Chapter 346: Bibi Dong's Cruel Torture of Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong
Due to Ah Yin's body being reshaped anew, she could bleed and be injured again and was no longer suited for prolonged combat. Qian Xunji arrived at Tang Yuehua's residence.
"Zhuqing, why are you here?"
After holding back for over a year, Tang Yuehua could no longer restrain her desires. Her body, overwhelmed by hormones, eagerly sought the pleasure she hadn't experienced in so long. But as Qian Xunji reminded her, she suddenly realized a stunningly beautiful young woman with a flawless figure and snow-white skin was standing nearby—her maid, Zhu Zhuqing.
Tang Yuehua quickly pulled the blanket over her enticing figure, now flushed with shame and rage, and stared at Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing stood with her eyes closed, visibly shy and pained, clearly unwilling to be there, but unable to leave.
Tang Yuehua was mortified. Her maid had witnessed her flinging herself at Qian Xunji, eagerly undressing, completely casting aside her normally composed, elegant demeanor.
Qian Xunji looked puzzled. He knew Zhu Zhuqing had become Tang Yuehua's maid, and that Yuehua treated her well. Under such circumstances, Zhu Zhuqing should've walked away on her own. Why was she just standing there?
Zhu Zhuqing responded in a voice filled with shame, bitterness, and helplessness, "Lady Yuehua, according to the agreement signed between the Star Luo Empire and Spirit Hall, I belong to His Holiness, the Pope. I am your maid… and also His Holiness's bed-servant."
At the end, her gaze turned empty, like that of a soulless doll or tool. Though she had lived two lives, the noble education of the Zhu Clan had been deeply instilled in her. Abandoned by Dai Mubai in this life, without consuming any celestial herbs, her soul power was only at level 48. She had neither the ability nor strength to defy fate. Whether with Davis or under the terms of this contract, her fate was sealed. She was just another weapon—royal property.
Tang Yuehua understood exactly what "bed-servant" meant. As someone who had educated nobles in etiquette and music, she was fully aware of aristocratic customs.
A bed-servant was responsible not only for tending to a man's daily needs but also, when the wife was unwell, to satisfy his physical needs.
"You may go. My body is fine."
After Zhu Zhuqing left, Tang Yuehua quickly gave in to her desires after being alone for a year. She did not revoke Zhu Zhuqing's bed-servant status, nor did she bring it up to Qian Xunji. After years among nobles, she had become bound by their logic. Unlike men who broke rules with power, many women simply accepted the rules imposed on them.
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Sea God Island
Under a quiet, star-filled sky, three colors of light—red, black, and gold with hints of purple—silently shimmered.
Around Bibi Dong's feet floated ten soul rings: two red, three black, one red, three black, and one golden. Each of the first nine was surrounded by purple Rakshasa divine power. The final ring, glowing purple-gold, radiated boundless evil.
After completing the Rakshasa Nine Trials, the Rakshasa God granted her a unique tenth ring and the divine weapon Rakshasa Scythe, but didn't upgrade her previous rings.
Rakshasa God's thoughts: I resurrected Bibi Dong, granted her my spirit, guided her every step, gave her a unique tenth ring and a divine weapon. She even retained her beauty instead of becoming a monstrous hag like me. Isn't that enough?
Bibi Dong now wore the Rakshasa God's divine robes. Her high-slit purple gown revealed long, slender legs wrapped in netted bandages. Her deep neckline exposed a third of her full, snow-white cleavage. A gem resembling a demonic eye shimmered between her breasts. Tattoos resembling eye shadow adorned her face, adding to her deadly allure. Her beauty rivaled even that of the Snow Empress.
She ascended quietly. Not even Qian Renchuan, now the Asura God, sensed her return.
Bibi Dong entered the Sea God Temple but didn't immediately start Xiaobai's Sea God Trials. She had unfinished business, unresolved grudges, and promises to keep. Only when they were fulfilled would she destroy the Douluo Continent.
Sitting on her throne, Bibi Dong gathered Rakshasa divine power in her palm. It was so wicked it seemed to contain wailing souls.
"Summon the Dead."
Two purple-black whirlpools formed on the ground. Soon, two figures appeared: one handsome with long hair, the other over 2.5 meters tall, built like a skeleton. Their skin was deathly purple-black—they looked like zombies.
Yes, they were Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong.
"How… am I alive?" Ning Fengzhi's eyes filled with confusion. After Qian Xunji's death, he had married several wives. Though a Spirit Hall elder, he was never fully loyal—his true goal had always been to ensure the Ning Clan's survival, hoping to someday restore the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Eventually, he died of exhaustion, trying to produce enough offspring to preserve the Ning bloodline.
"Long time no see, Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong."
Seeing Bibi Dong lounging on her throne like a queen, smirking, Gu Rong wanted to curse her. Ning Fengzhi wanted to glare at her like she was meat. But before they could act, those urges were mysteriously suppressed—as if forbidden.
"I'll make you suffer every pain I endured."
Bibi Dong cast Summon the Dead again. Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong couldn't be resurrected—they weren't divine servants. She could only summon them as undead for a limited time.
Soon, purple-black flames rose behind them. Dozens, maybe hundreds of souls emerged—all male, hideous, many bearing facial scars.
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