Chapter 13: Learning to Fight with Bibi Dong's Body
Taking advantage of the moment, Qi Tian extended his spiritual power outward.
Though the range was limited, it allowed him to glimpse the possibility of activating the Blue Silver Domain.
Under this state, his cultivation speed increased noticeably.
The next morning, Qi Tian awoke from within Bibi Dong's body.
At that time, she was seated cross-legged beside a quiet pool, immersed in deep meditation. When Qi Tian took control of her body, her consciousness also stirred awake.
"You're awake? How do you feel?"
After strengthening his own soul, Qi Tian could now sense Bibi Dong's spiritual fluctuations clearly.
He discovered that he could communicate with her directly through spiritual transmission, without even opening his mouth.
"Mhm. Thank you. I feel wonderful."
"These two immortal herbs have greatly enhanced my body—and my soul power has also undergone changes," Bibi Dong said softly.
Qi Tian let out a breath of relief.
"That's good. Then let's head for the City of Slaughter."
"Alright."
Bibi Dong had already recovered enough to leave the pool yesterday.
If not for waiting for Qi Tian, she would've long since set out for the City of Slaughter to begin her trials.
Controlling Bibi Dong's body, Qi Tian descended the mountain and met up with She Long and Ci Xue.
The two escorted him toward the infamous City of Slaughter.
Days passed in the blink of an eye.
During this time, Qi Tian alternated between using his own body to cultivate at Nuoding Academy and inhabiting Bibi Dong's body while traveling.
When he next awoke within Bibi Dong's body, she had already entered the inner city of the City of Slaughter.
The air here was heavy with killing intent and corruption.
The suffocating atmosphere made Qi Tian feel extremely uncomfortable, as if something pressed against his chest.
He instinctively rubbed his chest—
and then realized the "pressure" came from something entirely different.
Bibi Dong had changed into a tight-fitting combat outfit.
The clothes were so restrictive that her chest was tightly bound.
"…I thought I was poisoned," Qi Tian muttered speechlessly. "Turns out it's just… a chest binder."
Technically speaking, after absorbing the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot, Bibi Dong now possessed a miniature Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well within her body.
No toxin could survive the dual refinement of those opposing energies.
In a sense, she had become immune to all poisons.
The toxins in the City of Slaughter's air couldn't possibly threaten her.
Still… would such a body, half-pure and half-tainted by ice and fire, truly gain the favor of the Rakshasa God one day?
Sensing that Bibi Dong had awakened, Qi Tian asked through their shared consciousness:
"Bibi Dong, have you entered the Hell Arena yet?"
"I joined one match yesterday," she replied. "There's another today. Do you want to sign up and try?"
Qi Tian nodded. "Yes. I want to experience it myself."
Over the past few days, he had used Bibi Dong's body to practice and familiarize himself with her combat style.
He'd also learned quite a few close-combat techniques and weapon skills from her.
"Then I'll take you to register," Bibi Dong said.
Since she had only just arrived at the City of Slaughter, she hadn't yet built a name for herself in the Hell Arena—making it easy for them to enter.
Qi Tian nodded again and, under her mental guidance, controlled her body to head toward the Hell Arena.
"Be careful," Bibi Dong reminded him. "The inner city of the City of Slaughter… has no rules."
She was even more anxious than Qi Tian—afraid that some lunatic would attack him out of nowhere.
"I know."
Drawing a short dagger, Qi Tian stayed alert, scanning his surroundings as he walked.
He hadn't gone far before he noticed several men leering at him—eyes full of filthy desire.
"Well, well… such a clean little beauty. Come play with us, sweetheart," sneered a scar-faced man, stepping forward with a long blade resting on his shoulder.
As he moved in, three others approached as well— not allies, but predators circling the same prey, each wary of the others.
Qi Tian frowned slightly.
Bibi Dong's neat, clean appearance and her breathtaking beauty were clearly drawing the wrong kind of attention.
The depraved souls in the City of Slaughter had lived underground for years—cut off from sunlight, trapped in constant fear, and slowly corroded by the toxins of degeneration.
They needed an outlet for their twisted desires.
The moment they saw Bibi Dong's stunning appearance, many of them could no longer restrain themselves.
