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At this exact moment, within the quiet safety of their shared quarters, Dugu Yan, Xiao Wu, and Ye Lingling stood completely still. Their eyes were wide, and their faces showed a mix of confusion and total disbelief. It was as if they had just heard something impossible.
What did you just say? Dugu Yan asked, her voice rising in pitch. You little scoundrel, do you even realize what is coming out of your mouth?
Xiao Wu stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest. Why didn't you warn Hu Liena and the others this time? Usually, you are so protective. Why didn't you tell them not to lay a single finger on your precious Brother Su Yan?
Ye Lingling nodded in agreement, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a playful but sharp glare. Did you finally get what you wanted from him? Is that why you've stopped caring about the lives of your sisters? You're being very selfish, Rongrong.
Dugu Yan smirked, cracking her knuckles in a theatrical way. I think she needs a reminder of who her friends are. Let's all gang up on her and teach her a proper lesson!
Before Ning Rongrong could even let out a cry for help, she was pinned down against the soft mattress of the bed. Dugu Yan, Xiao Wu, and Ye Lingling moved like practiced Spirit Masters, surrounding her so she had no way to escape. They began a ruthless session of kneading and tickling, showing no mercy to the young princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Stop! It hurts! Ning Rongrong giggled and shrieked at the same time. Even her little buns were being squeezed so hard they felt sore. She reached out a hand toward the only person who wasn't currently attacking her. Zhuqing, please! Save me from these monsters!
Zhu Zhuqing stood a few feet away, watching the chaotic and frolicking group. She opened her mouth, about to speak up and perhaps offer some help, but she stopped abruptly. She saw the wicked, hungry grins blooming on the faces of the trio. Dugu Yan and the others turned their eyes toward her, letting out low, mischievous laughs.
Hehehe, Dugu Yan chuckled, her eyes locked on Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't help but take a cautious step back, her hands held up in a defensive posture. Don't come any closer! I'm warning you!
Rongrong, why are you letting them bully my Spirit along with them? Zhuqing cried out as the group suddenly shifted their target.
Now it was Zhu Zhuqing's turn to be bullied. She was treated quite miserably by the whole lot of them. Even Ah Yin and Ling Yuan, who usually stayed out of such childish antics, found they couldn't resist joining in the fun. After all, who could blame them? Zhu Zhuqing's Spirit was so impressively large and well-developed that it naturally stirred everyone's curiosity and a bit of playful envy.
Meanwhile, far away in the Crown Prince's Mansion, the woman known as the Little Angel was feeling thoroughly numb. At first, the news of a simple foot-wash hadn't bothered her too much. It was a strange service for a Pope to provide, but she tried to ignore it. However, as she read the teasing jokes and suggestive comments flowing through the group chat, she found herself utterly speechless.
Damn it all! Qian Renxue cursed under her breath, her face flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Bibi Dong, you absolute wretch. And Su Yan, you total bastard. What on earth is going on between the two of you?
She truly didn't dare to let her thoughts wander any further. A terrifying possibility entered her mind. Surely the day would never come when she would have to call Bibi Dong her big sister in a formal way, right? The very idea made her stomach turn.
Little Angel really didn't dare to dwell on it for another second! Su Yan, you absolute bastard, she thought fiercely. Just you wait. When you finally show your face in Heaven Dou City, I am going to bite you to death!
Back in Spirit City, inside the luxurious and private Pope's Bedchamber, the atmosphere was much different. After listening to Su Yan tell the long and epic tale of the Evil Sword Immortal, Bibi Dong felt a strange sense of enlightenment. It was as if a new world of logic had opened up to her.
Because of her current state, three versions of Bibi Dong were present in the room. They studied Su Yan from every possible angle, observing him through a full three-hundred-sixty degrees without leaving a single blind spot. They all had to reach the same conclusion: this Little Bastard really was incredibly handsome.
If I had met this Little Bastard back when I was young, she mused quietly, I probably wouldn't have been mocked by everyone as the Blind Douluo for my poor taste in men.
But as she watched him lying there, looking so comfortable and relaxed while she rubbed his feet and massaged his shoulders, her irritation returned. He looked so infuriatingly smug, as if it was his birthright to be served by the most powerful woman on the continent. It riled her up inside.
Just you wait, Little Bastard! She thought, her eyes flashing with a purple light. In just a moment, this seat will crush your ego utterly and trample you under my foot.
However, as she looked at his peaceful face, Bibi Dong felt a bit helpless. She sighed softly to herself. Forget it. Considering how young he is, I will just treat him like a child. Yes, I'll think of him as my own son. If he's my son, then rubbing his feet and shoulders doesn't feel like a loss of dignity at all.
It was a strange bit of mental gymnastics, but it worked. The moment that thought took root in her mind, most of her burning anger melted away into a calm pool.
My dear big son, she thought with a hidden smirk.
The beautiful woman suddenly stopped her massage and asked, So, Su Yan. What do you think about the offer I made to you earlier?
What thing? Su Yan asked. He stared at her blankly for a moment. Then, he glanced left and right at the other two versions of Bibi Dong, wondering if their inner thoughts were all identical or if they were thinking different things.
The beautiful Bibi Dong leaned in close, her expression turning very earnest. Join our Spirit Hall. If you do, you can name any condition you want. Anything at all. And as for those powerful weapons you mentioned, plus the advanced spirit tools from the world you called Douluo Continent World Two, can you help me get them?
Su Yan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached out his hand and touched the forehead of the Bibi Dong standing in the middle.
She immediately slapped his hand away with a sharp smack and snapped at him, Little Bastard, what do you think you're doing? How dare you touch me so casually?
