Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 143 Yandere
The Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong lay on the bed, carefully examining her complete attire. Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a sickly ripple in the depths of her pale purple eyes.

She lay on her side, curled up her legs, pulled the thin blanket up to her chest, and clutched the corner of the blanket tightly in her hands.

Bibi Dong's mind sank, and her spiritual power gathered deep in her mind, where there was a special star mark.

It is slowly releasing pure purifying energy to dispel the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa, so that even when Ling Qianyao is not around, Bibi Dong does not need to expend her energy to suppress the remaining evil thoughts.

It is itself a condensation of Ling Qianyao's martial soul origin and star power. While exerting its purification power, it will also be consumed and needs to be replenished.

"A strange power capable of touching the soul, you evil creature, you've dared to leave your mark. This was your own choice; to plant such a thing in my soul without my permission, you must be prepared to pay the price."

She suddenly chuckled softly, her voice carrying a dangerous sweetness.

The clarity she felt at that moment brought her a long-lost sense of peace. Ling Qianyao's actions of covering her with a thin blanket and leaving a soul imprint on her, continuously helping her to stabilize her mind, stirred up inexplicable emotions within her.

But that's not enough. Far from enough.

The more comfortable she felt with this longing for peace, the stronger the emptiness and sense of loss in her heart became.

You know, Ling Qianyao is currently surrounded by Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Renxue. Just thinking about how, in a place where she's not around, Ling Qianyao is being gently surrounded by Qian Renxue and the others, and the possibility of their intimate actions, makes her insanely excited and jealous.

She rolled out of bed, her bare feet touching the floor. Her pale purple nightgown opened slightly with the movement, revealing glimpses of her proud figure beneath her collarbone.

Bibi Dong was completely unaware and simply walked quickly toward the dressing table.

The woman in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful. She raised her hand and brushed her brow, where the traces of the star power that Ling Qianyao had channeled to her just moments before seemed to linger.

Then, she slid her fingertips down to gently caress her lips, and involuntarily, Ling Qianyao's handsome face and his breath, so close to hers, appeared in her mind.

A hint of illness flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"He can only be mine, and I want you to never leave me."
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Ling Qianyao, upon returning to Qianrenxue's villa, inexplicably shivered.

Today's trip to the Papal Palace was truly thrilling. Originally, we were only there to stabilize Bibi Dong's soul, which was turbulent due to the corruption of Rakshasa's evil thoughts, but we never expected it to stir up such waves between us.

He rubbed his temples, sat down on the sofa, and the image of Bibi Dong, both sickly and charming, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The possessiveness and obsession hidden in those eyes made him feel vaguely uneasy.

But he wasn't too worried, since apart from the one at midnight, he had used up all his astrological skills before heading to the Papal Palace today.

The result was indeed "auspicious," and this trip also verified that the astrological skills of the Shattered Star Sword were not faulty.

Although Bibi Dong's act of bringing him to the Pope's palace was somewhat unexpected, absorbing the wisdom skull formed from spiritual essence allowed him to advance his Illusion-Breaking Eyes to the Celestial Pivot Divine Eyes.

It also helped Bibi Dong purify some of her evil thoughts with great peace and quiet. Overall, the trip went very smoothly.

What malicious intent could an astrologist have? As we all know, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. The result of using skills based on the origin of one's martial soul will certainly not harm Ling Qianyao himself.

"Qian Yao."

Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Renxue were in the kitchen, but Qian Renxue seemed to be watching, nodding from time to time. It was unclear whether she understood what she was seeing.

Upon hearing the commotion, Qian Renxue hurriedly ran out, followed closely by Zhu Zhuqing, who was carrying a freshly cut fruit platter.

"How is it? Is it working?" Qian Renxue asked anxiously, staring intently at Ling Qianyao. Zhu Zhuqing also tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with concern, awaiting Ling Qianyao's answer.

Ling Qianyao sighed softly, nodded slightly, and said, "The treatment went relatively smoothly. Your Majesty also bestowed upon me a 60,000-year-old head soul bone, which I have now absorbed."

Zhu Zhuqing slowly sat down next to Ling Qianyao and fed him a piece of fruit.

When Qian Renxue heard that the treatment was going smoothly, her tense nerves relaxed a little. However, she frowned slightly after hearing that Ling Qianyao had received Bibi Dong's soul bone as a reward and had already absorbed it.

"A 60,000-year-old head soul bone?" Qian Renxue pondered for a moment. "Although head soul bones are among the most difficult to produce in terms of the major soul bone positions, a 60,000-year age is still quite rare."

But Qianyao, you can actually wait a little longer,”

Qian Renxue continued, "With your talent and potential, you will definitely be able to obtain a more powerful soul bone in the future. As long as you and I want to, it is not impossible to spend some time to find a head soul bone of a higher age."

After Ling Qianyao told them that the skull of spiritual condensation still had the opportunity to evolve, the regret in Qian Renxue's eyes was replaced by surprise.

"Hmm, this is not bad."

Zhu Zhuqing had a hint of doubt between her brows and murmured to herself, "Your Holiness the Pope, isn't this reward a bit too precious, or is it just because of the immortal herb and Qianyao's help in treating him?"
An equivalent response should indicate that her mental state has recovered; I hope I'm not overthinking it.

Night, Ling Qianyao's room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, silently digesting the new ability of the Heavenly Pivot Divine Eye.

During the day, as she was purifying Bibi Dong's evil thoughts and trying to integrate star power into the purification process, the skill of Tian Shu's Divine Eyes, which inscribes soul imprints, was unconsciously activated by him.

Since the mark appeared, Ling Qianyao has felt a subtle and secret connection between him and Bibi Dong.

This feeling is very similar to that of Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing when they visualize their own star charts.

"If she can also align with the star chart, which star, or which constellation, would be the most suitable?"

As he pondered silently, a mental fluctuation emanated from his storage soul tool. Ling Qianyao opened his eyes and grinned.

He took out the Blue Silver Emperor, and Ah Yin's graceful figure appeared before him. However, this dignified, elegant, gentle and virtuous woman's pretty face contained a hint of anger at this moment.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I really haven't been able to take you out every day to nourish you during this period."

Ah Yin's expression softened a bit, and she gently floated to Ling Qianyao's side. "I'm not angry, but I'm hungry." Her cheeks flushed.

Star power flowed slowly from Ling Qianyao's fingertips onto the Blue Silver Emperor.

"Well"

Ah Yin murmured contentedly.

Two and a half minutes later, Ling Qianyao's door was suddenly pushed open from the outside with a "click".

Qian Renxue walked in with light steps. "It's that Blue Silver Grass again? What's so interesting about Blue Silver Grass?"

She pouted, snatched the Blue Silver Emperor from Ling Qianyao's hand, placed it on the windowsill, hooked her arms around Ling Qianyao's neck, and whispered,
"What would you like as a reward for this treatment?"

The soul form of Ah Yin looked at the scene before her with shame and indignation, clenching and unclenching her fists. After an unknown amount of time, she finally could not bear the grief and anger in her heart and fled into the Blue Silver Emperor's true form, her leaves swaying continuously.
(End of this chapter)