Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

A faint vibration came from her throat, like a sob, or like suppressing some indescribable feeling.

However, her hands still gripped the handle, moving it slowly up and down as Yue Qingge had instructed.

She was carrying out this shameful task with utmost seriousness.

Suddenly, Qian Renxue's impatient voice came from the doorway, tinged with anxiety: "You'd better hurry up."

The sound made Bai Chenxiang's body tremble violently.

Yue Qingge didn't turn her head, her palm still pressing on Bai Chenxiang's hair, and simply echoed, "Mm, mm, okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers tightened slightly, gripping Bai Chenxiang's small head and gently lowering it.

With an undeniable firmness, his voice fell from above: "Xiaobai, wrap it with your tongue, then suck hard."

Bai Chenxiang's eyelashes trembled violently; she could feel the pressure of the hand above her head gradually increasing.

She didn't dare to hesitate. Her cherry-like lips tightened abruptly, and her cheeks quickly deflated, like two thin films that had been puffed up by the wind and then suddenly deflated.

The warm cavity was instantly seized by an invisible force, and the warm breath turned into a vortex, pulling Yue Qingge's farm tools frantically inward.

The muscles deep in her throat were spasming uncontrollably, and he could even feel the fine, rapid vibrations in the girl's throat.

One beat after another, like some ancient and primitive rhythm, slowly eroding and sucking at Yue Qingge's farming tools.

The vibration traveled from her throat to his body, a tingling pleasure shooting up his spine, making Yue Qingge's breathing involuntarily become heavier.

With a crisp "pop" sound.

Yue Qingge tightened her grip on her head, pinning her firmly in place.

He could no longer hold back and let out a low groan, pouring all his white breath into her warm cavity.

In that instant, Bai Chenxiang's pupils rolled slightly back, the whites of her eyes turned upwards, revealing a trace of confusion.

The pungent smell instantly filled the entire cavity, and the intense life force filled her every breath.

She could feel the scalding liquid surging into her throat, flowing in wave after wave with an irresistible force.

Her throat instinctively tried to swallow, but she was caught off guard and almost choked.

"district--"

Her stomach churned violently, her throat tightened, and her body instinctively wanted to vomit the elixir.

Her head tilted back slightly, her lips barely moving. "Swallow it."

Yue Qingge's voice, however, was like a bucket of ice water poured over someone's head. "Hurry up."

Bai Chenxiang's lips trembled, and the liquid that had reached her throat was swallowed back down.

She swallowed the thick spiritual liquid mouthful by mouthful, her brows furrowing more with each sip.

Finally, she opened her small mouth for Yue Qingge to examine.

Her cherry-like mouth was slightly parted, revealing her pink tongue and neat pearly teeth.

Her tongue was spotless, without a trace of anything. But a white mark lingered at the corner of her mouth, shimmering alluringly under the light.

Then she suddenly started crying.

At first, it was just silent sobbing, her shoulders heaving, and tears falling in a steady stream.

Then the crying grew louder and louder, turning from suppressed sobs into loud wails, the person crying like an abandoned little animal, heartbroken.

The sound of crying echoed in the secret room, startling Yue Qingge.

He leaned back slightly, his brows furrowed, caught off guard by the sudden cry.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and awkwardly patted her wet hair. "You...you don't cry. I'll take you back now."

Bai Chenxiang completely ignored him.

She cried and wiped away her tears, which streamed through her fingers. Her head was down, her shoulders were trembling violently, and she mumbled something under her breath.

"I...am I going to get pregnant with Yun...?"

She sobbed, each word indistinct, "Am I going to...give birth to a baby...?"

Her fingers twisted together, and she forced back her tears. "Please...please don't tell Grandpa..."

She raised her head, her pale purple eyes, washed with tears, looking pitifully at Yue Qingge. Tiny water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and her nose was red. "I...I secretly gave birth to you..."

Yue Qingge was somewhat stunned.

Looking at her tear-streaked face and her eyes filled with seriousness and fear, he was momentarily speechless.

He twitched his lips again at the end, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. His expression was a complex mix of wanting to laugh and feeling he shouldn't. He sighed, flipped his hand, and gathered his soul power in his palm, a soft light covering Bai Chenxiang's throat and lips.

Gently stroking the red and swollen skin he had ravaged, slowly easing the pain and discomfort.

Upon hearing the word "baby," Qian Renxue could no longer hold back.

