With Rakshasa God Bibi Dong longing and waiting with anticipation, Bibi Dong, dressed in a dark purple gown with her exquisitely alluring face filled with a cold sneer, rose to her feet and walked to the entrance of the secret chamber.
After triggering the mechanism, the bookshelf before her split open with a rumbling sound, revealing a pitch-black passage in the middle.
This made Rakshasa God Bibi Dong freeze, a sense of unease rising in her heart.
'Why does this feel so familiar?'
Once the passage was revealed, Bibi Dong sneered mockingly and stepped lightly into the darkness.
Soon, a secret chamber gradually appeared before her.
A series of hoarse, painful cries echoed from within.
"Brother Scar! Go easy! My neck's about to snap!"
"Brother Dragon, don't push so hard. This training's too intense! I can't handle this weight!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong was overwhelmed with excitement.
'That voice—it's Xiaogang! It's Xiaogang!'
'Is he really in there?'
But after the initial excitement, she grew puzzled.
'Why would my younger self bring Xiaogang to a place like this?'
'From the sound of it, Xiaogang seems to be undergoing some intense training...'
'Could it be my younger self knew Xiaogang wanted to cast off the title of useless trash and invited people to help him train and improve his strength?'
'But wouldn't it be better to train outside?'
'Why keep him in such a dark and dreary place?'
Just the thought of this being a secret chamber made Rakshasa God Bibi Dong uncomfortable.
Her mind kept flashing with memories of her own time trapped in dark, suffocating spaces.
And soon, she learned exactly what Yu Xiaogang was doing there.
After pushing open the door to the chamber, Bibi Dong waved her hand, lighting all the torches inside.
The previously dim chamber was instantly illuminated.
On a stone bed, Yu Xiaogang—chained at the limbs, covered in sweat, and burdened with heavy weights—was in the middle of hellish training under the supervision of Brother Scar, Brother Dragon, and several other unfamiliar men.
Yu Xiaogang looked like a defiant, untamed warhorse.
Brother Scar, Brother Dragon, and the others were working together to make this potential-filled wild stallion blossom through hellish training.
But rising to greatness was never easy.
The hellish training scene was brutal and intense.
Seeing her beloved Xiaogang in such a tortured and exhausted state, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong's heart shattered. It was as if the sky was collapsing, and she was completely falling apart.
"No! Xiaogang! My Xiaogang!!"
She cried out like a cuckoo soaked in blood, filled with grief and rage.
"You monster! What the hell are you doing?!"
"You not only defended that beast Qian Xunji, but now you're humiliating Xiaogang like this?!"
"You're not worthy to control this body!"
Furious and consumed with hatred, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong roared at Bibi Dong and tried to seize control of their shared body.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Bibi Dong lost control of her body for a moment.
"You ungrateful traitor! You dare kill the teacher, and now you're complaining that I'm humiliating your precious Xiaogang?!"
Soon regaining her composure, Bibi Dong snarled with a twisted face as she fought for control.
Relying on her darker side and more familiarity with the body, the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong was unable to grab the advantage for a while.
"Palace Master! What's happening?!"
Brother Scar, Brother Dragon, and the others had been fully focused on Yu Xiaogang's training and didn't notice Bibi Dong approaching.
When they finally looked up and saw her collapsing to the ground, trembling and convulsing, they were terrified.
"I'm fine!"
Using the enhanced strength granted by her darker self and her deeper familiarity with the body, Bibi Dong managed to gain the upper hand again. She even threatened to have Brother Scar and the others kill Yu Xiaogang if the Rakshasa spirit didn't back down.
Eventually, she succeeded in suppressing Rakshasa God Bibi Dong's soul.
After getting up from the ground, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and coldly ordered Brother Scar and the others to continue Xiaogang's hell training.
Then, she turned and left the chamber.
"No matter who you are—another version of me or something else!"
"This is my world, and this is my body!"
"You better behave, or I'll kill Yu Xiaogang right here and now!"
With Bibi Dong using her beloved Xiaogang as leverage, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, despite her deep unwillingness, could only temporarily yield and fall silent.
But would she truly be content watching her beloved, her "white moonlight," suffer in this dark chamber?
Of course not!
…
Meanwhile, in Balak Royal City...
After a soul-shaking night with Ah Yin and receiving a massive reward from the Subversion System, Qian Xunji didn't rush to return to Spirit Hall.
Instead, eager to try out the new skill granted by the system—Dragon Transformation Technique—he decided to cultivate first.
Currently strolling through the city with Ah Yin, he wasn't in any hurry and figured he'd train later.
"What's wrong, Brother Xun?"
Noticing Qian Xunji spacing out for a moment while accepting the system reward, Ah Yin looked at him with a touch of concern on her pure and beautiful face.
"It's nothing."
Qian Xunji returned to himself and smiled gently, his handsome face framed by flowing golden hair, sword-like brows, and starry eyes. His tall figure remained proud and upright.
He continued to stroll the streets with Ah Yin's hand in his.
After finishing their walk, Ah Yin was carrying all sorts of snacks—candied fruits, skewers, pastries—eating happily and excitedly.
"Brother Xun, can we go watch the Continental Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament tomorrow?"
"I think that's why so many people came here. It must be amazing!"
"I've never seen that kind of competition before!"
"Of course."
Qian Xunji smiled dotingly, gently brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
That night, after returning to the hotel...
Since Ah Yin was already pregnant, and she could still fight before her belly began to show, they made love intensely before she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Only then did Qian Xunji quietly get up and leave the room.
He climbed to the hotel's rooftop.
Sitting cross-legged under the bright moonlight, he began cultivating the Dragon Transformation Technique.
As the technique began to take effect, Qian Xunji felt as if his entire body had caught fire. Every cell in him was undergoing transformation, frantically craving energy and nutrients.
Luckily, his Holy Spirit Ring still held many precious herbs picked from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—millennium ginseng kings, ten-thousand-year ginseng, and all kinds of ice-fire spiritual plants.
After consuming several of them, he ended his session and exhaled deeply in relief.
'Good thing I brought so many herbs when I picked the immortal grasses. Otherwise, this technique might've starved me to death.'
Even though he had barely reached 10% of the first stage of the Dragon Transformation Technique, Qian Xunji had already gained a massive boost in physical strength.
Then—
With just a thought, he stretched out his arm.
Brilliant golden light erupted.
His arms instantly elongated and swelled, covered in surging golden dragon scales.
In the blink of an eye, his sleeves burst apart.
They had transformed into massive, terrifying dragon arms—complete with razor-sharp claws.