Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 139 The Mysterious Psychology of the Secret Chamber Douluo

"What happened to her!?"

Ling Qianyao suddenly frowned, enduring the discomfort caused by the depletion of his soul power, and locked his Illusion-Breaking Eyes tightly on Bibi Dong.

He could clearly sense the violent and chaotic aura emanating from Bibi Dong, which was several times stronger than when they fought before, as if a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for a long time was about to break free of its cage.

"Rakshasa evil thoughts? But why now?"

Bibi Dong's mental state was directly related to the extent to which the evil thoughts of Rakshasa had corrupted her. She had just had many perverse thoughts arise, and the evil thoughts had just been purified but then rebounded, making her mental world teeter on the brink of collapse and almost out of control.

"She's struggling; is her target Xue'er?"

Ling Qianyao frowned, the Shattered Star Sword reappeared in his hand, and he resolutely stood in front of Qian Renxue. "Four Symbols Star Transformation".

Qian Daoliu had already grown wings on his back, but suddenly raised an eyebrow and stopped summoning his martial soul.

Ling Qianyao had already raised the Shattered Star Sword high in his hand, and in front of him, Bibi Dong's figure flashed like a ghost.

The surging soul power compressed and distorted the space around the three of them, with howling winds and flying sand and stones, but the three of them remained unharmed.

She turned her head slightly, covered her forehead, and gasped for breath, her body trembling, as she slowly withdrew her martial spirit and all the fluctuations of her soul power.

The hoarse voice sounded as if he hadn't spoken in years, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

At this moment, before the Azure Dragon phantom had even landed, Ling Qianyao, under Bibi Dong's terrifying cultivation speed, simply didn't have time to react further.

Within the Eye of Shattering Illusion, Bibi Dong's eyes had regained their clarity.

Ling Qianyao breathed a sigh of relief and put away his martial soul and soul skills. "Xue'er is my partner. Even if it is a life-threatening danger, I will not run away. Your Holiness, may I take Xue'er with me?"

Bibi Dong looked at Ling Qianyao, whose eyes were firm and showed no fear even when facing her, the Pope.

"He knew he might die? Yes, that kind of pressure. But he didn't run away, unlike that other person."

Bibi Dong pursed her lips, her eyes flickering. Once, there was someone who made solemn vows to her, but in the end, he betrayed her and even fell in love with someone else not long after fleeing Wuhun City.

Ironically, that person was his own cousin.

It's clearly just a simple elemental mutation, yet the martial souls look so similar. Could this master, who claims to be the best in martial soul theory, really not see it?
Even if he didn't realize that they and Flander could use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill together, when the Martial Souls resonated, did he still not notice the bloodline or other details involved?

It's probably just for his own fame and some kind of greedy desire.

As Bibi Dong thought this to herself, her gaze grew increasingly complicated. Looking at Qian Renxue, who was being held in Ling Qianyao's arms, her jealousy and resentment grew wildly like weeds.

"Ah."

Ling Qianyao asked Bibi Dong, "Your Holiness, Xue'er demonstrated our Martial Soul Fusion Technique to you, hoping to receive your evaluation. Is there anything you would like me to convey to her?"

Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, shifting her gaze from Qian Renxue to Ling Qianyao's face. His resolute yet gentle countenance held a unique allure for her at that moment.

The twisted emotions in her heart, born of jealousy and resentment, were now subtly mixed with a possessiveness that she herself was unaware of.

"Evaluation? No evaluation is needed. Tell her for me that she doesn't need to use these methods to gain my attention anymore. She should do what she wants." "Hmm." Ling Qianyao's eyes flickered slightly. After much hesitation, he still took out the immortal herb—Jade Marrow Purifying Lotus—from his storage soul tool.

"Your Majesty, your mental state is not good. I think this can help you. This item is called Jade Marrow Purifying Lotus. It has the effect of calming the mind, nourishing the spirit, and repairing the soul."

A glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes as she grabbed the immortal herb in her hand. Its fragrance instantly filled the air, soothing the soul and relieving the slight pain in her spirit caused by the forced suppression of Rakshasa's evil thoughts.

"He really knew that those eyes probably saw even more."

After experiencing the effects of the Jade Marrow Purifying Lotus, Bibi Dong put it away. Her gaze towards Ling Qianyao remained unchanged, or perhaps it did, but it was merely a desire hidden deeper within.

The arrival of this magical herb did not quell her perverse possessiveness; on the contrary, Ling Qianyao's thoughtful care only intensified her desire.

Perhaps she herself didn't even realize it.

In the Papal Palace, when Ling Qianyao's martial soul ability first suppressed the evil thoughts in her mind, that morbid possessiveness had already arisen.

She wanted to legitimize this dependence. Under the guise of the Spirit Hall's interests and appreciating talent, she handed over the Purple Record Medal to Ling Qianyao and granted him many privileges, thereby branding him with her own mark and creating a unique connection between them that was separate from their relationship with Qian Renxue.

When she realized that Qian Renxue's attitude towards her had changed, that she was no longer as tolerant as before, and that she was more inclined to flaunt her intimacy with Ling Qianyao, her mind became twisted once again.

Although she didn't want to give Qian Renxue maternal love, after the other party really stopped caring about her and placed more affection on Ling Qianyao, she hoped to deny Qian Renxue's happiness by competing with Ling Qianyao.

This psychology, a mixture of revenge and a desire for control, gradually evolved into a tendency to forcibly possess Ling Qianyao. When she touched Ling Qianyao's martial soul origin and truly felt his purification ability, this twisted emotion deepened even further.

Ling Qianyao's purification ability is like a love potion; the more you come into contact with him, the more you fall into his trap.

Knowing she might lose control or even kill, she saw Ling Qianyao standing in front of Qian Renxue once again. Comparing this with the memories of the past in her mind, she finally abandoned her last shred of integrity.

A demonic voice seemed to echo in his mind: "I must have him, I must have him, he must be mine."

Bibi Dong wore a smile, but deep in her eyes surged a dark current of madness and obsession.

She spoke softly, her voice like a clear spring flowing, gentle as a breeze, "Qianyao, thank you. Don't forget what I said. Tomorrow, in the Papal Palace, I will bestow upon you a treasure."

in addition"

Bibi Dong leaned closer, so close to Ling Qianyao that he could clearly feel the fragrance emanating from her.

"Furthermore, I want you to understand that in this Spirit Hall, what I can give you is far more than you can imagine." Bibi Dong's voice was still gentle, but with an added touch of allure.

"Why do you seem afraid? Your martial soul ability seems to be able to help me too."

Ling Qianyao took a deep breath. "The immortal herb should be enough to suppress it."

Not enough, far from enough!

"What if it doesn't work?" Bibi Dong glanced at the unconscious Qian Renxue, her heart pounding even faster. This act of teasing Ling Qianyao in front of Qian Renxue was driving her crazy with excitement.

"If Qian Renxue agrees, will you use your martial soul ability to heal me?" she transmitted her voice.

(End of this chapter)