Chapter 11: Qian xunji's Death
Four Years Later – The Shift in Power
The world had changed. The name Zhen Wuji had become a legend.
His long silver-white hair cascaded lazily, complementing his piercing azure-blue eyes hidden behind his signature sunglasses, giving him an air of mystery. His features were sharp, with a chiseled jawline, an aristocratic nose, and a smirk that carried boundless arrogance and absolute confidence. His aura alone was suffocating, commanding respect and admiration wherever he went.
At just ten years old, his strength had reached Spirit Emperor Rank 65 Defeated every young genius across the continent.
Perfected his Dagger powers.
Fully mastered Infinity—now usable for 12 hours.
Physical body equivalent to a Rank 90 Title Douluo., his spirit rings an unparalleled combination—dark purple, black, black, red, red, red—defying the logic of the cultivation world. He had defeated every young genius, even achieving the unbelievable feat of defeating a Rank 80 Spirit Douluo while still a Spirit King. His reputation as the strongest genius in history shook the continent.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue had reached Rank 59, her ring sequence—yellow, purple, purple, black, black—proving her divine bloodline's might.Her golden hair cascaded elegantly down her back, framing a face that exuded nobility, sharpness, and divine beauty. With each step, she carried an aura of authority befitting her bloodline as the Angel God's descendant. However, her recent loss left a mark on her heart.
The Fall of Qian Xunji
Amidst these changes, turmoil brewed within Spirit Hall. The long-standing conflict between Qian Xunji, the Supreme Pontiff, and Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Clan had reached its climax.
Qian Xunji, though a formidable Rank 95 Title Douluo, had gravely underestimated the ferocity of the battle-hardened Tang Hao. In a brutal confrontation, Tang Hao, wielding his Clear Sky Hammer, unleashed an earth-shattering assault that left Qian Xunji seriously injured. His body, broken and weakened, barely managed to return to Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong, standing atop the sacred halls, watched his bloodied figure with a cold gaze. The time had come. With silent steps, she entered his chambers, where he lay gasping for breath. "Bibi Dong… you…" Qian Xunji's eyes widened in realization, but before he could speak further, a chilling dagger pierced his heart. His reign had ended.
With Qian Xunji's death, the title of Supreme Pontiff passed to Bibi Dong, marking a new era in Spirit Hall's history.
The news of her father's death struck Qian Renxue hard. Though she despised him for his harsh treatment, he was still her father. Yet, when the truth was revealed—that her mother had been the one to end his life—her heart grew colder. Her only emotional anchors left were her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, and Zhen Wuji.
Despite the sorrow, she did not break. Instead, she channeled her emotions into cultivation and unwavering devotion to her mission.
Zhen Wuji's Manipulation – The Turning Point
As Spirit Hall prepared for a new ruler, Zhen Wuji made his move.
He activated his free-use ability—Will Manipulation.
Bibi Dong, now the Supreme Pontiff, sat in the grand throne room, her mind sharp.
Yet, in that very moment—her thoughts shifted.
The hatred, the lingering love, the obsession she once had for Yu Xiaogang—vanished.
Instead, a new presence filled that void—Zhen Wuji.
Her affection, her loyalty, her emotions rewrote themselves.
Now, when she looked at him, her heart warmed. Not as a ten year old boy but her old lost lover… but something else entirely.
Bibi Dong – The Supreme Pontiff's Growing Affection
Every time he returned to Spirit City, Bibi Dong's mood would shift completely.
The once cold and distant Supreme Pontiff now lit up whenever she saw him.
The effect of his Will Manipulation had taken root.
What was once a fading obsession for Yu Xiaogang had completely transformed into something much stronger—her growing love for Zhen Wuji.
Whenever he called her "Sister Dong", her heart fluttered.
Whenever they spoke, she felt excitement she had never felt before.
She was no longer thinking about Tang San's master at all.
Now, her emotions belonged only to Zhen Wuji.
And with every meeting, that affection only grew deeper.
She found herself waiting for him, missing him when he wasn't around.
And when he finally appeared—her heart would race.
She had no idea how deep this feeling would grow…
Qian Renxue's Realization – Unbreakable Bonds
After her father's death, Qian Renxue's emotions became clearer than ever.
She no longer cared about Spirit Hall's politics.
She no longer cared about meaningless power struggles.
Only two people mattered to her now—her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, and Zhen Wuji.
And the more time she spent with Wuji, the more she realized something unsettling.
"We can't be separated."
