Chapter 6 Delivering the Message
Chen Yao coldly stared at Bibi Dong, but Bibi Dong's words had actually come true.
In his impulsive moment, he had wanted to kill Bibi Dong to end it all, but he calmed down at the last moment.
If he had the strength of Tang Hao, it wouldn't matter.
But he was only a level 19; if he really killed Bibi Dong, there would be nowhere for him to hide in this vast world!
For a moment, Chen Yao looked at Bibi Dong with a terrible headache, not knowing what to do with her.
Just then, Chen Yao seemed to remember something. He walked past Bibi Dong, whose fists were clenched with rage and who was trembling all over, and went straight to the window, slowly pushing it open a crack.
Immediately, Chen Yao heard a commotion.
The sound came from the distant city center, indicating a great disturbance.
Furthermore, scattered Spirit Hall enforcement teams were already moving around in the slums.
In an instant, Chen Yao's expression turned grim. It seemed the Spirit Hall had begun searching for Bibi Dong's whereabouts.
However, Chen Yao reacted quickly, closing the window and hurrying to the wooden table in the room. He took out paper and pen and placed them in front of Bibi Dong, saying,
"Go and let His Holiness the Pope know you're safe."
Observing Chen Yao's actions, Bibi Dong had already guessed that the Spirit Hall was looking for her, and immediately sneered.
"You're dreaming!"
However, Chen Yao was not angered by this, but remained calm.
"It's fine if you don't write it. The man who accompanied the Holy Maiden yesterday should be the infamous, useless eldest son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang, right? This person must be extremely important to the Holy Maiden, right?
If His Holiness the Holy Maiden is unwilling to cooperate, then I will have no choice but to kill the Holy Maiden first, and then go and have a good talk with this person.
Even if I am exposed afterward, with two people dying with me, this level 19 Soul Master will have died a worthy death."
Upon hearing that Yu Xiaogang was involved, Bibi Dong was instantly enraged.
"You dare touch him?!"
"I dare to touch you, what difference does one piece of trash make?"
Chen Yao calmly replied.
"Write it or not?"
His voice was chilling, spreading throughout Chen Yao.
Chen Yao wasn't trying to intimidate Bibi Dong. If she dared to utter another word of refusal
, he would immediately kill her, find Yu Xiaogang in Wuhun City, and send him down with her, reuniting the star-crossed lovers.
Then he would escape Wuhun City, leaving his fate to chance.
Clearly sensing Chen Yao's killing intent, Bibi Dong knew he wasn't just bluffing.
Instantly, despite her immense resentment and anger, she could only suppress it and yield to Chen Yao.
She had no choice; at this moment, she loved Yu Xiaogang more than anything in the world. She couldn't bear to see him suffer even the slightest harm because of her; otherwise, even death wouldn't forgive her.
So, for Yu Xiaogang's sake, she could only swallow her pride and temporarily bow to Chen Yao, this devil.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, loosened her clenched hands, picked up a pen, and began to write on the paper.
A moment later,
"Done,"
Bibi Dong said.
Chen Yao picked up Bibi Dong's letter, studied it several times, then threw it back to her, pointed to a spot, and said,
"Revise it."
"How?"
"I'll teach you."
Subsequently, under Chen Yao's guidance, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and meticulously revised and perfected the letter.
Chen Yao checked it several times, and only after finding no problems did he nod and put it into an envelope.
After doing this, Chen Yao looked at Bibi Dong again.
Chen Yao's gaze made Bibi Dong very uncomfortable, and she shifted her body, asking awkwardly,
"I've done as you said, what else do you need to do?"
"Nothing, just to ensure everything is foolproof."
Chen Yao replied, and as soon as he finished speaking, he summoned his martial soul, then reached into the darkness beneath his feet and took out a writhing black liquid.
With a thought from Chen Yao, the black liquid writhed violently, transforming into a long, pitch-black rope.
This was also a manifestation of Chen Yao's dark martial soul, which could separate from his body and condense into a desired shape, including swords, spears, and halberds.
Moreover, weapons condensed from the dark martial soul were much stronger than ordinary weapon martial souls. If Chen Yao used it properly, he would be considered a unique weapon soul master.
However, Chen Yao rarely researched this area, as he preferred using his two tentacles.
Summoning the black rope, Chen Yao grabbed it and, ignoring Bibi Dong's struggles, began to grope her.
Perhaps because Bibi Dong was completely naked, Chen Yao accidentally tied her into a turtle-shell bondage.
"I have this talent? This is my first time doing this."
Looking at the perfect turtle-shell bondage he had created, which accentuated Bibi Dong's beauty to the fullest, Chen Yao's eyes lit up.
If he weren't in a hurry to deliver the message, he would have loved to indulge in this debauchery a little longer.
However, Chen Yao felt something was missing, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Damn it..."
Bibi Dong felt Chen Yao's burning gaze and quickly looked down, only to see her own ugly state. She was almost fainting with anger and was about to unleash a torrent of curses without thinking.
Hearing Bibi Dong's curses, Chen Yao wasn't annoyed at all; instead, his eyes lit up. He remembered!
Then, he quickly produced a ball-shaped object with a rope attached and, to Bibi Dong's horrified gaze, stuffed it into her mouth.
"Clap clap, that's perfect!"
Chen Yao clapped his hands, looking at Bibi Dong, whose eyes were blazing with fury, her face contorted, only able to whimper, and smiled with satisfaction. He then decisively walked out of the room.
"Hmm?"
Reaching the corridor and closing the door, Chen Yao suddenly frowned.
His martial soul was an energy martial soul, so he was particularly sensitive to the aura of soul power.
He could sense that outside the door, besides his soul power, there was a lingering aura of a soul master not belonging to him.
However, this aura wasn't strong, even slightly weaker than his.
"So, Yu Xiaogang didn't not come last night? But was eavesdropping outside?"
Chen Yao rubbed his chin, pondering.
"Luckily, I have a good habit of locking the door, otherwise Yu Xiaogang would have taken advantage of me."
Chen Yao thought shamelessly, then forgot about Yu Xiaogang and went downstairs to deliver the message.
...
Inside the magnificent, golden palace, a man sat high on a throne.
He wore an exquisite white robe, his face handsome, and his slightly wavy golden hair cascaded to his waist, giving him an elegant and noble appearance. An aura of holiness emanated from him.
However, the gloomy look between his brows completely ruined this aura, making him appear somewhat awkward.
(End of Chapter)