Her footsteps approached from afar, her high heels making a clattering sound on the ground.

She strode up to the two of them, her usually indifferent face now filled with astonishment and disbelief. Her beautiful eyes swept back and forth between Yue Qingge and Bai Chenxiang, finally settling on Bai Chenxiang's face.

"What are you doing? Why are the children here?"

Yue Qingge shook his head helplessly. He looked at Qian Renxue, his lips moving slightly. His voice echoed in her mind, quickly explaining what had just happened.

Finally, he spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "That's how it is." Qian Renxue's astonishment froze for a moment, then slowly melted away, turning into a subtle expression.

She took out a clean set of clothes from her storage ring and handed them to Bai Chenxiang.

Chapter 140 Serving

Bai Chenxiang's fingers were still trembling when she took it.

She turned away from the two of them and quietly changed her clothes. The plain white dress clung to her slender body, highlighting her pale face and light purple hair, giving her an indescribable elegance. After she finished changing, Qian Renxue stepped forward, reached out, and gently patted her shoulder.

Her voice was gentle: "Since you want to have a baby, then stay here and serve Qingge." Bai Chenxiang's eyes widened instantly, then she shook her head violently. "You...you mean what you say, right?"

Her voice was soft, hoarse from crying, "Can...can I go back?"

Her eyes were fixed on Yue Qingge, her pale purple eyes filled with anticipation and fear, like a bird that had been caged for too long, longing to fly but also afraid that there was an even bigger cage outside when the cage door opened.

"of course can."

“But you can’t make a sound, nor can you act on your own. After all…” He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, “you’re mine. We’re on the same side now.”

Bai Chenxiang looked dejected, her brows furrowed, and she muttered to herself, "I don't want to be on your side."

Qian Renxue, watching from the side, turned to Yue Qingge, her tone returning to its usual calm and capable: "Let's go to the Min tribe now. We'll fill in some details along the way." Yue Qingge nodded, and then the three of them left the secret chamber and boarded the sedan chair.

Under the cover of night, the sedan chair silently rose into the air and sped towards the territory of the Star Luo Empire at an astonishing speed.

Inside the sedan chair.

Yue Qingge sat in the middle, her legs slightly apart, her posture casual and languid.

Qian Renxue and Bai Chenxiang sat on either side of him, one on his left and one on his right. Yue Qingge could clearly feel Bai Chenxiang's body trembling. She didn't know if bringing Yue Qingge back was the right or wrong thing to do.

Once the thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed; it lingered in her mind, gripping her heart tightly, leaving her constantly uneasy.

She kept reassuring herself, her lips moving silently as she repeated the same phrase over and over in her mind.

He said he wouldn't hurt my family. He said it. He said it. "Xiao Bai."

Yue Qingge's voice shattered those chaotic thoughts. Bai Chenxiang snapped back to reality and turned to look at him. "What is your relationship with the Haotian Sect?" An undisguised disgust appeared on Bai Chenxiang's face. "They are too arrogant."

Her voice carried a long-suppressed anger; each word sounded like she was grinding something to pieces.

"They don't take us seriously at all. As the number one sect in the world, they look down on us like dirt. I despise them." She spoke somewhat incoherently, but the fire in her eyes burned even brighter. It seemed that she hated the Haotian Sect more than Yue Qingge. That was quite interesting.

"Especially that one named Tang Wu."

Bai Chenxiang's fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her skirt, wringing the plain white fabric into a crease.

“He stole something from the sect, but they vented their anger on my grandfather. They said that Uncle Yong instigated his nephew, and everyone…everyone is talking about him about this.”② Her eyes reddened again, this time not from fear, but from anger and grievance.

"Grandpa can't straighten his back anymore; he looks so old and worn."

Yue Qingge had already automatically conjured up the arrogant image of the number one sect in the world in her mind.

He tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "The righteous path is corrupt and decadent."

There was no sigh, no anger in his tone, only a faint sarcasm. He placed his palm on the top of her head, his fingertips running through her hair, gently rubbing it twice.

"It's alright, the Haotian Sect will soon become history."

Bai Chenxiang didn't know what those words meant. She only felt a strange sense of security from the hand above her head.

She nodded as if possessed, even letting out a soft "hmm" from her throat.

"Oh, right."

