Douluo Continent: Bibi Dong's Start with the Secret Chamber and Qian Xunji

Qian Xunji leaned against the headboard, looking up at her. The candlelight illuminated his face, outlining his sharply defined features.

To be fair, Qian Xunji was not bad-looking; in fact, one could say he was quite handsome.

With sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and a jawline that was both strong and smooth, he looked like a young man in his early twenties. This was a gift from his Title Douluo-level soul power, which had frozen his physical functions at their peak at the best age.

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, he is the face of the entire organization. When he stands on the high platform receiving the worship of thousands, his innate nobility and majesty have won the sincere respect of countless people.

pity.

Bibi Dong's gaze swept across his face without any ripple.

No matter how beautiful the appearance, it can't hide the filth inside.

She sighed softly.

Then he reached out and pressed his hand on Qian Xunji's chest, pushing him down onto the bed.

Qian Xunji's back sank into the soft mattress as he looked up at her. Bibi Dong gave him no time to react, leaning over and pressing down on him.

She was different tonight than usual.

In the past, she came to the secret room to complete tasks. She would coldly, mechanically, and without any emotion complete what she was supposed to do, and then get up and leave.

It's like doing something you have to do; just go through the motions.

But tonight is different.

Qian Daoliu's words during the day, "You've changed quite a bit compared to a few months ago," were like a fine needle piercing her heart.

On the surface, she remained calm and composed, revealing no flaws. But only she knew that at that moment, her heart almost stopped beating.

Qian Daoliu must be testing her.

That level 99 Title Douluo, the true pillar of the Spirit Hall, has begun to have doubts.

She is far from having the strength to contend with it.

Once Qian Xunji's secret is exposed, endless torment and humiliation await her. She will revert to being a pawn to be manipulated, even worse than before.

So she needs this child.

It is urgently needed.

This thought was like a fire, scorching Bibi Dong's reason and igniting all the pent-up frustration in her heart.

Bibi Dong's actions carried an almost cathartic quality.

Her fingernails dug into Qian Xunji's shoulder, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

She bit his neck, leaving an ambiguous mark.

Chihiro let out a muffled groan.

"East--"

He had barely opened his mouth when Bibi Dong covered it with her hand.

Her palm covered his lips tightly, silencing all the words he was about to utter.

She didn't want to hear his voice.

Tonight, she needs no sound, no thought, no turbulent, suffocating things.

There were too many of those voices.

The Thousand Streams' Probing.

Yu Xiaogang's indifference.

The heavy echo of the stone door of the secret chamber opening and closing.

She just wanted everything to be quiet.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes.

In the darkness, only the body's instincts remained.

This time, it lasted a long time.

The candlelight gradually changed from bright to dim yellow, and then from dim yellow to faint.

The last wisp of flame struggled a few times on the wick before finally going out, plunging the secret room into complete darkness.

The only sound in the darkness was breathing.

There was a slight creaking sound from the bed.

Everything gradually calmed down only when the first ray of light pierced through the ventilation gaps in the high-altitude rocks.

Bibi Dong stood up.

The movements were a little slower than usual.

She silently straightened her robes, tucked her loose hair behind her ears, fastened her belt, and smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes.

After several hours of continuous exertion, even with her Soul Saint-level physique, she felt a bit tired.

Bibi Dong did not look at the person in the bed.

The stone door opened and then closed again.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded into the distance in the corridor, eventually disappearing at the end.

Silence returned to the secret room.

Qian Xunji lay alone on the bed, gazing at the stone wall above him.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

a long time.

He suddenly chuckled softly.

His hoarse voice sounded particularly out of place in the empty, enclosed room.

"It seems..." he murmured to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it, "that Father has noticed something is wrong."

Others may not understand Bibi Dong, but he understands her very well.

Over the past few months, he had figured out Bibi Dong's routine of coming to the secret room to see him. She would come every few days at a fixed time, do what she needed to do, and leave without lingering.

Calm. Restrained. Clear purpose.

It's like completing a task.

But last night was different.

Last night, she carried a restlessness he had never seen before. It wasn't desire, but a state of being suffocated by something, desperately needing an outlet.

And he, Qian Xunji, is that exit.

There is only one thing that could cause her to act so abnormally—Qian Daoliu.

Qian Xunji knew all too well. His father was the true strongest member of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Title Douluo, and the Grand Elder of the Angel Temple. He had been in seclusion for so long; Qian Daoliu couldn't possibly have remained completely indifferent.

It must be Qian Daoliu who's looking for her.

Although she had certainly managed to fool him, the pressure of facing the strongest person and the fear of being exposed at any moment were enough to make this seemingly calm and composed woman anxious.

That's why she unusually stayed with him until dawn. She needed to vent, needed to confirm that she still had control, and needed to regain a sense of security in this most primal confirmation of power.

Thinking of this, Qian Xunji's smile deepened.

As he was thinking, he suddenly gasped.

waist.

Qian Xunji reached out and supported his lower back, his smile instantly replaced by a grin.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

During this period of revelry, his soul power was still sealed, and his body was no different from that of an ordinary person. In fact, because he had lost the nourishment of soul power, his physique was even weaker than that of ordinary people his age.

In the past, when he was a Title Douluo, he could fight for three days and three nights straight, let alone one night.

But now...

Chihiro, supporting her lower back, carefully turned over, finding a position that wasn't so painful.

My lower back is sore and swollen, and even the slightest movement causes pain throughout my entire back.

They fought until dawn last night.

He recalled Bibi Dong's almost cathartic outburst last night, and his lips twitched.

……

Outside the sealed room.

It was already broad daylight.

Bibi Dong walked through the long corridor and arrived at her own private washroom.

The washroom is filled with hot spring water from underground, and is steaming all year round.

Bibi Dong removed her clothes and walked naked into the pool.

The warm spring water flowed over my ankles, knees, and waist, finally stopping below my collarbone.

The steam rose up, enveloping her in a hazy white mist.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and rested her head against the pool wall.

The water surface rippled gently, spreading out in circles of tiny waves.

The scents that clung to Qian Xunji, the sticky sensations left from their lovemaking, were gradually peeled away as the hot water soaked them.