"Qi Tian, kill them," Bibi Dong's voice was cold and sharp in his mind.
"To enter the Hell Arena, you'll need a cup of Bloody Mary anyway."
Their filthy gazes disgusted her to the core.
Even letting them look at her felt like a stain upon her body.
"Alright."
Qi Tian gripped the short sword tightly, tension running through every muscle.
"Four of you all want me to go with you—" he said with feigned calm, "so tell me, who exactly should I follow?"
"Hah! What nonsense! Naturally, you'll come with me!"
The scar-faced man suddenly roared, his blade flashing as he cleaved toward a scrawny, lecherous man beside him.
Soul power burst forth—and the poor wretch's head flew from his shoulders in a spray of blood.
Qi Tian's pupils contracted.
It was the first time he'd ever witnessed such a brutal scene in person.
And yet… instead of fear, an inexplicable thrill coursed through him under the influence of this hellish city.
The remaining two men, seeing the scarred brute's ruthlessness, immediately backed away.
But they didn't leave entirely—lurking nearby, clearly waiting for a chance to scavenge.
Qi Tian knew he couldn't hesitate.
Soul power surged beneath his feet as he lunged straight toward the scar-faced man.
"Heh, I've been waiting for you!"
The man grinned viciously and swung his blade in a wide arc.
But Qi Tian's spiritual sense was sharp—he had already predicted the attack.
He leapt sideways, narrowly dodging the strike, and thrust his sword toward the man's throat while the latter was off-balance.
However, his opponent wasn't so easily defeated.
With a quick flick of his left hand, another blade appeared, blocking Qi Tian's thrust with a metallic clang.
This was the scar-faced man's Martial Soul—a twin-bladed great knife.
The first blade had only been an ordinary weapon.
Seeing this, Qi Tian immediately summoned his own Martial Soul.
Though he lacked soul rings, he could still wield the Death Spider Emperor's legs as deadly weapons.
With a hiss, the spider's legs lashed out, slicing across the man's torso.
The scarred man's expression twisted in shock as the sharp limbs tore his flesh.
Moments later, his body began to tremble violently— the Death Spider Emperor's venom spreading swiftly through his veins.
Within seconds, his strength faltered, and Qi Tian drove his sword straight through his chest.
The man collapsed lifelessly onto the ground.
"Your swordsmanship is terrible," Bibi Dong's disdainful voice rang out once the fight ended.
"You should focus on learning proper combat techniques. Otherwise, you'll die in the Hell Arena before you even make a name for yourself."
Qi Tian sighed. "This was my first real battle. I'll improve."
"Wait," Bibi Dong suddenly said. "Collect some of his blood. Watching fights in the Hell Arena requires a Bloody Mary. We can use it to gain experience."
She was determined to survive the City of Slaughter—and would never waste a chance to grow stronger.
"Got it."
Qi Tian pulled out a container and filled it with a cup of the scar-faced man's blood—a true Bloody Mary—before heading toward the Hell Arena.
The moment he left, the surrounding scavengers rushed in, each filling their own cups from the corpse.
After all, in the City of Slaughter, even existence had a price. The rent for staying alive—was blood.
With the scent of blood on him, Qi Tian encountered no further ambushes along the way.
When he finally entered the stands of the Hell Arena, the sight before him was shocking.
Ten depraved fighters clashed in the arena below— weapons, poisons, insults—nothing was off-limits.
In this place, any method was acceptable, as long as it killed.
One female fighter suddenly tore off her clothes mid-battle, using her exposed body to shatter her opponent's focus.
Bibi Dong immediately snapped, her voice cold and furious in Qi Tian's mind.
"Don't look at her! And don't you dare learn such disgraceful tactics!"
"Relax," Qi Tian replied lightly, though his eyes were still glued to the scene.
"Your body's so beautiful… how could I ever let anyone else see it?"
Even as he said that, he couldn't tear his gaze away.
The woman's body trembled with every movement—her massive curves jiggling like waves. The sheer visual force of it was like a black hole, dragging every man's gaze toward her.
"You're still looking?!" Bibi Dong's furious voice exploded in his mind.
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