Chapter 32 – Bibi Dong's Failure
The power of the Gold Cloth's amplification was truly comprehensive. Not only did it enhance physical recovery—it also boosted mental strength by a full twenty percent.
Relying on that strength, the weary and weakened Qian Xunji forced himself to sit upright and cross his legs, entering cultivation once more.
To his astonishment, he soon discovered something incredible—The Aries Gold Cloth could even repair the damage to his martial soul.
Under the cataclysmic explosion caused by Tang Hao's hundred-thousand-year soul ring explosion, Qian Xunji's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had suffered irreversible damage, nearly shattering entirely.
But the Gold Cloth's healing power didn't just act on the physical body—it also extended to the martial soul itself.
"Heh… seems I owe that brat a favor after all," he murmured to himself, a rare smile forming on his pale face. "To risk exposing such a unique martial soul just to help me… He clearly bears no ill will toward the Spirit Hall. A promising seedling indeed. For once, that old fossil actually did something right."
He chuckled softly. "And beyond the base enhancements… these soul skills of his…"
His muttering trailed off as he focused once again on mending both his body and his martial soul. To a man of his status, being unable to use his martial soul was more torment than any physical pain.
Meanwhile, not far from the Pope's residence—
For over ten days, Bibi Dong had been watching closely. Qian Xunji still hadn't returned to the Pope's Hall to handle affairs, which confirmed her suspicion: the man truly was gravely injured.
A cold, dangerous thought slowly surfaced in her mind, spreading like frost through her heart.
"Don't disappoint me, Qian Xunji," she whispered.
The next morning, after visiting her father as usual, Qian Renxue returned to the Douluo Hall to complete her daily training.
At the same time, Bibi Dong entered Qian Xunji's quarters, carrying a bowl of steaming medicinal soup in her hands.
"Teacher…"
"Hm?"
Qian Xunji withdrew from his meditation, his gaze complex as it fell upon the woman before him.
His feelings toward this disciple were tangled beyond words— A father's warmth from their early years, the heartbreak of betrayal, and the bitter resentment that followed the events in the secret chamber.
Since Qian Renxue's birth, he had longed to reconcile with his estranged disciple, yet every attempt failed. The recent Blue Silver Emperor incident had, in fact, been his effort to win her favor by helping her acquire a hundred-thousand-year ninth soul ring.
And now, here she was, personally delivering him medicine. A flood of emotions rose in his chest—accompanied by a faint sense of caution.
"Dong'er, what brings you here?"
"I heard you were injured during the soul hunt," Bibi Dong said softly, lowering her gaze. "I feel guilty for my part in it… so I brought some medicine. I hope it helps your recovery."
Qian Xunji's wary eyes lingered on the bowl in her hands. As a Titled Douluo, he could easily detect most poisons. Yet after a careful scan, he found nothing unusual—it was merely a simple restorative tonic for pain relief and blood nourishment.
'Could it be she's truly acting out of concern?' he wondered, though he kept his guard up.
Still cautious, he discreetly infused a trace of soul power through the Gold Cloth's protective energy before allowing his expression to soften.
"It's rare for you to be so thoughtful, Dong'er," he said with a faint smile. "I regret that I couldn't bring back the Blue Silver Emperor for you this time."
"It doesn't matter," she replied calmly. "Once you're healed, we can plan again."
Her eyes flickered briefly toward the gleaming golden armor on his body—it looked oddly familiar, though she couldn't place why.
Seeing that Qian Xunji was letting his guard down, Bibi Dong's pulse quickened. Her fingers subtly tightened around the edge of her robes. The medicine she brought wasn't ordinary—it was laced with Soul-Locking Poison, a formula given to her by the Rakshasa God himself.
Even someone as experienced and powerful as Qian Xunji wouldn't detect its presence.
Accepting the bowl from her hands, Qian Xunji drank it all in one motion—deliberately, to show his disciple that he trusted her.
"Don't worry," he said after a pause. "Once I recover, I'll personally lead a team to hunt another hundred-thousand-year soul beast for you."
"Then I'll thank you in advance, Teacher."
Bibi Dong's lips curved faintly, but her eyes glinted with hidden malice.
