Uh…
Su Linfeng shifted weakly to the side, then instinctively laid both hands on her. "Elder Sister, I need to sleep a bit to recover my soul power. When I wake up, I'll do it again."
As he spoke, he rubbed against Bibi Dong's armpit, then found a comfortable spot and buried his head to sleep.
Bibi Dong: "…"
Little brat!
Her whole body trembled, the urge rising to kick Su Linfeng away.
Do it again after you wake up?
What did this look like?!
Hadn't she sworn to break him of this bad habit he'd had since childhood? Yet he hadn't changed one bit!
Her palm lifted in anger, ready to swat him—
But then she saw his face, pale as candle wax.
Already asleep?
The anger in her heart softened.
What replaced it was pain.
After all, he was only six years old, with just rank 21 soul power. To suppress the vast force in her body with his tiny reserves… it truly was hard on him.
A sin!
A damnation!
Bibi Dong inhaled deeply, muttering inwardly. This boy… he's heaven's trial for me—one that makes me love, hate, and even… crave.
At length, she let her raised hand fall, gently pulled the blanket over him, sighed, and closed her eyes to recover her exhausted mental strength.
Time slipped by, the moon rising high.
Bibi Dong stirred as a familiar warmth quietly seeped into her body and spirit world once more.
She opened her eyes to find Su Linfeng awake.
"You're up, Elder Sister. I've recovered already."
Su Linfeng grinned. "Now I'll continue helping you refine the evil power inside you."
"So fast?"
Bibi Dong was startled by his recovery speed. A soul beast really is a soul beast—even stronger than me, a Soul Douluo, when it comes to recovery.
What she didn't know—
This was the innate gift of the Three-Legged Golden Crow: the Immortal Body. Like a phoenix's rebirth in fire, as long as the True Sun Flame endured, it granted near-limitless regeneration. Not even Title Douluo, not even peak Douluo, could match it.
"What's the use of recovering fast if my soul power is so little?"
Su Linfeng sighed. "If only I had my hundred-thousand-year cultivation back. Then helping you refine this evil force would be easy. Right now, it feels like moving a mountain with bare hands. Without ten or eight years, I won't see progress."
That much was true.
Bibi Dong knew well the vast gap in their soul power. The best way forward was for Su Linfeng to train hard and grow stronger.
But with her Killing God Domain often spiraling out of control, and the evil force constantly invading her spirit world, Su Linfeng had to spend most of his time suppressing it. He had little left to cultivate himself.
She thought for a while, then nodded, murmuring, "If only there were a way to raise your cultivation faster…"
"Raise it faster?"
Her words struck him like lightning. Su Linfeng shivered, then exclaimed, "I think I know a way!"
"What way?"
Bibi Dong frowned. Don't tell me he's thinking something crooked.
Because yes, there were indeed ways to raise one's cultivation quickly—dark, forbidden ways.
Like the evil soul masters, Spirit Hall hunted and suppressed. They devoured soul power, rings, spirits, flesh, blood, and even martial spirits themselves to grow faster.
That was the same darkness festering inside her. One wrong step, and she would fall into eternal damnation, becoming the most terrifying evil soul master on the continent.
She could never allow Su Linfeng to walk such a path.
So she warned sternly:
"Soul master cultivation must follow the proper path. Don't seek shortcuts. Now that you've taken human form, you must cultivate like a human soul master.
If you dare damage yourself for my sake, I will never permit it."
"I would rather be devoured by the evil force."
Su Linfeng blinked at her, dumbfounded. Wasn't she overthinking this a bit?
Still, it was rare to see her this serious.
Bibi Dong's nature was complicated—cold and ruthless above all. She never bent her interests to emotion.
But now she was… worrying for him?
An illusion? Or something unprecedented?
Had Bibi Dong's heart changed?
Of course, Su Linfeng wasn't thinking of evil methods at all. What he had in mind was the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in the Sunset Forest, where immortal herbs grew.
By the current timeline, Tang San hadn't yet met Dugu Bo—it was still fourteen years too early. Spirit Hall hadn't begun hunting Dugu Bo yet, since that only happened after Bibi Dong became Pope and launched her rule of "submit or perish."
Back then, Yue Guan's ambush on Tang San had nearly been exposed by Dugu Bo, who named Bibi Dong as the mastermind. That had provoked Spirit Hall to move against him.
But in the present, that hadn't happened yet.
Perhaps Dugu Bo hadn't even broken through to Title Douluo.
"Hmph!"
Caught staring, Bibi Dong turned away, her voice a little flustered. "Don't look at me like that."
"You'd best not hold any illusions. I wasn't worried about you—I just don't want you to be useless if you go astray.
If that happens, I'll eat you without hesitation!"
Who asked you?
Why explain yourself out of nowhere?
Su Linfeng only smiled silently. Mouth as hard as ever. Always saving face. That'll never change.
Eat, eat, eat.
Always threatening to eat me.
One day, I'll let you eat your fill!
No, wait.
That sounded wrong. What he meant was—over time, would she really bear to?
"Mmhh~"
Just then, Bibi Dong gasped softly. Her brows furrowed as she looked down at Su Linfeng's hands. "You little brat, you're still squeezing—"
But before she could scold, she noticed something strange.
The flame soul power was still blazing at her chest—
But Su Linfeng's body trembled, his face twisted in pain, his brow tightly knotted.
Alarmed, Bibi Dong cried out: "Linfeng, what's wrong?!"
"What a powerful pressure!"
Su Linfeng's spirit shook violently. He felt an immense oppressive force pouring from Bibi Dong's body, as if it would crush him into dust.
"Is it soul power backlash?"
Bibi Dong grew anxious. "Stop, now!"
Stop?
It was already too late!
She tried to push him away, but found she couldn't move—her body frozen, even her spirit sealed.
Then she felt it clearly: terrifying violet qi appeared in her spiritual sea, flowing backward through Su Linfeng's channel of flame.
Her body had become a bridge.
Soon—
Strands of violet qi spilled from her, coiling like dragons around Su Linfeng's arms, shoulders, and whole body.
The moment the violet mass appeared, the very space around them twisted. The pressure fell like a tidal wave—so heavy even the air itself seemed to suffocate.