Not only that—under Xiao Se's guidance, Bibi Dong used his Qi-Gathering Powder to condense a soul-power whirlpool similar to the Douqi Continent's Dou Qi Whirlpool. She later completed soul-power liquefaction, raising the quality and endurance of her soul power to an astonishing level.
The advanced dark-attribute technique Xiao Se had found years ago in the Magical Beast Mountain Range during his breakthrough to Da Dou Shi finally proved useful. After Bibi Dong condensed her soul-power whirlpool, she successfully switched to cultivating it. From then on, her cultivation speed skyrocketed like a rocket—rising nearly thirty levels in five years.
Xiao Se also taught her Dou Techniques without reservation—advanced Xuan-grade Eightfold Mountain Range, advanced Xuan-grade Lion's Roar, advanced Xuan-grade Misty Phantom Steps, and many others. Bibi Dong's learning path wasn't smooth—after all, soul power and Dou Qi belonged to fundamentally different systems. But with several years of careful modification by Xiao Se, she finally mastered them.
Naturally, Xiao Se hadn't been idle either. Although he couldn't cultivate Dou Qi in this world, he could still strengthen his soul. With the Return-to-Origin Soul Art, even in Douluo Continent's thin energy, he managed to raise his spiritual strength from a fourth-grade alchemist to fifth-grade within three years.
As for reaching sixth-grade—his main body would have to catch up first.
Unfortunately, the system did not refresh his exchange attempts. Meaning, although five years had passed in Douluo Continent, not even a month had passed for his body on the Douqi Continent.
Inside the Spirit Hall, in a wide and brightly lit room—
Bibi Dong sat cross-legged on her bed, forming cultivation seals in her hands. Gentle breaths rose and fell as pale violet energy wrapped around her.
Within that soft violet glow, her beautiful face seemed even fairer, brighter, almost radiant. Even Xiao Se found himself staring in a daze.
"She's about to wake up," he murmured.
Beside her, Xiao Se leaned quietly on a lounge chair. Ever since his soul strength reached the level of a fifth-grade alchemist, he could temporarily leave Bibi Dong's body for short periods.
A deep exhale—
Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes. She leapt straight into Xiao Se's arms, her face full of joy.
"Xiao Se! I've broken through to level seventy!"
'Xiao Se'—a nickname she'd started using after their first month together. From that point on, Xiao Se truly became Bibi Dong's friend. As time passed, something more delicate grew between them—though neither had pierced the thin veil yet.
"Dong'er, congratulations." Xiao Se gently patted her back, speaking softly. "You still couldn't condense your soul crystal before. Once you obtain your seventh spirit ring, you can try again."
"Heehee ~"
Bibi Dong's eyes curved into little crescent moons at his affection. "Then let's sneak out to get the ring right away! I'll tell Teacher I'm going into seclusion so no one will disturb us."
But Xiao Se just shook his head. He lifted his right hand—it was already becoming faint and transparent.
"Sorry… but I think my time here is nearly up."
The room instantly fell into dead silence.
After a long time, Bibi Dong finally lifted her tear-filled eyes.
Her voice trembled.
"Then… will we ever see each other again?"
"We will. Definitely."
Xiao Se nodded firmly.
After five years with her, Xiao Se understood Bibi Dong deeply. She was a pure, kind-hearted girl—so innocent that it was hard to imagine she would one day become the cold, ruthless Pope of Spirit Hall.
And the reason for that future… always traced back to two men:
Chihiro Ji.
And Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang could be ruled out—Bibi Dong felt nothing for him at all.
But Chihiro Ji… he was a ticking bomb.
Even with her current strength, once she obtained her seventh spirit ring, she might be able to fight him using cultivation techniques, Dou Techniques, and a soul crystal. But if that teacher she respected so much attacked her by surprise… she would be helpless.
And there was another problem—
The mouth-chewed wine that allowed Xiao Se to travel across worlds had a flaw.
Once the soul left the body, the traveler would gradually forget the journey.
Just like in Your Name—the boy saves the girl, but afterward both forget each other, and even the words they wrote disappear.
Thinking of this, Xiao Se summoned a golden radiance. He took out the Lovesick Heartbroken Red and held it out to Bibi Dong.
"This is for you."
"What is it?" she asked softly.
Xiao Se smiled.
"This is the immortal herb we picked five years ago from the Ice-Fire Well—Lovesick Heartbroken Red. The king of all immortal herbs. Beneath it lies a stone called the 'Black Despair.' To pick this herb, one must think of the person they love and place a drop of heart-blood upon it. If the feeling is true, the herb will fall from the stone. Otherwise, even if you cough up blood and die, it will never budge.
"So—would you like to try?"
Bibi Dong stared blankly at the crimson, petal-shaped immortal herb. Slowly, she nodded.
She looked directly into Xiao Se's eyes.
In his gaze—she saw herself.
"I'll try."
Her soul power surged, blood and qi stirred. She parted her lips, releasing a mouthful of blood onto the petals.
In that moment, every memory of Xiao Se swept through her mind—
From their first meeting in the spiritual world…
To Xiao Se handing her the immortal herb five years later…
To all the days and nights between them.
The blood hit the petals.
Xiao Se watched quietly.
The herb did not sway—
But it silently detached from the stone and fell gracefully into her slender, jade-white hand.
Bibi Dong wiped her lips. A faint smile appeared, her eyes hazy as she looked down at the beautiful flower.
"I… succeeded."
"Mm. Congratulations."
Xiao Se's smile was gentle.
He lifted his hand and softly brushed her cheek.
And then—
His soul began to fade.
Noticing this, Bibi Dong panicked. She grabbed his disappearing hand, trembling.
"Xiao Se—you—"
Xiao Se gave a helpless yet warm smile.
"My time's almost up. Soon… I'll return to my world. And actually… there's something I lied about. The wine I drank wasn't Mandarine Wine—it was mouth-chewed wine. Let me tell you the story behind it…"
He told her the plot of Your Name.
By the time he finished—
Bibi Dong was already crying uncontrollably as she threw herself into his arms.
(End of Chapter)
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