However, Qian Xunji noticed she made no move to leave. He sighed quietly.
"The past is the past," Qian Xunji said slowly. "As long as you no longer think about that useless man, I can still entrust the Spirit Hall to you. I'll need time to heal, so for now, you'll handle the Hall's affairs in my stead."
"Past?"
Bibi Dong's lips twisted into a cold smile. She could already feel the drug's effects spreading through her teacher's body. Fighting back the rising nausea, she finally tore away the mask she had worn for so long—her eyes burning red with fury and hatred.
"You think it's all in the past? My dear teacher…" Her voice trembled with loathing. "Do you really believe what you did to me can simply be forgotten? I'll never erase that humiliation. Only your blood can wash away the filth you left in my soul!"
"What?"
Qian Xunji's expression darkened instantly. A sense of foreboding struck him as he realized the truth. The medicine…
There was no other explanation. Even if she knew he was injured, Bibi Dong—only a Soul Douluo—would never dare to act so recklessly unless she had something to rely on.
"You poisoned me?" he hissed.
"Of course!" Bibi Dong's lips curled into a feral grin. "It's a formula given by the Rakshasa God himself—you couldn't possibly detect it. From this moment, you can only watch helplessly as I devour you."
The beautiful woman before him now looked terrifying, her expression twisting with long-suppressed ecstasy. She had waited nearly ten years for this moment.
Behind her, eight gleaming spider legs unfolded, their dark edges glinting ominously as she stepped toward him.
Qian Xunji tried to secretly circulate his soul power, but his face froze in shock—no matter how he tried, he couldn't connect to his soul power at all.
Bibi Dong's mocking voice slithered into his ears.
"Don't waste your effort, Qian Xunji. You won't be able to use soul power for an entire day. Tell me—doesn't this scene feel familiar?"
His heart sank to the bottom of an icy abyss. But he wasn't without options. The small precaution he'd taken earlier now showed its worth—
He poured what little soul power remained into the Gold Cloth, and a shimmering, crystalline barrier—the Crystal Wall—slowly formed before him.
"Humph," he growled coldly. "Even if I had to choose again ten thousand times, I would never allow you and that useless trash to be together. The only thing I regret… is not killing that toad before he ever laid eyes on my swan."
"Shut up!" Bibi Dong screamed, her fury exploding. "You disgusting bastard—how dare you judge him! Die!"
Driven by rage, she no longer cared for words. Her eight spider legs merged and lunged straight for Qian Xunji's heart.
But just as her attack was about to strike—
A ripple of golden light shimmered between them, like waves of water spreading through the air.
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply. At that instant, she finally recognized the golden armor on Qian Xunji's body.
The design—the aura—the technique used to summon that barrier— It was the same as that boy she had once seen standing protectively before her daughter!
"So that's it…" she spat, her face twisting in disdain. "Qian Xunji, have you really fallen this low? You think a mere child can save you?"
Scanning the room, she searched for Lin Beiya's presence, fury burning in her chest. But the boy was nowhere to be found.
She gritted her teeth and poured even more force into her attack, the spider legs driving forward once again.
Yet—to her shock—the Crystal Wall didn't just hold.
It reflected her attack with greater strength.
The rebounding force slammed into her chest, sending her flying backward. She crashed hard against a stone pillar with a resounding bang!
"Ugh—!"
Blood spilled from her lips as she slid weakly down the column, collapsing onto the floor. Her once-beautiful face twisted in disbelief and madness.
"Why?!" she screamed hoarsely. "Why can you still use soul power? Were you lying to me this whole time?!"
Qian Xunji regarded her coldly, his gaze filled with silent contempt.
Struggling to his feet, he slowly walked toward the grand doors of the hall. With one hand, he brushed his palm across the shimmering soul barrier that sealed the room.
Using the last reserves of soul power stored within the Gold Cloth, he activated one final skill—Starlight Extinction.
Golden radiance erupted, swallowing the hall in divine brilliance.
The barrier Bibi Dong had erected shattered instantly, its fragments dissolving into motes of light.
And with that, her entire scheme—her decade-long vengeance—crumbled to dust.
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T/N: Qian Xunji will still die. I just don't understand why the author added this meaningless plot for no reason
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