She didn't know when it started.
Perhaps it was when he supported her during her father's death.
Perhaps it was when he fought alongside her during countless battles.
Or perhaps… it was simply destiny.
But one thing was clear—she liked him.
Not as a friend.
Not as a comrade.
As something more.
The New Supreme Pontiff
With Qian Xunji dead, Bibi Dong ascended as the new Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall.
Her coronation was grand, attended by all major powers of Spirit Hall. Clad in regal purple robes, she declared a new era for Spirit Hall—one where its influence would expand beyond mere faith.
And her first decree?
Zhen Wuji and Qian Renxue would infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire.
A Month Before the Mission: Zhen Wuji and Bibi Dong's Bond Deepens
With Qian Renxue's assignment to infiltrate Heaven Dou Empire looming, Spirit Hall granted them one final month of preparation. During this time, Zhen Wuji's interactions with Bibi Dong took a sudden turn.
One evening, Zhen Wuji, as always, waltzed into the Supreme Pontiff's Palace, completely ignoring the formalities that others followed. He smirked, tilting his sunglasses down slightly, revealing his hypnotic blue eyes. "Sister Dong, I missed you."
Bibi Dong, seated gracefully on her throne, narrowed her enchanting purple eyes. At twenty-six, she had fully blossomed into a divine beauty—her voluptuous curves, long violet hair cascading over her shoulders, and a regal aura that could make even emperors bow. She was stunning, untouchable—except to him.
"Xiao Wuji, do you ever take anything seriously?" Bibi Dong sighed, but a faint smile played on her lips.
Zhen Wuji stepped closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "I take you very seriously."
Bibi Dong stiffened for a split second before regaining composure. "Hmph. You're still a child."
Leaning in, he chuckled. "A child? Then why do you always seem so happy when I'm around?"
Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly turned away. "You're getting too bold, Xiao Wuji."
He laughed, leaning back casually. "And yet, Sister Dong never asks me to stop."
Their interactions continued to deepen with each passing day. Though she never openly admitted it, Bibi Dong's affections shifted. The man she once held in her heart faded into nothingness, replaced by the ever-arrogant and teasing Zhen Wuji.
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Heaven Dou Empire – The Beginning of the Grand Scheme
With their identities secured, the infiltration began.
Qian Renxue became "Xue Qinghe", the Crown Prince.
Zhen Wuji moved in the shadows, doing whatever he pleased.
But no matter how far he roamed, he would always return.
And every time he did—
Qian Renxue would smile softly, reassured by his presence.
Bibi Dong's affection would grow stronger.
The world was moving towards an unknown future.
And at the center of it all—was Zhen Wuji.
Meeting – Subtle Intimacy
In the Spirit Hall gardens, Bibi Dong and Zhen Wuji walk alone under the moonlight.
"Xiao Wuji, will you really return to see me?" she asks softly.
Zhen Wuji smirks. "Even if the heavens collapse, Sister Dong, I will return."
Bibi Dong's heart skips a beat, and she subconsciously reaches out, lightly touching his fingertips.
They walk in silence, yet the warmth between them lingers in the air.
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The Final Night Before Departure
The night before Zhen Wuji and Qian Renxue leave, Bibi Dong calls him again to her chambers.
This time, she isn't teasing—she looks almost... reluctant.
"Xiao Wuji, be careful in Heaven Dou Empire. No matter what, don't put yourself in unnecessary danger," she says softly.
Zhen Wuji, always confident, smirks. "Are you worried about me, Sister Dong?"
Bibi Dong looks away, her face slightly red. "Of course not."
Zhen Wuji suddenly steps forward, closer than ever, his voice lowering.
"Liar."
Bibi Dong freezes, her breath catching.
For a moment, their eyes lock, the tension thick between them.
Then, Bibi Dong softly pushes him away, but her fingers linger on his wrist longer than necessary.
"Go to sleep, Xiao Wuji," she whispers.
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Mission: Infiltration of Heaven Dou Empire
The final day arrived. As Qian Renxue prepared to depart, Zhen Wuji adjusted his sunglasses, glancing at her. "Are you sure you're ready?"
She nodded firmly. "I won't fail."
He smirked, ruffling her golden hair. "Good. But if you get bored, just say the word. I'll come stir up some trouble."
She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Idiot."
As they set off toward Heaven Dou Empire, the gears of destiny began to turn. The world was about to witness the rise of Zhen Wuji and Qian Renxue, and none would stand in their way.