People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

**Chapter 216: Heading to the City of Slaughter**

In the training room, Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, her captivating eyes closed in deep concentration as she practiced diligently.

Zhao Ling approached the room, peering through the window before stepping inside. He moved closer, gently stroking her beautiful face.

Over the past five years, Bibi Dong had transformed from a youthful girl into a more mature and graceful woman. As the Saint of the Spirit Hall, she had developed a commanding aura; yet, in Zhao Ling's presence, she remained the same affectionate and playful woman he had always known.

Feeling the warmth of his touch, Bibi Dong slowly opened her enchanting eyes. Upon seeing Zhao Ling, her expression brightened. She stood up and threw herself into his arms.

"Hubby, you're here! You were two days late last month."

Zhao Ling wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissing her soft, red lips before explaining, "I'm sorry. Something came up at home, so I couldn't leave earlier. Don't worry; I'll make it up to you in the next few days."

"No, no, no!" Bibi Dong protested, her expression shifting. "Don't overdo it. I don't have any other sisters in Wuhun City to help me."

Zhao Ling chuckled and scooped her up effortlessly. "That's a shame. I thought you'd want extra attention for being patient."

Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing at him with love and a thousand unspoken words in her eyes. Zhao Ling carried her out of the training room and into her private chamber, closing the door behind them. He activated his domain to ensure their privacy.

Two days later, Bibi Dong lay in Zhao Ling's arms, her tone tinged with sorrow.

"Hubby, we've been together for five years. You visit me every month, but I've never been able to conceive. I feel so useless."

Zhao Ling responded by lightly patting her on the waist, his tone comforting. "I've told you before—it's not your fault. It's because of my current physique. Only Xier has been able to conceive, and that's because she's reached the strength of a Titled Douluo.

"When you reach that level, it will happen. But for now, don't stress. Impatience won't help."

Bibi Dong nodded hesitantly but then asked, "Is Sister Xi'er's situation still the same? It's been almost five years, hasn't it?"

Zhao Ling sighed. "Yes, her belly has barely grown. I wouldn't be surprised if, when it's your turn, you experience something similar."

Bibi Dong shook her head, a small smile on her face. "I don't mind waiting. I just want to carry your child someday—the fruit of our love."

"That day will come," Zhao Ling assured her, gently stroking her hair.

The next morning, Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong departed Spirit City, their destination set: the City of Slaughter, located thousands of kilometers away.

Three years prior, Qian Xunji had suggested sending Bibi Dong to the City of Slaughter for training. Zhao Ling had refused at the time, citing the presence of Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter.

Though Tang Chen posed no direct threat to Bibi Dong according to the original story, Zhao Ling had been uneasy about the potential risks. Additionally, Zhao Ling had his sights set on Tang Chen's Shura God inheritance, intending to claim it for Bibi Dong.

Back then, Zhao Ling wasn't confident enough to face Tang Chen and the Asura Sword, which carried the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts. He wanted to protect Bibi Dong from inheriting the Rakshasa God's throne, avoiding its corrupting influence.

Now, with his mental strength rivaling that of the gods in the Douluo God Realm, Zhao Ling felt ready to confront Tang Chen and strip him of the Shura God inheritance. Though uncertain of his chances against the Rakshasa God's will, he estimated a 60–70% likelihood of success with the help of his system's abilities.

Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong traveled in the Cloud Shuttle, eventually arriving at a small, eerie town near the City of Slaughter. The air was heavy with a chilling atmosphere, and the townsfolk carried a cold, menacing presence.

Unfazed, the couple entered a dimly lit tavern. The air was stale, and the decor was dark and oppressive. Following the steps outlined in the original story, Zhao Ling led Bibi Dong to a table and called for a waiter.

"Two Bloody Marys, please."

The waiter hesitated, noting their intimidating aura, but promptly served two glasses of thick, dark red liquid.

Zhao Ling handed a glass to Bibi Dong and said softly, "Drink this."

Bibi Dong frowned at the fishy scent of the liquid but remembered Zhao Ling's promise to help her gain a domain and a divine inheritance. Without hesitation, she drank the contents in one gulp. Zhao Ling followed suit.

After finishing their drinks, Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong walked to the bar. The other patrons eyed them curiously, puzzled by their calm demeanor and striking appearance.

Reaching the bar, Zhao Ling raised his hand and tapped it lightly. The entire structure shattered, revealing a hidden entrance to the City of Slaughter.

The tavern fell silent as everyone stared in disbelief. What kind of strength does it take to destroy the bar with such ease?

Ignoring the astonished gazes, Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong descended into the darkness below, ready to face the trials awaiting them in the City of Slaughter.

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