Li Chang'an found Bibi Dong in the bedroom. At that moment, she had just changed into a set of purple loungewear. Her flawless, porcelain-like face, the slightly curled hair cascading over her shoulders, and her mature, captivating aura—it didn't matter how many times he had seen her, she still made him lose his composure.
"You're back." Bibi Dong smiled gently at Li Chang'an, then sat down on the nearby sofa. As she stretched lazily, her alluring figure was on full display, completely unintentionally.
When she spoke, Li Chang'an could clearly detect a flicker of joy in her eyes, although Bibi Dong was careful to conceal it.
Seeing her stretching, Li Chang'an stepped forward without hesitation and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them.
"Mmm~"
A soft, seductive sound escaped from Bibi Dong's lips. Li Chang'an's massage skills were simply divine—his strength was just right, and the feeling was incredibly soothing. Ever since he had left, she hadn't enjoyed such a relaxing massage for almost half a year.
As she indulged in his massage, Bibi Dong closed her beautiful eyes and unconsciously leaned against his arm, resting against him lightly.
Li Chang'an responded by softly caressing her silky hair, continuing to massage her shoulders.
Their relationship was in an awkward limbo. They both had feelings for each other—Li Chang'an's were deep and unmistakable, while Bibi Dong's were just beginning to bud.
After all, considering their age gap and respective identities, it was inappropriate to think too much or entertain wild ideas.
But over the years, his subtle gestures—bringing her things without a word, taking care of her during their time in the Rakshasa Hall—had gradually opened her heart.
Her feelings for him were no longer simply those between a teacher and student. Otherwise, she wouldn't have leaned on his arm so naturally. She was tired—emotionally exhausted—and the moment she saw him, her first instinct was to rest, even if just for a moment.
Even for someone at her level, physical fatigue didn't exist anymore—but mental exhaustion still did. Whether Titled Douluo or even gods, everyone experiences weariness of the heart. The workings of the mind are truly a mysterious thing.
At the same time, Li Chang'an was carefully observing Bibi Dong. He realized that even with his current strength, he could no longer clearly sense her level. Her skin tone, her aura—everything about her was subtly evolving in an indescribable way.
Though he wasn't certain whether she had reached level 98, she was definitely already at level 97. And after so many years, it seemed time had left no trace on her. If anything, she looked even younger.
Clearly, aside from the Immortal herb he had given her back then, Bibi Dong must have consumed other immortal herbs. Her strength, temperament, and martial soul had all undergone further refinement.
As his massage grew deeper, Bibi Dong's soft moans became more frequent, laced with hints of seduction. Her face took on a slightly flushed hue, lost in pleasure.
"Mmm~ Chang'an, now that you're back… are you going out again?"
She asked softly, eyes still closed. It was clear she didn't want him to leave again. With their combined strength, their position was already secure—there was no need to take more risks.
Li Chang'an understood her concern, but unfortunately, he really couldn't stay just yet.
He hadn't completely won over Zhu Zhuqing. The mission to ruin Yu Xiaogang's reputation was still unfinished. And he had other plans that hadn't yet come to fruition. There was no way he could retreat now.
After killing Tang Hao, he noticed that the will of the Douluo Continent—the "world consciousness"—had shown signs of wanting to intervene, but ultimately didn't. That gave him something to think about.
Tang Hao was a major figure in the original storyline. Even after killing him, the world's will didn't "flip the table," which meant that the threat posed by his Pangu Axe was likely considerable. Tang Hao's death alone wasn't enough to warrant a reaction.
But he had also seen the terrifying influence of the world will. Even without Xiao Wu, Tang San still obtained the Man-Faced Demon Spider spirit ring and the Eight Spider Lances.
That could only mean one thing: the world itself was secretly helping Tang San. If he made a move against Tang San now, it could lead to a full-blown confrontation with the world itself.
Still, that didn't particularly scare Li Chang'an. As long as he laid the groundwork carefully, even if Tang San did become a god, there would be countless flaws for him to exploit.
As the saying goes: The will of heaven shapes the grand tide, and while the tide cannot be changed, the ripples can.
Even though he was going to leave, Li Chang'an wasn't the type to blurt it out like some clueless guy. Instead, he said gently:
"Teacher, I promise you—at the latest, I'll return before the next Spirit Master Tournament begins."
As he spoke, he softly caressed her face. Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, but she didn't push him away. She simply nodded gently in acknowledgment.
Just then, Bibi Dong felt Li Chang'an's hands leave her shoulders. As she began to wonder what was happening, she suddenly felt a soft warmth press against her lips.
Wait, what?!
It wasn't like he was trying to do anything crazy—her face was just too beautiful. He couldn't help himself. So… he kissed her. Just a light one.
To avoid making things awkward, Li Chang'an quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, Teacher—I met someone while I was out."
"Who?" Bibi Dong opened her eyes, clearly focused now, although her cheeks were still visibly flushed.
"Clear Sky Douluo. Tang Hao."
"What?! You ran into that lunatic? Are you hurt?" Bibi Dong immediately shot up, grabbing Li Chang'an's wrist and trying to check his body.
Li Chang'an gently held her hand and smiled, "Teacher, let me explain. I did meet Tang Hao—but he was already seriously injured."
He didn't go overboard and brag about effortlessly killing Tang Hao. That would've been unrealistic. Instead, he explained that Tang Hao was already wounded when they crossed paths. By sheer luck, Li Chang'an had an immortal herb that could instantly restore soul power. He then happened to break through during the battle. Using the Donghuang Bell to shift the battleground, he finally managed to exhaust and kill Tang Hao.
After hearing his account, Bibi Dong was stunned—silent for an entire minute. During that minute alone, she handed over sixty points.
It couldn't be helped—his news was too shocking. That was Tang Hao, the one who had grievously wounded her teacher, the youngest Titled Douluo in the history of the continent, someone who had survived even under Qian Daoliu's pursuit.
Tang Hao—the sworn enemy of the Spirit Hall. The one she had been preparing to go all out against... and now, just like that, he was dead?
"Teacher, take a look at these."
As Li Chang'an spoke, he laid out the soul bones in front of her, shocking Bibi Dong all over again.
Tang Hao had a complete set of soul bones, though some were of poor quality. The Pangu Axe had shattered a few during the fight. What remained were two high-quality soul bones from the Clear Sky Clan, the damaged bone from his left arm, and a ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone.
Bibi Dong had detailed intel on Tang Hao's soul bones. She immediately recognized the two Clear Sky bones and knew their age and quality.
Comparing them now, she didn't find anything out of place. And given that Li Chang'an never lied to her, she had no reason to doubt him.
Tang Hao… was truly dead.
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