NOVEL NEXT Chapter 95: Chapter 95
**Chapter 95: Being Tortured and Frustrated**
Zhao Ling never imagined that after just four games, Bibi Dong would go from being completely defeated by him to consistently defeating him. From the fifth game onward, Zhao Ling could hardly manage a win. By the twelfth game, he was thoroughly frustrated.
'What's going on? Dong'er's learning ability is terrifying!'
Though Zhao Ling wasn't a chess prodigy, he had at least reached the seventh rank before arriving in the Douluo Continent. Even though he hadn't had a worthy opponent since his arrival, he often spent time honing his strategy alone. Yet now, in only three or four games, Dong'er had managed to "torture him into frustration."
Indeed, some people are just on a different level. Dong'er was the scheming, ruthless Pope from the original story—there was no comparing himself to her. Feeling dejected, Zhao Ling thought he might find some relief by playing against Ah Yin, whom he assumed would be an easier opponent.
However, he quickly discovered that Ah Yin was also no pushover. In the dozen games he had played with Bibi Dong, Ah Yin had picked up on the strategies and developed a solid grasp of chess herself.
By the second game with Ah Yin, Zhao Ling found himself struggling again.
If Bibi Dong's style was bold, aggressive, and unexpected, then Ah Yin's style was subtle, calm, and incredibly stable—gentle but concealing a sharp edge. Zhao Ling found himself outmaneuvered yet again and, feeling defeated, sat facing the wall in resignation.
That night, Zhao Ling and Ah Yin checked out of their hotel, and Bibi Dong arranged rooms for them in a side hall of the Spirit Hall. Zhao Ling had now been accepted by Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu, father and son, and was practically considered a member of the Spirit Hall.
Although Zhao Ling had brought Ah Yin into the Spirit Hall, neither Bibi Dong nor Qian Xunji, his teacher, expressed any objection. Besides, Zhao Ling's talent was undeniably extraordinary: he had awakened his spirit at sixteen and reached the rank of Titled Douluo in just fifteen years. His last three spirit rings were all 100,000 years old—a configuration so rare that even Qian Daoliu, who had undergone part of the Angel God's divine tests, couldn't match it.
Given this, Qian Xunji considered it only natural that Zhao Ling might have multiple women by his side. In fact, he thought it wise if all Zhao Ling's future wives and descendants entered the Spirit Hall as well. This way, Zhao Ling would be bound to the Spirit Hall, making it less likely he would abandon them if he achieved godhood.
The decision felt exceptionally wise to Qian Xunji.
Meanwhile, Ah Yin was unfazed by living in the Spirit Hall's side hall. She felt secure knowing that Zhao Ling's soul-sealing spell hid her identity as a soul beast from all detection. The thrill of living right under the noses of so many Titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall was far more exciting than hiding in remote villages.
Moreover, she carried the Pear Blossom Needle Rain given to her by Zhao Ling. If anyone dared confront her, she would unleash it, ensuring they paid dearly.
Since Zhao Ling had promised not to bother her that night, Ah Yin rested alone in the room arranged for her by Bibi Dong. Zhao Ling, meanwhile, accompanied Bibi Dong to her private chambers. As soon as she shut the door, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Bibi Dong didn't resist. Instead, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. They locked eyes and then kissed passionately. After a long moment, Zhao Ling swept her up and carried her to the bed. Bibi Dong's cheeks turned red, nervous about whether her husband was really as intense as Ah Yin had described.
'No, it can't be, it won't be that bad,' she reassured herself. But soon, she found Ah Yin's description had been far too mild.
By noon the next day, Zhao Ling woke and looked at the beautiful woman beside him, desire flickering in his eyes. Bibi Dong, feigning sleep beside him, sensed it and quickly edged away.
As Zhao Ling moved to embrace her, Bibi Dong put up both hands defensively. "Husband… please, don't! Go find Sister Yin instead…"
Zhao Ling smiled awkwardly, feeling oddly rejected. Trying to reassure her, he explained, "Don't worry, Dong'er. You're still recovering. I won't do anything—just a hug, I swear."
"Don't come any closer! Get dressed and leave, now!" Bibi Dong said firmly, pointing to the door.
"But Dong'er, please, I really just want to hug you…" Zhao Ling coaxed, trying to sound sweet.
"Are you going or not? If not, I'm leaving myself!" She threatened, making a move to get out of bed.
Seeing she was serious, Zhao Ling quickly nodded. "Alright, I'm going, I'll get some food for you…"
With that, he dressed hastily and left, practically fleeing from her room.
After he left, Bibi Dong's stern expression dissolved into one of weariness. "Ugh… it's all because of that crazy system that gave him a triple physical bonus. It's unbearable…"
To make matters worse, the door soon opened again, and Ah Yin walked in, smirking as she looked at Bibi Dong.
"Hehe, Sister Dong'er, how does it feel to be worn out by our husband? You understand now why I'm trying to find more sisters?"
Bibi Dong shot back, "I don't understand, and I don't intend to. You were his first woman, so he should go to you. I shouldn't be put through this…"
Ah Yin pouted. "No way! He likes you too—he should bother you every day."
Bibi Dong, feigning offense, replied, "Nonsense! Our husband likes us both equally. Don't think you can push him to me alone."
Listening to the two bickering from the hallway, Zhao Ling, who was returning with food, could only sigh. A few days ago, they had been competing for his attention. Now, they were trying to foist him onto each other. What kind of world is this?
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