Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 142 Oh no, it's really turned into a star pattern now!
"How do you feel?" Bibi Dong's gentle voice rang in Ling Qianyao's ear.

Ling Qianyao was startled, only then realizing that he was no longer in the solemn and majestic hall of the Papal Palace.

Now, in a luxuriously decorated bedroom, a huge crystal chandelier-like soul tool emitted a soft glow.

The purple curtains cast a soft, hazy light, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

Beneath her was a huge bed, next to which was an exquisite dressing table, upon which were displayed various precious jewelry and cosmetics.

Bibi Dong, meanwhile, was leaning lazily against the soft headboard, her purple hair casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully falling to her chest, adding to her charm.

Sometime later, she had changed out of the purple-gold papal robe she had been wearing in the papal palace.

She temporarily cast aside her noble and graceful demeanor, now wearing a light purple silk nightgown.

The collar of the robe was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a small patch of smooth skin, which shone alluringly under the light.

Ling Qianyao's eyes flickered. He had to admit that Bibi Dong's appearance was quite different from her usual dignified and solemn image in the Papal Palace, but it added a unique charm to her.

He couldn't help but watch for a while longer.

If Qian Renxue at this moment is a holy and inviolable angel, she possesses a kind of awe-inspiring and lofty beauty;

Bibi Dong before us is like a poppy blooming in the dark night, dangerous yet extremely alluring. Every glance and movement seems to carry an invisible hook, capable of seducing one's heart.

Dangerous, and deadly
But he had to admit that this youngest and most stunning pope in the history of the Spirit Hall was breathtakingly beautiful.

Time has left no trace on her; she possesses the qualities to make countless people fall in love with her.

"Fortunately, this is probably not a secret room; it's most likely the Pope's bedroom."

After sensing his surroundings, Ling Qianyao inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps because Qian Renxue had taken him to secret rooms so often, he immediately felt that this was not a secret room when he saw the surroundings.

It was a strange feeling, but he was absolutely certain of it.

Ling Qianyao breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason, and moved to get up from the bed.

But as soon as he made a move, Bibi Dong suddenly adjusted the position of her legs, and her straight legs and soft, crystal-clear jade feet were placed on Ling Qianyao's thighs in a very natural way.

! ! ! ? ? ?
"do not move."

Bibi Dong's voice was soft, yet it seemed to possess an invisible magic that made Ling Qianyao freeze in place, his heartbeat quickening slightly.

The sudden intimate contact stirred up inexplicable emotions, and it wasn't just one person whose body stiffened.

Ling Qianyao could sense that the pair of delicate little toes and rounded arches in front of him were also somewhat stiff and trembling slightly.

Bibi Dong suppressed the excitement and strange feeling in her heart, but remained calm on the surface. She straightened up from the head of the bed and leaned her entire upper body towards Ling Qianyao.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, carrying a faint fragrance that lingered around Ling Qianyao's nose.

Ling Qianyao felt a warm breath rush towards him, and Bibi Dong's beautiful face was so close that he could even see her eyelashes trembling.

Why is your heart beating faster?

Bibi Dong smiled slightly. "You haven't answered my question yet. How do you feel after absorbing the wisdom skull formed by spiritual condensation?"
Why are you avoiding my gaze, Qianyao? Look me in the eyes and tell me.

Ling Qianyao's heart pounded like a drum. He slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting Bibi Dong's captivating eyes.

"Thank you for the soul bone, Your Majesty. My spiritual power has indeed been greatly improved."

Bibi Dong stretched out her slender index finger and shook it in front of Ling Qianyao, then whispered, "No, no, no, I'm asking how you feel after absorbing it?"

Bibi Dong waited quietly for Ling Qianyao's answer.

"It feels great."

As if finally getting a satisfactory answer, Bibi Dong's lips curled up slightly, as if a strange quirk in her heart had been satisfied. She spoke again, "You know about Qian Renxue's undercover mission, so you must already know what my Spirit Hall is going to do in the future?"
The two great empires, Tian Dou and Xing Luo, have long held sway in the world of soul masters and have deep roots, but the rise of the Spirit Hall has become an unstoppable trend.

"I, the Emperor, wish to unify the continent and let the Martial Spirit Hall's fame resound in every corner," she suddenly groaned.

Ling Qianyao tried to place his hand on Bibi Dong's legs, wanting to move away from those long, beautiful legs that others envied while she was speaking. But as soon as he touched her, she suddenly trembled as if she had been electrocuted.

Instead of letting go, Bibi Dong actually tightened her grip on Ling Qianyao even more because of this incident.

No, is it that sensitive?
Bibi Dong's heart raced, a strong desire flashing in her eyes. "No, not yet."

As if trying to ease the awkwardness, Ling Qianyao adjusted his tone, "Your Majesty's ambition is admirable, and the Martial Soul Empire will surely unify the continent."

Bibi Dong's stiff body relaxed a little. Looking at Ling Qianyao's handsome face in front of her, the uncontrollable desire in her heart grew wildly like weeds, but she forcibly suppressed it.

"Very well, but I don't like you calling me by my name. The Emperor of the Martial Soul Empire is called '朕' (Zhen). From now on, even before the empire is established, when we are alone, you must call me 'Your Majesty'."

"Now, call me here." A sly glint flashed in her eyes, as if this form of address brought her a unique sense of satisfaction.

".His Majesty."

“Haha,” Bibi Dong lightly licked the corner of her mouth, “Qian Yao, now you can begin your treatment.”

Ling Qianyao looked down helplessly and reminded the other person that their legs were still on him.

"What's wrong? Your purifying power needs to work on my mind. We're face to face right now, so all you need to do is place your hand on my forehead, right?"

"It's so convenient, what's wrong with that? What are you nervous about? Let's begin."

It's you whose thighs and feet have been trembling non-stop since they were placed on top, isn't it?! Who's really nervous?!

Ling Qianyao sighed, turned slightly to the side, and placed his hand between Bibi Dong's eyebrows. The two were instantly so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"Close your eyes and concentrate."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Bibi Dong raised her head slightly.

"Close your eyes and concentrate." Ling Qianyao's tone became slightly more forceful.

Bibi Dong pursed her lips and closed her eyes as instructed.

As the purifying power surged in, Bibi Dong felt a cool sensation spreading through her mind, and her previously chaotic and restless thoughts gradually calmed down.

The momentary feeling of pleasure made her let out a soft moan, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"So troublesome." Ling Qianyao frowned slightly. The Rakshasa evil thought was more troublesome than he had imagined. So he increased the output of purification power and sent it into Bibi Dong's soul along with star power.

"Well"

The evil thoughts of the Rakshasa, like maggots clinging to bones, finally began to dissipate somewhat, rather than being simply suppressed as before.

In Ling Qianyao's slightly open gaze, a star mark similar to that of Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing inexplicably appeared on Bibi Dong's soul.

Bibi Dong secretly squinted her eyes and peered at Ling Qianyao in front of her. Seeing how focused he was, she noticed his occasional frowns and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up again.

"To care for me, he completely enveloped my soul with his spiritual power and that strange energy, and the purification brought me no pain whatsoever."

She etched Ling Qianyao's image deep into her heart, her consciousness gradually dissipated, and in this comfortable state, Bibi Dong slowly fell asleep.

"Click——"

The door was closed, and Bibi Dong, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes. She glanced at the thin blanket that was gently covering her, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a gentle smile that was hard to detect.

"They won't leave for another three days. I still have time."

(End of this chapter)