Qian Xunji dragged Bibi Dong through the long, narrow, and pitch-black passage, his grip tight around her snow-white neck, until they reached a cold and cramped secret chamber.
Inside, a bed had been prepared in advance. Without hesitation, Qian Xunji threw Bibi Dong onto it with brutal force.
"Ah!"
Her body hit the bed with a heavy thud. At the same time, the massive iron door slammed shut behind them, locked securely by Qian Xunji.
"Boom!"
"Click!"
The metallic clang of the lock echoed through the chamber.
Bibi Dong, too weak to even lift her head, could only glare at him with eyes brimming with resentment and despair.
"Dong'er," Qian Xunji sneered, his golden eyes burning with greed, "I've been your teacher for nearly thirteen years. And now, you dare abandon Spirit Hall for a worthless man who's been dead for four years? You brought this upon yourself!"
His fingers tightened around her throat.
"Qian Xunji… you… you monster!"
Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse, her once-clear eyes now bloodshot with fury. Veins bulged along her arms, but she remained powerless to resist.
"For twelve years, I nurtured you with my resources," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "I intended for you to become the next Pope, to carry the banner of Spirit Hall. But now… my dear disciple, you seem far more… delectable."
His hand moved to tear away the last shred of fabric covering her body.
Bibi Dong shut her eyes in defeat, two streaks of bloody tears trailing down her cheeks.
But then, his wrist was seized mid-air.
Qian Xunji froze, his muddled mind snapping back to clarity.
His arm was locked in place, as if clamped in unbreakable steel.
The room fell deathly silent.
When Bibi Dong felt no further violation, she hesitantly opened her eyes and through her blurred vision, she saw him.
The man she had longed for, day and night, for four years.
Qian Xunji turned his head slowly, panic creeping into his expression.
"How… How did you get in here?!"
A smooth, magnetic voice cut through the stifling darkness.
"My, my. Seems I arrived just in time."
With a slight flex of his palm—
"Crack!"
"AHHH!! MY HAND—!!"
Qian Xunji screamed, his Titled Douluo-level strength useless against the crushing grip.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
He attempted to summon his martial soul, even if it meant destroying the entire chamber.
"Oh, I don't think so."
"BOOM!"
A single punch to the gut shattered the Seraphim martial soul before it could fully manifest.
Qian Xunji crumpled, his insides churning violently. Sour bile spilled from his lips as he writhed on the floor.
"Guh—!"
Like a broken dog, he was tossed aside.
Two swift seals later—one sealing his soul, the other his cultivation—and he was rendered completely helpless.
With that settled, Fu Ye turned his attention to Bibi Dong.
She lay limp on the bed, her robes disheveled, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin. He stepped closer, sitting beside her.
"Senior Sister… it's been years. Did you miss me?"
His features shifted back to his original appearance.
The moment Bibi Dong recognized him—the man she had yearned for all this time—her eyes welled with crystalline tears.
"You— You bastard… You absolute bastard…!"
She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but her body still refused to obey. Her words came out in broken sobs.
Then, slowly, sensation returned to her limbs—but with it came an unbearable, searing heat.
The drug Qian Xunji had forced upon her was taking full effect.
First, it paralyzed its victim, heightening all senses. Then, after a delay, it transformed into a potent aphrodisiac—restoring movement, but drowning the mind in unrelenting desire.
No woman could resist its effects.
"Hah… Hah…"
Bibi Dong's breathing grew ragged, her fair skin flushing a deep crimson.
Before she knew it, her arms had wrapped around Fu Ye, her cheek pressing desperately against his chest.
"Fu Ye… I love you. I truly do. Please… don't leave me again."
Only after losing him once had she realized how precious he was.
Fu Ye stroked her back gently, then guided her to face him.
Her delicate features were flushed, her bloodshot eyes now softened with affection.
"Xiao Ye… take me. Let me be yours—forever."
She fought against the drug's overwhelming urge, waiting for his answer.
Fu Ye responded not with words, but action.
A radiant light enveloped Bibi Dong as their bodies entwined. There was no turning back now.
"Fu Ye, I—"
Before she could finish, his lips captured hers.
She clung to him, a single tear slipping free.
No one could fathom the storm of emotions in her heart.
At her lowest moment, the man she loved had returned from the dead—saving her when all hope was lost.
Six hours passed in a blur.
Fu Ye held dominance, yet Bibi Dong stubbornly resisted surrender.
Both were unyielding by nature, but with his Quasi God cultivation and Dragon God bloodline, Fu Ye remained unshaken atop his throne.
Twelve hours later, as her breathing grew erratic beneath him, he buried his face between her heaving mountains.
"Sister Dong'er… you smell divine," he murmured, ravenous. "I want to devour you… piece by piece."
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