章 104: Chapter 104

**Chapter 104: Life is Too Good**

Just as Bo Saixi was contemplating using force to occupy the hotel in front of her, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared beside her. He bowed respectfully and addressed her.

"Greetings, Poseidon Douluo."

Bo Saixi narrowed her eyes slightly, examining the man. She recalled seeing him earlier that afternoon.

The man was a Titled Douluo, his martial soul being the Ghost Leopard. However, Bo Saixi assessed that, given her strength, she could easily defeat him. Of course, she wasn't one to kill indiscriminately, so she merely cast him a cold glance and asked,

"Why have you sought me out, Your Excellency?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo nodded solemnly and presented a Soul Master's Notebook to her with both hands.

"The Great Worshiper was concerned that you might find it inconvenient without a Soul Master's Notebook during your visit to Spirit Hall. He instructed me to deliver this to you. Please accept it."

"Oh?" Bo Saixi took the notebook and skimmed through it. It accurately reflected her own identity and situation. She nodded.

"I'll keep this. Convey my thanks to Qian Daoliu for his consideration."

With that, she handed the notebook to the hotel receptionist, who stood stunned.

The receptionist accepted the Soul Master's Notebook and, upon seeing its contents, was utterly shocked. This young woman, who appeared to be in her twenties, was actually a Titled Douluo? It seemed impossible.

She wanted to question the woman's identity but noticed the man who had delivered the notebook was clad in the Elder robes of Spirit Hall, a testament to his status. And yet, this esteemed elder treated the young woman with the utmost deference, which only reinforced her significance.

Overwhelmed, the receptionist abandoned any thoughts of ejecting Bo Saixi and instead plastered a flattering smile on her face. She quickly arranged the best suite for her esteemed guest.

After ensuring Bo Saixi's stay was settled, Ghost Leopard Douluo left the hotel and returned to Spirit Hall. He went directly to the Worship Hall and reported the matter to Qian Daoliu. After listening, Qian Daoliu waved him away.

Standing before the Angel God statue, Qian Daoliu grew pensive. He knew Bo Saixi would never have feelings for him; he had given up hope decades ago.

Yet, with her sudden appearance at Spirit Hall, his emotions had been stirred once more. He foolishly wondered if she had finally realized he was the one she truly liked. But deep down, he knew the truth: Bo Saixi's heart belonged to that old man, Tang Chen.

And if Tang Chen were gone... would there be a chance for him?

"Ah..." Qian Daoliu sighed deeply. He raised his head to gaze at the Angel God statue in silence.

Meanwhile, in Bibi Dong's quarters, the gentle voices of two women filled the air.

"Husband, this lamb leg is perfectly roasted—crispy outside and tender inside. You must try it."

"Darling, this beef is delightful too. Let me feed you a piece."

"This fruit wine is so sweet. Let me pour you a glass."

Zhao Ling sat between Ah Yin and Bibi Dong, his arms draped around their slender waists, savoring the delicacies they eagerly fed him. He beamed with contentment.

Life felt perfect. With beautiful women by his side and delicious food to enjoy, Zhao Ling couldn't help but compare this bliss to his earlier struggles.

Back on Earth, his life had been rigid and grueling. From the carefree days before he turned four to the years spent juggling school and endless extracurricular classes—dance, piano, violin, calligraphy—he'd barely had time to breathe.

When he arrived in Douluo Continent, his initial days were filled with anxiety, worrying about his weak strength. But after awakening his martial soul and striving for power, he'd finally ascended to the rank of Titled Douluo. Now, he could finally begin to relish life.

Zhao Ling wasn't sure how much he had drunk that night, but the intoxicating warmth left him feeling pleasantly dazed. Noticing this, Ah Yin and Bibi Dong exchanged a mischievous glance and helped him to bed together...

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By morning, Zhao Ling woke with a groggy head, massaging his temples.

"Oof, I drank too much last night. My head hurts," he muttered.

Slowly opening his eyes, he realized that his long-held fantasy of sharing a bed with multiple wives had come true. While he had been too intoxicated to fully enjoy it, a sly smile crept across his face. Pulling the quilt over himself and his companions, he chuckled softly.

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Later that afternoon, as the sun dipped low in the sky, Zhao Ling finally got out of bed, feeling refreshed. He dressed and glanced over at Ah Yin and Bibi Dong, who lay beside him with resigned expressions.

The two women shared a helpless look, inwardly cursing their husband for his insatiable energy.

In theory, they were a united front, and together they should have been able to handle him. But in reality, Zhao Ling was simply overwhelming.

Now, all they wanted was to rest—a chance to recover from the previous night's antics.

Unaware of their thoughts, Zhao Ling smiled warmly and gently stroked their hair.

"My dear wives, are you hungry? I'll have someone prepare dinner for you."

Bibi Dong glanced at Ah Yin and replied tentatively, "Sister Ah Yin, are you hungry? I'm not very hungry yet."

Ah Yin shook her head in agreement. "Not particularly, but husband, you can have dinner prepared anyway. We'll eat later if we feel like it."

"Alright," Zhao Ling nodded and left the room with a smile.

As soon as the door closed, both women let out a sigh of relief. Their relentless husband had finally left. They dreaded the thought of enduring more of his energy so soon.

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Zhao Ling, oblivious to their plight, went to make arrangements for their dinner. Despite his immense strength as a Titled Douluo, which allowed him to go without food for months, he understood that Ah Yin and Bibi Dong needed sustenance.

Unexpectedly, on his way to the kitchen, Zhao Ling encountered Qian Xunji, who appeared irate.

Startled, Zhao Ling greeted him respectfully.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

Qian Xunji frowned disapprovingly. "Zhao Ling, remember this: while you may have the strength of a Titled Douluo now, Bibi Dong is still young and has much to learn. Her potential is second only to yours among all the people I've met. You must focus on helping her grow rather than indulging in romance all day. Do you understand?"

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