Chapter 345

"This..."

As he tumbled down, the first thought that jumped into Qin Jian's mind wasn't how alluring the body beneath him was, but rather, not to crush Bibi Dong and hurt her.

So, he subconsciously tried to prop himself up on the bed to sit back up, but a pair of powerful arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, and with a roll, that beautiful body pinned him underneath.

Then, before he could even react, a pair of red lips pressed down fiercely.

"Mmph..."

Qin Jian truly widened his eyes at this.

Aren't you drunk? Why are you suddenly so proactive?

Eh? No, that's not right; she would only be this proactive if she woke up drunk; if she were sober, it would be impossible.

The chaotic thoughts couldn't last, because... the Pope's technique was too clumsy, and she bit him until it hurt...

"Let me teach you instead!"

Qin Jian hugged her body and flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, rolling across half the bed, successfully pinning her underneath, and then kissed her.

His level had long been tempered through a thousand trials, and his technique was incomparably skillful; the Pope, who had originally been somewhat unhappy about being pinned, was soon submerged in strange, wonderful sensations.

The two kissed for a long time, until Qin Jian noticed that Bibi Dong, who didn't yet know how to catch her breath, had a flushed face, and only then did he release those soft lips.

"Haa..."

The two breathed slightly.

Bibi Dong's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and before long, she wrapped her arms around his neck again, seemingly wanting to continue.

But Qin Jian reached out to block her, smiling in his eyes: "If we go on like this, I won't be able to hold back. Drunkenly acting out of character is no good, and besides, I'm not drunk, so I definitely can't mess around."

He suddenly rolled off and turned to leave, not even looking back once, lest he couldn't resist going back to take a few more bites...

But if he looked back now, he would see the drunkenness in Bibi Dong's eyes gradually fading, her eyes slowly becoming clear.

"What a... fool..."

She lay on her back on the bed, covered by the thin blanket Qin Jian had pulled over her when he left, her eyes staring at the ceiling above, empty and lifeless.

"Such a good opportunity... he actually didn't seize it... what an annoying fool..."

Although her mouth was saying hateful words, her eyes were slowly filled with a look of appreciation.

"Do you really want affection... rather than just lusting after my body..."

"You being like this... actually makes me... even more reluctant to let you go..."

Her fists clenched lightly.

"Becoming a god or you... which one should I choose..."

"What an utterly disgusting... God Trial!"

"Just because he appeared by my side... does the God Trial want me to kill him? Can it help me perfectly absorb a Million-Year Soul Ring?"

"The Rakshasa God is truly evil..."

"Green face and fangs... that must be the appearance he hates the most..."

Her gaze gradually became empty again.

"Do I really... have to become the shape he... hates the most..."

"..."

The next day.

When Qin Jian was ready to eat breakfast, Bibi Dong had not yet risen.

"Empress Consort, the Pope is still sleeping, she may not be able to join you," the Maid reported.

Qin Jian nodded, finished his meal, went to check on the sleeping Bibi Dong, left a note on the bedside table explaining where he was going, and then left the Pope Palace.

He only had seven days, and arranging to wipe out an Evil Soul Master organization with a scale of a thousand people was not easy.

He had been in Wuhun City for a full year; he hadn't even gone out for the quarterly Guard Army selection Assessment, only holding the final duels in Wuhun City.

Thus, Qin Jian also put on his commander's battle armor for the first time, a set of imposing armor that was silver all over and dotted with gold patterns.

"Greetings, Commander!"

Arriving in front of the Pope Palace, the hundred-man Guard Army had already finished assembling.

Qin Jian strode over, mounted the warhorse at the very front that was also clad in armor, and shouted coldly: "Set off!"

"Yes!"

The hundred-man Guard Army let out a deafening shout.

Although Qin Jian didn't manage things much, he firmly held the power in his own hands, and furthermore, he had always used character, talent, and merit as the standard for promotion, which was relatively much fairer than before, so he naturally won the hearts of the people.

High on the balcony of the Pope Palace, a pair of eyes watched him quietly, following him as he went far away...

A line of knights formed a column and roared through Wuhun City, drawing sidelong glances from everyone.

"Eh? Isn't that the Empress Consort? Is he leaving the city?"

A young girl's surprised cry came from the roadside, almost causing Qin Jian to fall off his horse.

From this, one could see how high his popularity was in Wuhun City; it had reached the point where even ordinary people recognized him.

"Isn't it just that I accompanied Bibi Dong on a few shopping trips... how can these people remember me so firmly..."

Qin Jian shook his head helplessly.

With good horses for transport, their group arrived near the Star Luo Imperial City in just two days.

The large-scale mobilization of Spirit Master troops naturally aroused the vigilance of the Star Luo Empire officials, but Qin Jian had already had his subordinates submit the Spirit Hall notification documents in advance, so they were not hindered along the way.

After arriving west of the Star Luo Imperial City, it took another day to gather a thousand-man Spirit Master team.

"Commander, currently only the Guard Army from one province has gathered. Do we need to wait for the other two provinces to act together?" the local Commander Lin Baizhan said beside Qin Jian.

Qin Jian shook his head and said: "No need, let's set off directly."

"Yes."

Lin Baizhan lowered his head in agreement, but the strange glint flickering in his eyes was not seen by Qin Jian.

Only half a day.

A troop of 1,100 people marched straight to the enemy's lair, which had already been thoroughly scouted.

Qin Jian had no intention of stopping for a rest at all; everyone was a Spirit Master, so as long as their soul power was not exhausted, it was fine.

"Kill."

With his Sword pointed straight ahead, he took the lead.

When Bibi Dong told him to do such a thing and that time was tight, he decided on a strategy of encirclement: a blitzkrieg.

There was nothing fancy about it; it was simply not giving the opponent time to react, mobilizing troops at the fastest Speed, launching a direct surprise attack, and completely crushing them with superior force.

"Enemy attack! ——"

This Evil Soul Master organization was hidden within a small town; it looked like an ordinary town, but in reality, it was already filled with Evil Soul Masters.

Just as their sentry's alarm sounded, Qin Jian had already led the thousand-man troop to break through the town gates and head straight into the depths of the town.

In an instant, the standard attacks of the Guard Army sent sand and stones flying across the town, and many Evil Soul Masters were buried by collapsing houses before they could even react.

"The Spirit Hall! You came after all! ——"

With a long howl, a grey-clad figure in the center of the town charged straight at Qin Jian, and the seven Soul Rings pulsing on their body made the Guard Army pause.

And just at this moment, from all directions within the town, various Soul Rings began to pulse; for a time, colorful martial souls and Soul Rings filled the eyes, which was incredibly spectacular.

"A mere thousand people, you really think we only have a thousand people?"

That obvious leader, a Soul Saint, gave a cold laugh.

And as his voice fell, more and more Evil Soul Masters appeared within the town, gradually surrounding the Guard Army.

The number reached a total of two thousand!

Bonus Chapter

(End of this chapter)