Step Forward

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Qing Chen followed Yue Guan through the majestic streets of Martial Spirit City, the rhythmic echo of their footsteps on cobblestones blending with the distant murmur of the bustling city. The towering spires of the Martial Spirit Hall loomed in the distance, casting long shadows over the intricate architecture that surrounded them. Each step closer brought a palpable shift in the air, heavy with reverence and power. Qing Chen's thoughts raced, calculating every detail of his plan to impress Bibi Dong, the legendary Pope of the Martial Spirit Hall.

His trump card was his second martial soul, Vassago, a Star Demon capable of reading the future and manipulating celestial energy. This rare gift, combined with his King Succubus bloodline, gave him unparalleled charm and strength. He knew the truth of this world: power dictated respect, and those without it were forgotten. To secure Bibi Dong's approval, he needed to prove that he was not only extraordinary but also indispensable.

As they approached the gates of Martial Spirit City, Qing Chen took in the breathtaking sight. Towering buildings lined the streets, their intricate details a testament to masterful craftsmanship. At the city's center stood a massive statue of a six-winged angel, carved from pristine stone, exuding an aura of divine authority. Above it all, the Martial Spirit Hall rose like a celestial monument, visible from every corner of the city—a true embodiment of might and majesty.

"Qing Chen, we're almost there," Yue Guan said, his calm voice breaking through Qing Chen's thoughts. The gates opened before them, revealing the heart of the city and the awe-inspiring grandeur of the Martial Spirit Hall.

They passed through a series of corridors, their walls adorned with rich tapestries depicting legendary battles and figures. The air was thick with history, and Qing Chen felt the weight of countless great spirits who had walked these halls. At last, they arrived at a pair of grand, ornately carved doors. Yue Guan pushed them open, the creak of the hinges reverberating through the silent hall.

Suddenly, a faint blue screen materialized before Qing Chen, startling him. The words "Relationship" appeared at the top, followed by a monotone voice:

Relationship: Bibi Dong - 15 (Wary)

Qing Chen froze. He had expected neutrality—after all, they had never met before. This unexpected wariness caused unease to creep into his mind. Sensing his hesitation, Yue Guan nudged him gently. Snapping back to focus, Qing Chen turned his gaze to the room ahead.

The hall was hauntingly beautiful, lit only by scattered candles whose flames danced like distant stars. At the far end, a golden throne stood on an elevated dais, its intricate designs glimmering in the dim light. Seated upon it was Bibi Dong, the embodiment of grace and authority.

Her beauty was breathtaking, almost otherworldly. Long, violet hair cascaded down her back, shimmering like silk under the faint light. Her face was a masterpiece of elegance and strength—high cheekbones, full lips, and piercing amethyst eyes that seemed to peer directly into his soul. Her robes, flowing and adorned with intricate golden patterns, framed her figure with an aura of celestial dignity. Even seated, her presence filled the vast hall, suffocating in its power.

For a brief moment, Qing Chen was paralyzed, overwhelmed by her commanding presence. But he quickly composed himself. This was the woman he had to win over, not just with charm but with undeniable strength.

Yue Guan stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Holiness, I present Qing Chen, a young talent with great potential."

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on Qing Chen, sharp and unwavering. She made no move to respond immediately, letting silence fill the room. The weight of her scrutiny was almost unbearable, but Qing Chen held his ground. Finally, her smooth, authoritative voice broke the stillness.

"I have heard much about you," she said, her tone both alluring and stern. "But words mean little to me. Prove your worth."

Qing Chen bowed deeply, his voice steady. "I do not seek power, Your Holiness. I seek the chance to show that I can stand among the greatest—to prove that I am worthy."

Bibi Dong relationship +10 (25 - Neutral)

The sudden notification brought a flicker of relief to Qing Chen. Progress, no matter how small, was progress nonetheless.

Bibi Dong's gaze narrowed, but a trace of intrigue flickered across her expression. She gestured for him to approach. Qing Chen advanced, each step measured and deliberate, his heart pounding. As the gap between them closed, he unleashed his first martial soul, Charisma's Embrace.

A subtle, shimmering aura surrounded him, amplifying his already magnetic presence. For the briefest moment, even Bibi Dong—one of the strongest Titled Douluos—seemed caught in his charm. Her expression faltered, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. Qing Chen knew this fleeting control was a testament to the potency of his bloodline and martial soul.

Bibi Dong quickly regained her composure, her sharp gaze returning. But the brief lapse had left an impression. Her lips curved into a subtle smile, one filled with calculation and interest.

"You possess an unusual strength for your level," she remarked. Her tone carried a hint of amusement but also acknowledgment.

Realizing he had achieved what he needed without revealing his second martial soul, Qing Chen bowed again. "Your Holiness, it would be my greatest honor to learn under you. I will prove my worth, not just to you but to the Martial Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong relationship +25 (50 - Friendly)

For a moment, silence hung between them. Then, Bibi Dong's smile deepened, and she raised a hand. "Kneel."

Qing Chen dropped to one knee, his chest swelling with determination. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew one thing: he would rise to power under her tutelage. And someday, the name Qing Chen would echo throughout the world.