"Reporting to the Grand Elder, the teacher has suffered severe internal organ damage with varying degrees of injury to his meridians throughout his body. Were it not for the special properties of the Six-Winged Angel Spirit, which possesses some healing effects, he might not have even been able to hold on until returning to Spirit Hall City."
Bi Bi Dong relayed the assessment of the healing-type Soul Masters truthfully.
"So serious?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes flashed with restrained anger. "That Tang Hao from the Clear Sky School truly has immense audacity!"
"The Clear Sky School indeed lacks proper fear, but both Elders can rest assured," Bi Bi Dong continued along Jin E's line of thought. "According to their evaluation, the teacher should have no problem regaining consciousness. The difficulty lies in his subsequent recovery, which may require considerable time."
"In that case, we shall wait here for now," Qian Daoliu said with a furrowed brow. His son had nearly been beaten to death, and he was far from as emotionless as he appeared on the surface. Yet he was troubled by the lack of justification for retaliation.
After all, it was Qian Xunji who had used the pretext of the taboo between humans and beasts to try and steal another man's wife. Not only had he failed to bring her back, but he had almost been beaten to death. This was a case of inferior skill, and he couldn't blame anyone else. Given Qian Daoliu's character, seeking revenge against the Clear Sky School for this reason... was something he simply couldn't bring himself to do.
Bi Bi Dong nodded slightly and slowly stepped aside, then unexpectedly inquired, "Grand Elder, does Little Xue know about this matter?"
Qian Daoliu was momentarily stunned before calmly shaking his head. "Not yet. After Ji'er wakes up, I'll bring her to see him."
"That's good," Bi Bi Dong responded softly, her mind becoming active again. Playing two cards at once seemed to save quite a bit of effort.
Qian Daoliu glanced at Bi Bi Dong before standing outside the door and closing his eyes to rest. He still couldn't quite grasp Bi Bi Dong's attitude.
One hour passed.
After continuous full-force treatment by over a dozen Soul Emperors and several Soul Saints, sounds finally emerged from the secret chamber door.
A sweat-drenched Soul Saint walked out. "Re-reporting to the Saintess, His Majesty has regained consciousness! His condition has temporarily stabilized, though the damage to his internal organs and meridians will require considerable time to heal completely." The Soul Saint looked somewhat dazed at the two middle-aged men before him.
Qian Daoliu opened his eyes.
Bi Bi Dong immediately stepped forward and temporarily dismissed them. "Excellent! You may go rest now. Please also discuss and arrange which time slots each of you will take for taking turns treating the teacher going forward."
Upon hearing this, the Soul Saint immediately accepted the order. "Yes, Your Highness! This subordinate will make proper arrangements."
With these words, the nearly exhausted healing-type Soul Masters left the secret chamber in small groups, supporting each other. Bi Bi Dong didn't plan to stay any longer either—she merely watched as Qian Daoliu and Jin E walked toward the secret chamber.
"Hmm? Isn't the Saintess coming in?" Jin E turned back to ask, and Qian Daoliu also looked over.
"Please forgive this offense, honored Elders. Bi Bi Dong has matters she must return to handle. May I trouble you to convey my concern as a disciple to my teacher..." Bi Bi Dong bowed deeply in apology.
Jin E frowned and looked toward Qian Daoliu.
"Go ahead," Qian Daoliu nodded without hesitation.
In the current situation, he indeed needed to have a private conversation with Qian Xunji behind closed doors.
"Now that Ji'er is injured, the affairs of the Papal Hall indeed need someone to handle them. I'll have to trouble you during this period."
"Grand Elder, you flatter me. As the Saintess, it is my duty to share my teacher's burdens."
"Bi Bi Dong takes her leave."
With these words, Bi Bi Dong left the Papal Hall under the watchful eyes of Qian Daoliu and the others.
"Big brother, what's going on with this woman?"
Jin E was completely baffled.
Qian Daoliu also shook his head, giving Jin E a meaningful look before stepping into the secret chamber.
Having been together for countless years, Jin E immediately understood the unspoken message. He stepped back outside, guarding the entrance to create an absolutely private space for the father and son's conversation.
