The time before revenge is fulfilled feels exceptionally long under the night sky.
Bi Bidong stared blankly at the documents in her hand, completely unable to focus on her work.
Her mind repeatedly simulated
how she would kill her target later!
In just a moment,
she had simulated it thousands of times,
killing him millions of times over!
Killing intent accumulated within her, making her expression increasingly ferocious.
Simultaneously,
a trace of evil power began to gestate from that overwhelming killing intent,
eagerly anticipating being nourished by fresh blood.
——
Gradually...
The bleak night wind swept up withered flowers.
The cold moonlight slowly emerged from the dim horizon.
Inside Wisteria Residence,
Hu Liena sat cross-legged beneath the Pill Furnace of Eternal Heaven, holding a book.
On the ground on either side of her
were two bowls
containing Marrow Cleansing Pills and Bright Soul Nourishing Pills respectively, serving as snacks to relieve fatigue and drowsiness while she studied.
"Senior brother~"
Hu Liena suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with some confusion.
"Is the Extreme Style really that powerful?"
"Why does it sound so unreliable? The power type clearly can't catch up with the speed type, and the speed type can't break through the defense type. It seems like no one can overcome anyone else?"
Ye Tian lay on top of the pill furnace, covering his face with a book, his voice muffled:
"It depends on the specific situation."
"In one-on-one combat, the drawbacks of the Extreme Style are indeed very apparent. In most cases, when levels are similar, if you can't win, you can always run away."
"But in team battles, when different types of Extreme Styles coordinate with each other, the explosive power they generate shouldn't be underestimated... to some extent, it could be called the Extreme Balance Style, haha..."
Ye Tian's laughter lacked enthusiasm.
His mind was preoccupied with what was about to happen at the Papal Hall.
He didn't want to elaborate on such complicated matters.
"Anyway, although the Extreme Style is deformed, it's just an inevitable product of the Soul Master system. With limited Soul Skills, varying Soul Skill strengths, and restrictions from Martial Souls, there's no other way."
"..."
——
At the summit of Central Divine Mountain.
Qian Daoliu knelt in the Douluo Hall, beneath the Angel Statue.
He seemed clothed in faith.
On both sides of the pathway before the Angel Statue stood dozens to hundreds of golden plaques.
Engraved on those golden plaques
were the titles of numerous deceased Titled Douluo experts.
At this moment,
all those plaques had been dusted clean by Qian Daoliu.
Invisible golden faith power
came from all directions, transcending space to attach itself to those plaques,
making them appear radiant.
That faith power extended golden threads that connected to the statue.
The entire hall was permeated with a sacred and devout atmosphere.
The history of the Douluo Hall
far predates that of the Spirit Hall, and it should have been the true place of faith for all Soul Masters.
But as things stand now...
this faith is growing increasingly faint.
Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, his golden pupils filled with worry.
He urgently needed to make the angel great again!
This was the reason for his past indulgence.
Boom—
A thunderclap exploded, illuminating Spirit Hall City in a ghastly white light.
Inside the Papal Hall,
Bi Bidong had risen from her throne. Illuminated by the lightning, her entire person appeared pale, her ferocious expression resembling a malevolent ghost.
The distorted black shadow twisted behind her.
It seemed to transform into a ferocious rakshasa clawing its way out from hell.
Bi Bi Dong descended step by step from the high platform.
Her expression grew increasingly serene, even revealing a gentle smile
as she walked toward the secret chamber.
Boom—!
"Ye Tian~ I want more... ah!"
The fierce thunderclap shattered the young girl's sweet dream.
Jin Yue'er's shy, sticky dream murmurs transformed into cries of fear.
Her beautiful light golden eyes snapped open
to find a deathly pale face illuminated by the flash from outside the window.
"Ah—! A ghost!"
Jin Yue'er opened her mouth wide and screamed.
Just as she was about to kick off the covers and escape, a familiar voice sounded in her ears.
"Yue'er!!!"
"Huh?"
Jin Yue'er froze for a moment, her slender legs already kicking the covers up.
With a thud, she landed on the floor beside the bed.
Only then did she clearly see the person before her—golden hair, purple eyes, high nose bridge.
Who else could it be sleeping with her
if not Qian Renxue?
"So it's Sister Xue~"
Jin Yue'er patted her flat chest with lingering fear.
She reached out to hug Qian Renxue, resting her head on her shoulder.
Tilting her pretty face up, Jin Yue'er said sheepishly, "Hehe~ just now Sister Xue was so pale, like you'd been dead for days, you almost scared me to death."
"You're the scary one here."
Qian Renxue said irritably.
At this moment, Jin Yue'er's
five sky-piercing braids had come loose, her hair disheveled. Under the lightning's illumination, her face wasn't visible, and combined with her all-white attire, she didn't look like a living being at all.
"That's not true!"
Jin Yue'er retorted, a silly smile appearing on her face.
"Ye Tian just said I'm cute and beautiful~ Haha!"
"That was in your dream~"
Qian Renxue rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless.
From the moment Jin Yue'er fell asleep, she had been calling Ye Tian's name in various ways—
sometimes shy, sometimes angry, sometimes obedient.
Things like "so big" and "so delicious"
came out like rapid fire.
Qian Renxue had no idea how rich Jin Yue'er's dreams must be.
"Well, he said it anyway!"
Jin Yue'er grinned from ear to ear, hugging Qian Renxue as she asked curiously:
"Sister Xue, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Were you woken by the thunder?"
"Can't sleep"
Qian Renxue grabbed Jin Yue'er's paws and pushed them away, turning her gaze to the window.
"Can't sleep? Why?"
"Maybe Sister Xue should try Yue'er's method? When you can't sleep, count Marrow Cleansing Pills, hehe... even your dreams will smell like Ye Tian!"
"..."
Qian Renxue twitched the corner of her mouth.
If only she could be as carefree as Yue'er someday.
"..."
—
On this moonless, windy night.
The purple figure's footsteps were unhurried as she slowly arrived outside the secret chamber.
"Holy Maiden!"
Chrysanthemum and Ghost, who had returned to their posts at the door, appeared even more diligent now.
They were quite accustomed
to Bi Bi Dong's visits.
Two trips a day was already considered few.
Occasionally,
when there were matters at the Papal Hall that Bi Bi Dong couldn't decide, she would come to consult.
"Mmm."
Bi Bi Dong nodded slightly.
Watching the gradually opening secret chamber door, her expression remained normal
as she casually stepped inside.
The chamber remained dimly lit.
Bi Bi Dong's footsteps were light and quiet.
Qian Xunji seemed to be fast asleep, not moving at all.
Looking at her former teacher collapsed on the bed, Bi Bi Dong didn't speak.
She quietly came to the table and sat down.
One Spirit Ring after another began to bloom beneath their feet.
"!!!"
The surging waves of Soul Power, filled with killing intent, finally forced Qian Xunji to open his eyes.
He turned his head to look at Bi Bi Dong.
But what he saw were two purple-clad figures!
And two pairs of eyes, filled with venomous hatred, resentment, and madness!