Yu Xiaogang turned his back, clasped his hands behind him, and quietly waited for Bibi Dong's reply.
However, Bibi Dong's response was long in coming, and Yu Xiaogang's eyebrows twitched slightly.
This, this shouldn't be.
The Yu Xiaogang in the dream was, of course, not Yu Xiaogang himself, but an existence formed by the Rakshasa God's divine sense. Under the Rakshasa God's filter, whenever Bibi Dong saw Qian Renxue, she would always associate her with Qian Xunji. Hatred would drive her mad, and under the Rakshasa God's guidance, Bibi Dong would never truly reconcile with Qian Renxue.
In the Rakshasa God's view, Bibi Dong killing Qian Xunji was merely for revenge, which was not particularly evil. However, to devour her own daughter's soul for revenge—that sin was far greater than killing Qian Xunji. Such a Bibi Dong would become even more powerful and even more insane.
Perhaps, she would become an even stronger Rakshasa God, capable of contending with the Asura God.
However, the heir she had chosen hesitated at this moment.
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but turn around and look behind him. Qian Renxue, who had originally been like a puppet without emotions, seemed to have come alive. She listened to Yu Xiaogang's words, knowing that he wanted her mother to kill her, and Bibi Dong was currently hesitating.
"Mother, do you really dislike Xue'er that much?"
"What did Xue'er do wrong?"
This time, when Bibi Dong saw Qian Renxue, she no longer thought of Qian Xunji, but saw Qian Renxue's tender face.
Seeing her daughter like this, Bibi Dong couldn't help but feel ashamed. How could she bring herself to kill Qian Renxue?
Yu Xiaogang was taken aback. In Bibi Dong's dream, Qian Renxue was purely a puppet, a puppet meant to guide Bibi Dong to kill her. How could she develop emotions?
Could it be—
He thought of the lingering divine force of the angel god at play.
Thinking of the angel god, the Rakshasa God's face instantly became extremely ferocious, and this was reflected terrifyingly on Yu Xiaogang's face.
"Enough, Dong'er. If you can't make up your mind, then let me handle it." This was a variable that Yu Xiaogang had to eliminate first, no matter what.
Saying this, Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, grabbed Qian Renxue, and forcefully tried to crush this will of the angel god.
Qian Renxue struggled to resist, but this Yu Xiaogang was not the other Yu Xiaogang. The Rakshasa God's version of Yu Xiaogang was practically the strongest in this dream space. How could he allow Qian Renxue's soul to break free?
However, Yu Xiaogang did not realize that this scene deeply pained Bibi Dong.
She couldn't imagine that the Xiaogang she loved would force her to kill her own daughter to be with him, even to kill Qian Renxue right in front of her.
When Qian Renxue had only one breath left, she looked at Bibi Dong in despair, her eyes full of pleading.
"Enough—"
Bibi Dong came behind Yu Xiaogang, grabbed him, and flung him aside. Qian Renxue squatted nearby, coughing lightly.
"Bibi Dong, are you crazy?" Yu Xiaogang demanded furiously, "As long as we get rid of this bastard, we can be together."
"Mother, cough cough, what's going on? Am I a bastard?" Qian Renxue asked, still coughing and confused.
"No, no, Xue'er, I didn't mean that." Bibi Dong quickly explained, then she looked at Yu Xiaogang angrily and said,
"Yu Xiaogang, she is my daughter. This is my grudge with Qian Xunji; it has nothing to do with you, and nothing to do with her. Don't push me." Bibi Dong said.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes narrowed as he looked at Qian Renxue, then at Bibi Dong, and said, "You, alright, alright, Bibi Dong. Since you've chosen that bastard, then stay in Spirit Hall. It's either me or her; if she's there, I'm not."
After speaking, Yu Xiaogang left the dream space.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang leave, Bibi Dong couldn't help but feel immense pain.
Why, Xiaogang, must you push me like this?
"Mother, who was that uncle? And what exactly happened between you and Father?" Qian Renxue vaguely felt that there was something going on between this strange uncle, her mother, and her father.
Bibi Dong was the type of person who easily kept things hidden, so how could she so easily tell others what she was unwilling to speak about in her heart?
"This matter has nothing to do with you. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Bibi Dong said with a cold expression.
Qian Renxue could only remain silent. She could only comfort her mother from the side, and in the dream, Bibi Dong was no longer as resistant to Qian Renxue.
After a while, Bibi Dong woke up from her dream. Lying on the bed in the secret chamber, she sat up and said in confusion, "A different dream than usual."
In the Angel Hall, Qian Renxue also woke up startled from her sleep. She murmured, "What exactly happened between Father, Mother, and that uncle?"
Qian Xunji naturally didn't know that this card, which increased affection, connected the dreams of Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, and that his dark history would be known by his daughter, Qian Renxue, in advance because of this card.
At this time, after Chrysanthemum and Ghost returned from absorbing their Spirit Bones, Qian Xunji took out two spirit ring orbs, originally reserved for Qian Renxue, and bestowed them upon Chrysanthemum and Ghost.
"Your Holiness the Pope, what is this?" Chrysanthemum asked.
"This spirit ring orb can autonomously condense into a spirit ring most compatible with one's own Spirit. The spirit ring's age limit depends on your endurance." Qian Xunji said.
Ghost and Chrysanthemum were both extremely shocked by this. Qian Xunji smiled, "As long as you are loyal to me, these are merely spirit ring orbs. Even Spirit Bones, I can easily obtain. Ghost has one more Spirit Bone than Chrysanthemum, so Ghost, you absorb this Spirit orb first."
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope." Ghost didn't want to say anything extra. He was already loyal to Spirit Hall, and with the Pope's generous treatment, the only thing Ghost could do was repay the Pope's kindness with his cultivation.
Ghost picked up the spirit ring orb and began to refine it according to Qian Xunji's method.
In Chrysanthemum's eyes, Ghost's eight spirit rings appeared: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black. This spirit ring orb transformed into a white spirit ring, circling around the last ring.
"This…" Chrysanthemum was stunned. If the ninth ring was a ten-year spirit ring, wouldn't Ghost be crippled?
"Keep watching." Qian Xunji said.
Chrysanthemum nodded.
Before long, the color of the spirit ring began to change: pale white, white, milky white, light yellow, yellow, dark yellow, light purple, purple, dark purple, light black—
To Chrysanthemum's astonished gaze, this spirit ring actually continued towards the hundred-thousand-year mark.