Chapter 697
Ren Xue
Dai Chengfeng rested for the night at the inn and continued his journey the next morning. However, instead of returning directly to the Star Luo Empire, he changed direction and headed towards a secluded valley near Wuhun City.
That place was Bibi Dong's private training ground, and also the place where the two of them secretly met.
Dai Chengfeng knew that although he had made a five-year agreement with Qian Renxue, his relationship with Bibi Dong also needed to be handled carefully. This Pope of the Spirit Hall, outwardly dignified and cold, harbored a hidden vulnerability and deep affection. As a transmigrator, Dai Chengfeng was well aware of Bibi Dong's past and understood her complex and profound love for him.
Riding at full speed, Dai Chengfeng arrived at the secluded valley half a day later. The valley was shrouded in mist, filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, and a clear stream flowed through it, its waters gurgling softly. This was one of the few places where Bibi Dong could truly relax and unwind.
Dai Chengfeng tied his horse at the valley entrance and walked into the depths of the valley. In the distance, he saw a beautiful figure standing by the stream, her graceful figure accentuated by a purple-gold papal robe, exuding a noble elegance tinged with loneliness.
"Dong'er," Dai Chengfeng called softly, his voice filled with undisguised tenderness.
Bibi Dong turned around, a hint of surprise appearing on her beautiful face, but it was quickly replaced by a deliberately feigned indifference: "You've come. I heard you caused a scene at the Spirit Hall yesterday and even made a five-year agreement with Qian Daoliu?"
Dai Chengfeng walked to her side and naturally took her hand: "You knew everything?"
Bibi Dong tried to pull her hand away, but Dai Chengfeng held it tightly, leaving her no choice but to let him lead her. She turned her face away, her tone tinged with jealousy: "It's all over Wuhun City. The Third Prince Dai Chengfeng, for the sake of the Holy Maiden Qian Renxue, did not hesitate to challenge the Grand Elder's authority with his Soul King body and made a five-year agreement. It's truly touching."
Dai Chengfeng sensed the bitterness in her words, feeling both amused and pitying. He gently turned Bibi Dong's face, forcing her to look at him: "Dong'er, are you jealous?"
A flicker of panic crossed Bibi Dong’s beautiful eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: “I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall, how could I act like a little girl? I’m just reminding you that Qian Daoliu is no ordinary person, and the five-year agreement is no child’s play.”
“I know,” Dai Chengfeng looked at her earnestly, “but I have to do this. Xue’er is my lover, and I can’t just stand by and watch her be forced into marriage. And you…”
He paused, his voice becoming even gentler: "You are also one of the most important people in my heart. Dong'er, my feelings for you have never changed."
Bibi Dong's facade finally crumbled, and a tear welled in her eye. How could she not know Dai Chengfeng's true feelings for her? This young man had entered her life, soothing the wounds of years past with a domineering yet gentle approach. However, their relationship was far too complicated; she was both the Pope of the Spirit Hall and Qian Renxue's mother…
“Chengfeng, between us…” Bibi Dong hesitated, her tone filled with deep helplessness.
Dai Chengfeng gently pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Don't think so much. In my heart, you are Bibi Dong, the woman I love. As for other identities, they don't matter."
Bibi Dong leaned against Dai Chengfeng's strong chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat, a long-lost warmth welling up inside her. She closed her eyes, savoring this moment of peace. As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, she had to maintain her dignity and composure at all times; only in front of Dai Chengfeng could she let down her guard and be her true self.
"Dong'er, I've come to tell you about my plans," Dai Chengfeng said softly, stroking her hair.
Bibi Dong raised her head, her eyes filled with concern: "To go from Soul King to Soul Douluo within five years, and to establish an academy and win the championship, is an almost impossible task. Chengfeng, you are too impulsive."
Dai Chengfeng smiled confidently: "Just because others can't do it doesn't mean I can't. Dong'er, have you forgotten my special qualities?" Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback, recalling Dai Chengfeng's mysterious methods and precognitive abilities. Indeed, this man held too many secrets and always seemed capable of creating miracles.
“Even so, it is still too dangerous.” Bibi Dong was still worried. “Especially the far north and the Slaughter City, even titled Douluo dare not easily set foot in those places.”
“For you and Xue’er, I’ll go no matter how dangerous it is,” Dai Chengfeng said firmly, then smiled gently. “However, before we begin the adventure, I need some… encouragement.”
As he spoke, he lowered his head and slowly approached Bibi Dong's lips.
Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed slightly, but she did not flinch. She simply closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing her inner tension and anticipation.
Their lips finally met.
At first, it was just a gentle touch, like a butterfly skimming the water, filled with tentative anticipation and tenderness. Dai Chengfeng could feel the softness and slight coolness of Bibi Dong's lips, and the barely perceptible tremor. A surge of boundless affection welled up within him, and his movements became even more gentle.
Bibi Dong's body was initially stiff, but it gradually softened under Dai Chengfeng's gentle advances. She involuntarily reached out and wrapped her arms around Dai Chengfeng's neck, awkwardly responding to the kiss.
The kiss deepened, growing from gentle to passionate and lingering. Dai Chengfeng held Bibi Dong's slender waist tightly, as if trying to meld her into his own body. Bibi Dong responded passionately, her pent-up emotions of many years finally erupting at this moment.
The valley was quiet, save for the babbling brook and the increasingly rapid breathing of the two. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the embracing couple, creating a beautiful and moving scene.
After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated. Bibi Dong's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled. The usually dignified Pope now displayed the charming allure of a young woman, breathtakingly beautiful.
Looking at her like this, Dai Chengfeng's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but lightly peck her lips again, chuckling softly, "Dong'er, you are so beautiful."
Bibi Dong glared at him playfully, but wasn't really angry. She simply buried her face in his chest and muffledly said, "You smooth talker."
Dai Chengfeng held her close, savoring the soft, warm flesh in his arms, his heart filled with satisfaction and pride. With such a woman devoted to him, what reason did he have not to strive to become stronger and protect this beautiful relationship?
"Dong'er, I may not be back for the next five years," Dai Chengfeng said softly. "You must take good care of yourself and not overwork yourself. The affairs of the Spirit Hall are important, but your health is more important."
Bibi Dong raised her head, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Go ahead and rest assured, I will take good care of myself. But you, be careful out there. If you encounter danger, don't be reckless, remember... I'm here for you."
Dai Chengfeng was moved and nodded, "I know. When I return in five years, I will make you and Xue'er proud of me." (End of Chapter)