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

Bibi Dong knew all too well what that meant.

If she loses 20 levels of soul power, she will fall directly to the Soul King realm.

By then, how will she control the Spirit Hall? How will she face Qian Daoliu?

How can I protect myself in this cruel world?

She will be reduced to her original form, becoming a pawn to be manipulated once again.

No, it's worse than that.

She offended Qian Xunji and imprisoned the Pope. Once she loses her power, only endless torment and humiliation await her.

Qian Xunji's words—the bond between master and disciple, the overall situation of the Spirit Hall, the stability of the continent—every single one sounded reasonable, and every single one was trying to pry open her defenses.

If it were the old Bibi Dong, she might have actually been persuaded by him.

Bibi Dong who believed in love, Bibi Dong who still respected her teacher, Bibi Dong who was still soft-hearted.

but……

Bibi Dong died yesterday.

She died in this secret room, the moment this man tore off his disguise.

The person standing here now is a completely new Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong is someone who will stop at nothing to survive and gain power.

She looked up, and the candlelight illuminated her face.

That stunningly beautiful face was completely expressionless.

"Teacher," Bibi Dong's voice was eerily calm, "Have you finished speaking?"

Qian Xunji's expression froze.

He saw something in those purple eyes that made his heart pound.

That wasn't hatred, nor was it anger.

Rather, it is a complete, cold indifference.

It's like looking at a... tool.

Bibi Dong strode towards him.

"you……"

Qian Xunji subconsciously took a step back.

"Teacher," Bibi Dong looked down at him, a slow smile curving her lips, "Do you still think you're that high and mighty Pope?"

Her voice was soft, yet it was like a knife, tearing away Qian Xunji's remaining dignity piece by piece.

No. You are now just a toy in my hands.

"A tool... used to accomplish a task."

The candlelight flickered.

The color drained from Qian Xunji's face.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something. But Bibi Dong didn't give him the chance.

She raised her hand and pushed him down onto the bed.

The flickering candlelight cast her shadow as she bent over, obscuring the last trace of struggle on Qian Xunji's face.

……

In his mind's eye, Lin An was watching a science fiction blockbuster from Earth with his legs crossed. On the screen, spaceships were engaged in a fierce battle with an alien fleet.

He subconsciously switched to glance at the system status and then saw the live feed from the secret room.

Holy crap.

Lin An's hand trembled, and he almost spilled the virtual popcorn.

This woman...

That was so efficient!

Looking at Bibi Dong's extremely cold expression and then at Qian Xunji's desperate face, Lin An couldn't help but shudder.

When he first read the original story, he only thought of Bibi Dong as a tragic figure consumed by hatred. Later, when she turned evil and became the Rakshasa God, although terrifying, at least there was a logical chain of "being hurt - turning evil and seeking revenge".

But the person in front of me...

Her path to becoming a villain seems a bit different.

She wasn't driven by hatred; she used everything as a means to complete her mission.

Whether it's Qian Xunji, Yu Xiaogang, or any of the geniuses she's put on her "hunting list"... in her eyes, they're all just tools.

She could even use herself as a tool.

But this is for the best, since the outcome is in our favor.

"Awesome," Lin An exclaimed sincerely. "Truly awesome."

But despite his feelings, he didn't forget his "god-like" persona.

As the god of reproduction, he is aloof, mysterious, and cannot casually chat with his host.

How the host completes the mission is her business.

All he needs to do is maintain his high-class image, occasionally release some insightful questions, and then sit back and wait to collect energy.

Lin An glanced at the system interface again.

Energy value: 10.23 points.

It's still rising.

Although it's slow, it's definitely rising.

"Alright." Lin An leaned back on the virtual sofa and restarted the movie he had just paused. "You guys continue, I'll continue watching the movie."

He thought for a moment, then switched back to the previous screen and added an automatic record to the system:

[Host detected to be undergoing a divine trial; energy collection ongoing. Current progress is good; please continue.]

Yes, that's more in line with the high-class image of a deity.

Simple, aloof, and devoid of emotion.

Lin An nodded in satisfaction, immersing himself once again in the movie's explosion scenes.

……

Inside the secret room.

Everything returned to calm.

Qian Xunji collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In that day and night, his understanding was completely overturned.

His most prized disciple, the saintess he had personally nurtured, the docile and obedient Bibi Dong in his eyes... had become someone he didn't recognize at all.

No, perhaps he never truly knew her.

Bibi Dong stood up and straightened her robes. Her movements were calm and elegant, as if what had just happened was a trivial matter.

She looked at Qian Xunji, who lay on the bed like a rag doll, her eyes filled with no pity, only a cold satisfaction.

"Teacher," Bibi Dong's voice rang out softly, "you should feel honored."

Qian Xunji's body stiffened slightly.

"Your bloodline will be nurtured by me."

Bibi Dong turned around, her back to him, her tone casual.

"Oh, and I should also thank you."

Chihiro's eyes twitched.

"This secluded chamber was personally chosen by you." Bibi Dong looked around, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Soundproof, secluded, even the Soul Masters guarding outside are private soldiers belonging solely to you and me, never recorded in the Spirit Hall's register... No one is allowed to approach without your order. When you renovated this place, you probably didn't expect things to turn out this way, did you?"

Qian Xunji's breathing became rapid.

"So, you'll just stay here obediently and be my..."

Bibi Dong paused, seemingly considering her words, before finally uttering two words softly, "Pet."

"The day your value is completely squeezed dry, perhaps I'll consider giving you a quick death."

She strode towards the door of the secret room, her steps light and steady.

Behind her came Qian Xunji's hoarse, almost broken voice: "Bibi Dong...you've gone mad...you've completely gone mad..."

Bibi Dong paused slightly in her steps.

She didn't turn around.

"Maybe," her voice was calm as still water, "but at least I'm living a very clear-headed life now."

The stone gate slowly closed, shutting out Qian Xunji's curses and roars behind him.

Bibi Dong leaned against the cold stone door, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.