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After leaving the Papal Hall, Bi Bi Dong didn't linger but went straight to the logistics hall before hurriedly returning to Wisteria Residence.
For such an important matter, Ye Tian was unusually unable to focus on cultivation. He sat by the windowsill, quietly gazing into the distance.
Only when he spotted Bi Bi Dong's figure did his dazed eyes regain their spirit and focus.
Just as Ye Tian thought Bi Bi Dong would go directly to her room, he heard clattering noises coming from the kitchen.
"???"
A puzzled expression appeared on Ye Tian's face.
Hu Liena, who had been cultivating while sitting cross-legged on Bi Bi Dong's bed, couldn't help but open her eyes.
"Senior brother, has teacher returned?"
"Yes."
Ye Tian nodded, closed the window, and turned to instruct: "Nana, wait here for me to return. Focus on your cultivation and don't wander around."
"Understood, senior brother!"
Hu Liena nodded, her heart filled with curiosity but not moving an inch from her spot.
She obediently watched Ye Tian leave, though she caught a whiff of smoke that was particularly choking.
"Cough, cough..."
Hu Liena coughed several times, her small face flushing red.
"How can teacher not even know how to start a fire... cough!"
Meanwhile, Ye Tian, who had just reached the kitchen, was greeted by thick smoke that blurred his vision and even brought tears to his eyes.
Through the swirling smoke, he could make out a curvaceous figure crouched on the ground, her perfectly rounded peach-like bottom raised in the air as she blew on the small, low stove used for brewing medicinal soups to get the fire going.
After wiggling her hips and blowing at the sparks for quite some time, the fire in the stove finally began to grow stronger. The dense smoke surrounding them gradually dissipated, and the Pill Fragrance drifting around Ye Tian regained dominance.
Only then could Ye Tian see the black chicken on the cutting board, his face showing a strange expression.
"Teacher, what are you doing? Trying to poison the Pope?"
"What?"
Bi Bi Dong remained crouched on the ground watching the fire, her mouth twisted in a smirk.
She glanced back over her shoulder, her bottom still raised, looking at Ye Tian with gradually intensifying madness in her eyes.
"Are you scared, my dearest Holy Son～"
"..."
Ye Tian took a deep breath and silently shook his head.
Stepping past the raised bottom, he crouched beside Bi Bi Dong and gathered up her long hair that was about to touch the flames.
He asked gently:
"Teacher, I just want to ask you - are you really not going to reconsider?"
"You don't want to be the Holy Son?"
Bi Bi Dong glanced at Ye Tian's hand that was arranging her hair, slowly stood up, and knelt on the ground as she asked curiously.
"What does teacher think?"
Ye Tian met Bi Bi Dong's gaze steadily, his expression calm and unreadable.
"Heh, that's true."
Bi Bi Dong suddenly broke into a soft smile.
"Your status cannot be measured by the title of Holy Son, but I still want you to be my Holy Son. I've sworn an oath—I must make this happen!"
The more she spoke,
the more determined Bi Bi Dong's eyes became, burning with near-frantic excitement!
She had never wavered!
Reaching out to pinch Ye Tian's cheek, she left a grayish-black smudge.
Then Bi Bi Dong stood up to add water to the medicine pot, tossing in pieces of black-bone chicken.
"You came at just the right time!"
"Do you still have any of the medicinal herbs I gave you before? Take some out—I'll repay you tenfold later."
Bi Bi Dong looked down at Ye Tian,
a constant smile on her face, even feeling like humming a little tune.
"These were originally given by my teacher."
Ye Tian smiled, taking out the medicinal herbs Bi Bi Dong could use
and placing them on the table, while asking:
"Do you need any help?"
"Not necessary."
"Then... must you really kill the Pope?"
After a moment of hesitation,
even though he already knew the answer, Ye Tian still asked.
"?!"
Bi Bi Dong's jade-like hand, which had been gathering herbs, froze. The smile vanished from her face.
In an instant, only coldness remained
as she turned to look at Ye Tian beside her.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Are you trying to stop me? Have you forgotten my warning?"
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