Yue Qingge withdrew her hand, her gaze returning to Bai Chenxiang's face. "Do you know about the grand gathering of the new generation of the Haotian Sect? Such as hunting, team activities, and competitions." As the number one genius of the Min Clan, Bai Chenxiang, though still young, had already been exposed to a lot of sect affairs.

She didn't rush to answer, but fell into deep thought, her little finger unconsciously rising and gently touching her lips.

Her pale purple eyes narrowed slightly, her eyelashes drooping, as she silently sorted through the information stored in her mind.

After a moment's thought, she began to explain: "On June 1st of Douluo Calendar 2641, the Haotian Sect will hold its coronation ceremony. At that time, they will all descend the mountain to search for resources in various places and hunt soul beasts to exchange for points. Finally, the first place winner will be selected to obtain the resources from the treasure vault."

She added, "If I remember correctly, that's how it is. After all, I've only visited once." Yue Qingge didn't say anything after hearing this. He slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell straight down, landing squarely on Qian Renxue's beautiful legs.

A gentle light appeared in Qian Renxue's divinely radiant eyes. She then extended her slender, jade-like fingers and placed them on his temples, beginning to gently press.

"You look so tired."

Her coquettish tone, more captivating than any melody, reached Yue Qingge's ears. "You've been doing naughty things all along. Now you're even a little weak." Yue Qingge closed his eyes. He could feel the softness of Qian Renxue's slender legs, the rhythm of her fingertips dancing on his head, and her breath falling from above, carrying a faint fragrance.

He enjoyed the perfect lap pillow and closed his eyes peacefully. Three days later.

The sedan chair slowly descended in the morning light, and the three successfully arrived in the territory of the Star Luo Empire.

With a wave of her hand, Yue Qingge retracted the black palanquin into her storage soul tool. The three of them donned black robes, pulled up their hoods to conceal their faces, and headed towards Luode City.

At the city gates of Lode, guards stood in rows.

A young guard saw three men in black robes approaching, frowned, gripped the hilt of his sword, and was about to step forward to intercept them.

What are you doing?!

Suddenly, a domineering voice rang out, like a thunderclap at the city gate.

"You've met us old folks, why don't you bow down and greet us respectfully?" The voice was sharp and arrogant, carrying a haughty air of looking down on everyone. A commotion rippled through the crowd, drawing everyone's attention.

Yue Qingge and Qian Renxue exchanged a glance and vanished without a trace. They appeared silently atop a nearby pavilion, overlooking the entire city gate.

On the street below, crowds were making way for each other.

Yue Qingge could faintly hear some sounds: words like "Lord Tang Yu," "the prodigy of Haotian Sect," and "extraordinary."

Chapter 141 Pushing Open the Door

Although Yue Qingge was somewhat puzzled, she still turned her gaze to the crowd and searched carefully.

Soon, he spotted a young figure.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early teens, with a sinister air about him. He sat on a tall horse, followed by a group of attendants, making quite a grand entrance.

Tang Yu, one of the rising stars of the Haotian Sect, may not be as outstanding as Tang Long on the surface, but he is still a figure not to be underestimated.

A young man was spouting obsequious words in front of Tang Yu's horse.

Yue Qingge stared at them for a while, and seeing that nothing interesting was happening, she withdrew her gaze and left the pavilion with Qian Renxue.

The three arrived at an inn and asked for a superior room.

Qian Renxue stood by the window, her black robe removed to reveal her stunningly beautiful face. Her gaze pierced through the windowpane, fixed on the passersby on the street, and she abruptly asked, "Is that Tang Yu your target?"

Yue Qingge shook his head, a hint of disdain flashing across his face: "He's probably worthless. The main targets should be Tang Long and Tang San." Then he lowered his eyes and muttered to himself, "These people have already started."

After a while, a smile appeared on his face. "You can rest here for a while."

He looked up at the two of them and said, "I'll go contact my master." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared through the doorway, leaving only a slightly swaying door.

Bai Chenxiang watched Yue Qingge's figure disappear behind the door until even a lingering shadow could not be seen, before letting out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had survived a disaster.

Her gaze shifted to the side and landed on Qian Renxue.

She stood by the window, her figure graceful and elegant, her profile appearing exceptionally cool and perfect.

She stood there, doing nothing, yet possessed an aura that commanded respect.

As Bai Chenxiang watched, a hint of envy surfaced in her eyes. If... if I were like her, would things be different? This thought had barely formed, before it was shattered by Qian Renxue's voice. "Little Bai."