Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 215 You don't want Xiaoxue to find out either, right?

Tiandou City.

Due to certain special circumstances, Ling Qianyao lives in a relatively independent and quiet courtyard, which is some distance away from the area where the other members of the Royal Fighting Team live.

After all, there were quite a few people around her. Not counting Bibi Dong, who would suddenly appear at night, there were Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, and A Yin.

They are a guaranteed admission team, but that doesn't mean they don't need to participate in the Soul Master Competition.

Watching the matches of various teams was the instruction given by the academy. However, apart from the major elemental academies, there were really no teams that Ling Qianyao was particularly concerned about. In addition, the academy did not stipulate a departure time, so Ling Qianyao could basically just check in and leave.

Therefore, during this period, Ling Qianyao actually had plenty of time to cultivate, and incidentally, he could take Zhu Zhuqing and the others for a stroll around the city.

At the stone table in the courtyard, Qian Renxue seemed somewhat sullen. She slammed her teacup down, splashing a few drops of tea.

"Ling~Qian~Yao! Aren't you feeling pretty smug?"

Ling Qianyao snapped out of his cultivation and opened his eyes to see Qian Renxue's pretty face, which held a hint of anger. He raised an eyebrow, got up, walked to the stone table, sat down, and said with a smile, "Xue'er, what's wrong with you?"

Qian Renxue pouted, "Then let me ask you, did that guy come again yesterday? Did you guys..."

She bit her lower lip halfway through her sentence, her cheeks flushing red.

"She insisted."

"You will give it if you insist?"

"She insisted."

Qian Renxue glared at her, "I think you've gotten too cocky. You're completely unguarded against her and let her do whatever she wants."

She hooked Ling Qianyao's chin with her index finger, her face flushed, and her eyes held a dangerous glint. "Tell me honestly, was what happened that night something you and Bibi Dong planned together?"

Qian Renxue's voice grew lower and lower, "You deliberately instigated us to fight, so you could lure me in and give her a legitimate reason to interfere, right?"

She applied slight pressure with her fingertips, leaving a red mark on Ling Qianyao's chin. "You're just biased towards her. I was here first."

Zhu Zhuqing: ?

"Heh~" Ling Qianyao chuckled, grabbed her wrist with his other hand, and pulled her into his arms. Qian Renxue was caught off guard and fell onto his lap, wrapping her arms around Ling Qianyao's neck, but her beautiful eyes were still staring at him.

"Plan?" Ling Qianyao's lips brushed against Qian Renxue's earlobe. "Who was it that first bound me with the Angel Chains that night? And who was the first to pounce on Bibi Dong when she provoked you?"

Qian Renxue trembled, her ear tips instantly turning bright red. "What nonsense are you talking about? I was upholding the dignity of the Empress!"

She bit Ling Qianyao's shoulder hard, but not hard, leaving only a shallow tooth mark.

"Just keep indulging her!" Qian Renxue poked Ling Qianyao's chest with her fingertip. "If I had known that your secret room would leave such a deep impression and mark on your heart, I should have locked you in the secret room of the Crown Prince's residence back then."

"Xue'er."

"Ok?"

Qian Renxue looked up at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Ling Qianyao held her tighter and asked, "Do you still have any unresolved issues with Dong'er?" He felt the person in his arms stiffen for a moment.

Qian Renxue was silent for a moment, then finally sighed, "I guess that's all. After all, we've been completely honest with each other, Dong'er, Dong'er."

She angrily pulled at Ling Qianyao's cheeks, distorting his face slightly. "You call him so affectionately, as if he's a young guy. He's clearly an old cow eating young grass."

Dong'er, humph! So when that guy called you "son-in-law" at night, you seemed even more excited?!

You wicked little brat, wicked!

Ling Qianyao grabbed her mischievous fingers, a sly glint in his eyes. "Then, Xue'er, do you want to know... something even more wicked?"

"Huh?" Before Qian Renxue could react, Ling Qianyao picked her up by the waist and carried her towards the room inside the courtyard.

"Put me down!" She slapped Ling Qianyao's shoulder in embarrassment and annoyance, but she didn't use any force at all; instead, she seemed somewhat expectant.