Su Yan shook his head, looking quite speechless. I'm just checking to see if you've got a fever. You're talking crazy. You want me to join Spirit Hall so I can work myself to death for you? You want my secrets, my weapons, and my spirit tools too? That's a lot to ask.
Bibi Dong's face turned very grave and serious. I am not joking with you. State any condition you want, no matter how wild it seems. As long as you are willing to join Spirit Hall and help me achieve my goals, I will consider it.
Su Yan rolled his eyes at her intensity. He paused for a moment, and then a mischievous thought crossed his mind as he recalled something from their earlier banter. Fine, then I'll really say it. If I want you to wash my feet for the rest of your life, would you agree to that?
All three versions of Bibi Dong froze. Their eyes went wide, and they stared at him in total silence. Su Yan's words had truly stunned the woman who was known as Mentor Bi.
What? She finally gasped. Kid, is there something seriously wrong with your brain? I told you to name a condition for joining the most powerful organization in the world! Did I ask you to come up with something like that? Wash your feet for life? Why don't you just ask me to resign as the Pope of Spirit Hall so I can serve you forever?
It was absolutely infuriating to her. Bibi Dong ground her teeth together, the sound audible in the quiet room. I said I am being serious. I am not joking around, so stop playing games with me.
Su Yan couldn't be bothered with such heavy talk anymore. He simply closed his eyes again, letting out a satisfied sigh as he prepared to enjoy the rest of the massage. We will talk about it another day, he muttered lazily.
Bibi Dong frowned, her mind racing with thoughts. Could this little rascal still doubt that she was in her right mind? He hadn't refused her offer as decisively as he usually did in the Group Chat. That meant there was still a glimmer of hope. Perhaps he was still testing her resolve and her sincerity?
Bibi Dong felt she understood the situation now. If she wanted him to believe her, she had to act. Yu Xiaogang had to become Eunuch Yu as soon as possible. Doing that would be the ultimate proof of her sincerity and her break from the past.
However, when she took a moment to check the Group Chat again, she nearly died of rage on the spot. The messages were flying by fast.
Bo Saixi asked: Hu Liena, have Bibi Dong and Su Yan started their duel yet? We've been waiting.
Tang Yuehua added: They have been washing feet for this long and they still aren't done? What is taking so long?
Winter Cutie chimed in: Yeah, we are all dying of impatience here. We want to see some action!
Liu Erlong's message appeared next: Hold on, you two. They've been washing feet for ages. Old Woman, don't tell me you've jumped the gun and started nibbling on the tender grass? Are you taking advantage of that boy?
I Am an Orphan, which was Bibi Dong's handle, flared up: Liu Erlong, shut your damn mouth! Hu Liena, talk right now! What are those two scoundrels doing?
Hu Liena replied quickly: They are just rubbing feet and shoulders. What else would they be doing?
I Am an Orphan typed back: Do you take us for fools? Do you think we are like Carrot and Her Majesty? Washing feet for this long is impossible. Does Bibi Dong love giving foot-washes that much?
Group Member Number Nine joked: Maybe by now the roles have changed. Maybe it is Su Yan washing Bibi Dong's feet.
Yanzi is not a Swallow posted: 666.
Loves Eating Carrots said: Old Woman, I forbid you to touch him! He is off-limits!
Nine Treasures Little Princess added: Bibi Dong probably says: He took the initiative! It wasn't my fault!
Cat in the Shadows posted: 666.
Tang Yuehua tried to be philosophical: Let's look at the facts. After a miserable first half of her life, she is now diligently cultivating to become the strongest on the continent. As the Pope of the mightiest Spirit Hall, she has toiled her whole life. Can't she even enjoy herself a little bit now?
Dark Avenger agreed: Yeah, I agree. So what if Her Holiness the Pope decides to keep a pretty boy for herself?
Ah Yin posted: So what if Her Holiness the Pope keeps a pretty boy?
Group Member Number Nine added: After a lifetime of hardship, can't she enjoy herself?
Everyone else started spamming:Â
Bibi Dong's digital avatar practically screamed: You bastards all shut up right now!
Back in the physical world, Bibi Dong was literally exploding with rage. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes were fixed on the screen of the spirit tool.
What? She screamed at the empty air. I am away for just one minute and you wretches start spouting all this nonsense? Keeping a pretty boy? Enjoying myself? If I give you all another moment, you'll probably start guessing that I'm already pregnant! This is utterly outrageous!
Liu Erlong responded immediately: Old Woman, you're finally here! Spill it then. What are you and Su Yan really doing in that room?
I Am an Orphan replied: Yu Erlong, just you wait. I will make you die of anger, you bastard!
Liu Erlong laughed: Damn! You really did it! You've already pissed me off just by implying it, you shameless old crone!
Everyone else posted: 666.
In the Pope's Bedchamber in Spirit City, all three versions of Bibi Dong were now nearly blown apart by their collective rage. The air in the room hummed with her intense Spirit Power.
Su Yan, you Little Bastard! Why don't you say something to defend me? She yelled, turning her fury toward the boy on the couch. Look at what those wretches in the Group Chat are saying about us! Hurry up and use your powers to mute Liu Erlong right now!
Su Yan opened one eye and gave Bibi Dong a very odd, skeptical look. Your Holiness, think about it for a second. If I mute Liu Erlong right at this moment, people will think we are trying to hide something. We will really never be able to explain ourselves or prove our innocence then.
Bibi Dong stared at him for three seconds, her face turning a deep shade of red. Get lost! She shrieked.
Bibi Dong literally detonated with a burst of power. The version of her standing closest to the center kicked the sofa with all her might. The force was so great that it sent Su Yan and the entire couch flying straight out of the bedchamber doors and into the hallway.
Su Yan, flying through the air, could only think one thing: What?