270. Will We Meet Again?

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged within the cocoon formed by the gathering of evil energy.

Her slender eyebrows were tightly knit as the strands of evil energy eroded her body, reshaping and enhancing her affinity with it.

At the same time, the evil within her heart was magnified infinitely.

In a daze, Bibi Dong felt as if she had returned to that secret chamber from long ago.

Bound by a web of purple-black spider silk on the ceiling was a golden-haired youth.

His radiant and handsome appearance seemed to brighten the entire chamber.

Slowly, Bibi Dong raised her hand, gently stroking the youth's face.

Her eyes reflected a struggle, tinged with fierceness.

The youth’s repeated calls of her name reached her ears, stirring her emotions.

In the oppressive chamber, her beautiful face flushed, and her body was adorned in the same thin, light nightgown she often wore after bathing, loosely hanging from her frame, her perfect figure faintly visible.

The evil energy floating in the air seemed to be forcing Bibi Dong to make a depraved choice.

The golden-haired youth’s clothes began to disintegrate into ash, while the straps of Bibi Dong's gown slowly snapped apart.

The air heated up, as though an invisible hand was pulling Bibi Dong into a dark abyss, tempting her to forever succumb to the evil desires within her.

Bibi Dong's expression turned ferocious.

She wanted to keep Qian Renjue by her side forever.

Just as her gown was about to fall, a sharp spider lance grew from her hand. She lifted her hand, as if about to pierce the youth’s last vestige of modesty.

The youth pleaded, but there was an undeniable excitement in his eyes, along with an indescribable allure.

Thud—!

The sharp blade pierced through flesh, and blood began dripping from the spider lance, falling to the ground.

Drip... Drip...

"How can this be?"

The youth, looking at the lance that had pierced through his heart, stared blankly at the woman before him.

"Why? Isn’t this what you wanted all along?"

"Break through here, and when you return, you can make up your mind and get what you desire!"

"Shut up—!"

Bibi Dong's shrill voice echoed, her fierce expression fading.

Her clothing returned to its original state, her voice as cold as ice.

"There is no why!"

"Even if I had thought about doing that, you’re not him!"

"You’re not worthy! You're nothing but lowly trash."

Her words were firm and resolute.

Bibi Dong could tell the difference; this was her own flesh and blood.

How could she ever treat him that way!

"Ha-ha..."

The youth bound by the spider web suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

His body began to emit a vast amount of evil energy, his appearance slowly transforming into that of a woman—an eerie, evil woman, cackling like a ghost.

"Very well! You’ve passed!"

With those words, the figure exploded, turning into mist that rushed into Bibi Dong’s body.

[Trial completed perfectly. Reward: Increased affinity with Rakshasa by 10%. First martial spirit... ]

Bibi Dong listened to the voice in her head, stumbling backward, gasping for air, her face flushed with shame.

She cursed herself for having such thoughts. How could she?

Back in reality, within the secret chamber, Bibi Dong remained floating in the air, her flushed complexion slowly returning to normal.

The surrounding evil energy washed over her, enhancing her affinity by the additional 10%. Above her, the spatial rift was gradually closing.

Still, Bibi Dong remained vigilant.

Earlier, she had fought for a long time in the Rakshasa secret realm, assuming the trial would end after she obtained the god-given spirit ring.

To her surprise, there was an additional test during the reward process.


Nonetheless, the rewards were significant, and after passing the dual trials, the benefits were greatly enhanced.

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As time passed, night turned to day.

The streets of Heaven Dou City were particularly lively this evening.

The crown prince’s coronation had attracted many guests, who were staying in the city, awaiting the next day's grand event.

The banquet wasn’t held in the palace but was instead hosted by Ning Fengzhi, who had arranged the venue at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, located in the nearby inner city.

Given that the event involved the crown prince, prominent figures in Heaven Dou City had naturally received invitations.

No one would miss the chance to attend. Even those who weren't invited would do everything they could to get in, hoping to rub shoulders with the elite.

In the Spirit Hall, Bishop Salas, dressed in formal attire, led a group of spirit masters to greet the incoming dignitaries at the city gate.

Normally, he wouldn't need to be so deferential for the usual Holy Son or Holy Maiden, but this particular Holy Son was different.

Even though Qian Renjue did not permanently reside in Spirit City, Salas knew how much the Pope and the elders cherished him.

A carriage, under Salas’ guidance, soon arrived at the Spirit Hall.

Instantly, spies from various factions noticed, and the information was quickly disseminated.

"Salas, accompany me to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan tomorrow morning before the banquet starts," Qian Renjue's solemn voice called out.

Inside the carriage, Qian Renjue was alone.

Qian Renxue had already been escorted by Dugu Bo to the Crown Prince’s Mansion to change out of Xue Qinghe’s disguise.

"Yes, Your Highness," Salas responded with a deep bow.

Watching the elders personally escort the Holy Son from the carriage, Salas was even more determined to treat Qian Renjue with the utmost reverence, just as he would to the Pope.

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As the night gave way to dawn, Qian Renjue’s carriage had already left the city.

At almost the same time, the prince’s carriage also set out, as it was necessary for him to arrive early.

Meanwhile, in a wooden cabin at the edge of the Blue Tyrant Academy forest, Liu Erlong had risen early and was seated before her dressing table.

Ever since founding the Blue Tyrant Academy, she had rarely left for anything but essential matters.

Today, however, she carefully arranged her long hair, looking at two stick-like items in a box before delicately picking them up and using them as hairpins.

These were items left behind by Qian Renjue, and she always carried them when going out.

Dressed in a black evening gown, her figure was fully covered, with the waist tightly cinched, showing off her ample curves.


Her voluminous skirt covered her legs, and her face, though unadorned, was both beautiful and touched with a hint of sorrow. Her noble and elegant appearance combined with her fiery temperament created a captivating charm.

With her long hair pinned up by the [Dragon-Seeking Hairpin] and the [Fading Memory Pearl] around her neck, she retrieved the [Blood Weeping Blade] from a box for self-defense.

Finally, she placed the torso bone lying on the bed into her spirit tool before stepping outside.

Qian Renjue's past advice had brought a certain order to her life, tempering her once fiery disposition.

On the outside, she no longer appeared as the hot-headed woman she once was.

Standing on the bridge, Liu Erlong squinted at the warm sun rising in the sky.

In a voice as gentle as the flowing water beneath the bridge, she whispered, "Qian Renjue, will I see you? I rested well last night..."

"......"

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At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi had already received word of their arrival.


Leaning on his cane, he stood at the watchtower by the city gates, waiting for Qian Renjue's appearance.