"You have already reached the Soul Saint level, and you can start consuming the Primordial Immortal Herb. The prerequisite for this Soul Core Secret Technique is to condense your soul power into a solid state. The fusion of soul power in the Dual Star Cultivation Method allows me to quickly guide the transformation of your soul power state."

Before Ling Qianyao could finish speaking, Qian Renxue's cheeks were already flushed as red as the evening glow. "You...you stop using cultivation as an excuse! It's clearly cultivation!"

"In no mood?"

"Stop talking nonsense and let's go!" Qian Renxue glared at him, buried her head in his arms, and the two entered the room.

Why are you wearing Dong'er's clothes?

"Stop talking nonsense. Now, I am the Pope. Lie down!"
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As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of Tiandou City gradually subsided as the commentary for the day's Soul Master Competition came to an end.

In Ling Qianyao's courtyard, Qian Renxue was leaning against the window, drying her wet hair. Suddenly, her ears twitched, and she turned her head to look at the shadowy corner of the courtyard.

"Who's there? Come out!" Qian Renxue shouted.

The figure slowly emerging from the shadows made her roll her eyes in annoyance; the familiar papal robes outlined familiar curves.

"Xue'er's mental strength is getting stronger and stronger, are you surprised?"

"Visiting late at night, secretly spying, is this how you surprise your younger sister, sister?" Qian Renxue glanced at the closed bathroom door out of the corner of her eye, and could vaguely hear the sound of Ling Qianyao taking a shower.

"I've come to find Qianyao."

Bibi Dong chuckled and headed straight into the room.

Qian Renxue flashed and instantly blocked Bibi Dong's path, hands on her hips, her beautiful eyes filled with vigilance and displeasure. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Qian Yao just finished cultivating and is taking a bath right now. Don't disturb him."

Bibi Dong blinked, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Then will you walk with me for a bit?"

Qian Renxue was taken aback, but then she thought that it could restrain Bibi Dong, so she agreed, "Okay."

A sly glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. The one following Qian Renxue was merely a mindless clone created by his eighth soul skill, requiring her mental control. As for the true body...
The two figures walked further and further away, disappearing around the corner of the courtyard. And just as they turned the corner of the corridor, the bathroom window slid open silently.

In the steaming water of the bathroom, the naked Bibi Dong appeared behind Ling Qianyao, who was taking a bath. Her fair hand covered his eyes from behind, and a familiar fragrance mixed with the steam entered his nostrils.

"I caught my little husband all alone~"

Ling Qianyao raised his hand, grasped her wrist, and gently pulled. With a splash of water, a soft, delicate body slid into his arms.

He said somewhat helplessly, "Dong'er, Xue'er is outside. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?"

Bibi Dong chuckled softly and leaned down to peck him on the lips.

"I was scared, but my clone distracted her." Her voice suddenly softened, completely different from her usual sternness. "So... you have to be gentle. After all, you don't want Xiaoxue to find out, right?"

In the courtyard, Bibi Dong, who was walking, suddenly groaned, and an unnatural flush appeared on her collar.

"What's wrong with you?" Qian Renxue asked, puzzled.

"No, it's nothing," Bibi Dong said, trying to appear calm. The feeling of secretly having an affair with Ling Qianyao right under Qian Renxue's nose gave her a strange thrill, and the subtle reactions in her body made it hard for her to control herself.

She was absolutely ecstatic!
"Woo——"

Bibi Dong's legs suddenly went weak, and her cheeks flushed red.

Her purple eyes were misty with tears. She could clearly feel her true form being pinned against the tiles in the bathtub and being bullied by Ling Qianyao, while Qian Renxue was kept in the dark. This stimulating sensation made her legs tremble involuntarily.

Qian Renxue reacted quickly, supporting her as she did so, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and suspicion. "You said you were alright, but you don't look alright at all. What happened?!"

Bibi Dong's breathing quickened slightly, her fingertips unconsciously clenching her sleeves as she suppressed the strange sensation surging within her. She forced a smile at Qian Renxue: "I'm just a little tired lately, it's nothing."

As she spoke, she returned to normal.

Qian Renxue:
Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on it!

(End of this chapter)