After walking through the long, narrow, pitch-black passage, Qian Xunji dragged Bibi Dong by her snow-white neck into a cold and cramped secret chamber.
Inside, a bed had already been prepared in advance. Bibi Dong was roughly thrown onto it.
Bang!
Her body slammed onto the bed with a loud sound. At that moment, the heavy iron door behind them was locked by Qian Xunji.
Clang!
Click!
The sound of metal colliding echoed as the thick iron door was firmly sealed shut.
Bibi Dong no longer had the strength even to raise her head. Her eyes were filled with hatred and despair.
"Dong'er, I've taught you for nearly thirteen years, yet you tell me you want to leave Spirit Hall for the sake of a useless man who has been dead for four years. You brought all of this upon yourself!"
Qian Xunji grabbed Bibi Dong's throat violently. His golden eyes were filled with desire and greed.
"Qian Xunji… you… you beast!"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth. Her once-clear eyes were now bloodshot with anger and resentment. Veins bulged along her arms, but she still couldn't move an inch.
"I raised you with resources for twelve years. I originally intended for you to become the Pope and carry the banner of Spirit Hall."
"But now… it seems my little disciple is quite delicious."
Qian Xunji reached out, intending to tear away Bibi Dong's final piece of clothing. Bibi Dong closed her eyes in despair, two streams of bloody tears sliding down her face.
But in the very next moment—
his hand was stopped midair.
Qian Xunji froze instantly.
His previously clouded mind slowly cleared.
He realized that his hand was being gripped like it was caught in iron pincers. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't move even a fraction.
The room fell completely silent.
When Bibi Dong realized no one had touched her body, she struggled to open her eyes and look forward.
Through her blurry vision, she saw a figure.
A figure she had missed every day for four long years.
At the same time, Qian Xunji slowly turned his head to the side.
Yes.
He panicked.
This was a sealed secret chamber. How had someone gotten inside?!
Then a deep, magnetic voice echoed in the cramped darkness.
"Well now… looks like I arrived just in time."
Fu Ye tightened his grip slightly.
In the next moment, Qian Xunji screamed in pain.
Crack…
"AH!!! My hand! My hand!!"
Qian Xunji tried to use his strength as a Titled Douluo to break free from Fu Ye's grasp, but it was completely useless.
"Martial Spirit Possession!"
Even though activating his martial spirit would destroy the chamber, Qian Xunji no longer cared.
But Fu Ye moved first.
"You think I'll let you possess it?"
Boom!
Fu Ye punched Qian Xunji directly in the stomach.
The Six-Winged Angel martial spirit, which had been about to manifest, was shattered instantly by the punch.
Qian Xunji felt his internal organs twisting violently inside his abdomen. The intense pain caused sour saliva to spill from his mouth.
Bang!
Like a powerless dead dog, Qian Xunji was thrown onto the ground.
Fu Ye placed two seals on him—one sealing his soul and the other sealing his cultivation.
After finishing, Fu Ye turned his gaze toward Bibi Dong, who lay weakly on the bed with her clothes disheveled, revealing patches of pale skin.
He gently stepped onto the bed and moved beside her.
"Senior Dong, it's been a few years. Did you miss your junior?"
{Author's Note: Bibi Dong during her younger years}
Fu Ye restored his appearance to the way it originally was.
Bibi Dong's vision finally focused.
When she saw that the one who saved her was the person she had been thinking about day and night, her eyes instantly filled with tears.
"W-wu… you… you idiot…!"
Bibi Dong wanted nothing more than to hug him.
But she couldn't move, and even speaking was difficult.
Soon, her consciousness became hazy.
She felt that her ability to move was gradually returning, but an uncontrollable heat began spreading through her body.
Yes.
This was the drug Qian Xunji had given her.
It was an extremely sinister medicine. At first, it would completely paralyze the victim while amplifying all senses.
But after a short time, it would transform into an extremely potent aphrodisiac, and the previously lost mobility would return.
Under such a powerful drug, no woman could endure it. In the end, they would become slaves to their own desires.
"Ha… ha…"
Bibi Dong's breathing gradually became heavier.
Her pale skin slowly turned red.
At some point, she regained the ability to move.
But in the next moment, she suddenly threw herself into Fu Ye's arms, pressing her face tightly against his chest.
"Fu Ye… I like you. I really like you. Please… don't abandon me, okay?"
She clung to him desperately.
Because only after losing something once did she truly understand its value.
Fu Ye gently patted her back and guided her to face him.
Bibi Dong lifted her delicate face.
Her cheeks were flushed from the drug, her eyes still slightly bloodshot, but filled with nothing but love and warmth.
"Xiao Ye… take me. From now on, I'll belong to you forever."
Her breathing grew even heavier.
She was desperately suppressing the raging drug within her body.
She was waiting for Fu Ye's answer.
Fu Ye didn't speak.
Instead—
he answered with actions.
A holy light enveloped Bibi Dong's body.
Fu Ye knew that once he drew the bow, there was no turning back.
"Fu Ye, I—"
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Ye leaned down and kissed her.
Bibi Dong responded immediately, wrapping her pale arms tightly around him. A clear tear slid down from the corner of her eye.
No one could understand her emotions at that moment.
At the moment of her deepest despair, the person she loved had suddenly returned from the dead and saved her.
Time passed quickly.
Six hours went by, and Fu Ye still held the high ground, while Bibi Dong stubbornly defended her final position.
Both of them were extremely stubborn. Neither was willing to give in.
But with Fu Ye's Extreme Douluo cultivation and the support of the Dragon God bloodline, he remained firmly in control.
Soon, twelve hours had passed.
As the breathing beneath him grew heavier and heavier, Fu Ye buried his face against Bibi Dong's soft chest.
His expression was filled with desire.
Even now, he wasn't satisfied.
Bibi Dong was his first love in this world, and he wanted to stay with her a little longer.
"Dong'er… you smell so good."
"I feel like slowly devouring you bit by bit."