What?
You want it right now?
Are you really that desperate?
Su Linfeng almost laughed. Bibi Dong's words were far too easy to misunderstand. It seemed she was finally being influenced by him.
"Elder Sister, it's only been a month, and you already miss me this much?" Su Linfeng teased back, whispering with a line of sound.
Bibi Dong: "You little brat, you—"
"Forget it."
Su Linfeng chuckled. He knew this wasn't the time for jokes. At once, fiery soul power surged out of him, pouring into her body. "Since Elder Sister is in such a rush, I'll satisfy you."
Bibi Dong: "…"
Again?!
Her beautiful face flushed slightly as she realized their conversation had taken an odd turn.
When had she started speaking so carelessly? This little brat was leading her astray. If she didn't spank him when they returned, she'd be letting him off far too lightly.
With that thought—
Bibi Dong didn't linger. Holding Su Linfeng close, she turned into a streak of flowing light and vanished above Death Canyon.
Four of the Titled Douluo followed close behind, while only Yue Guan and Gui Mei stayed to escort the Golden Generation back.
Spirit Hall.
Inside the Pope's bedchamber—
Su Linfeng and Bibi Dong sat facing each other.
Blazing flames filled the entire room, endless fire essence surging into Bibi Dong's body like a whale swallowing water.
She looked as though she was enjoying herself immensely.
Su Linfeng, however, was not so lucky. Sweat drenched his forehead, his face pale, his whole body giving off the impression of someone being drained dry.
Rank 93. A sea of soul power.
Su Linfeng's little well of soul power was like a lone skiff tossed about in a raging ocean.
Her spiritual world had also expanded countless times over. The Rakshasa divine will lashed out in counterattack, striking against Su Linfeng's mental defenses.
Where once a blazing sun hung bright in her spiritual sky, now it was more like a lonely lighthouse adrift in a stormy sea, flickering uncertainly.
This wasn't "a small horse pulling a heavy cart."
This was an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Huu—"
Less than half an hour later, Su Linfeng had completely drained both soul power and spiritual power. He exhaled heavily, slumping back as he regained consciousness.
Bibi Dong, feeling the warmth inside her fade, also opened her eyes. She frowned slightly. "Eh? Why did you stop?"
Stop?
Su Linfeng was stunned. Why stop?
Do you really have no idea?
She had almost sucked him dry.
Are you trying to kill me?!
Do you even realize what you just said?!
As soon as the words left her lips, Bibi Dong finally noticed Su Linfeng's chalk-white face. A pang of guilt tugged at her heart.
She had been enjoying herself too much…
She had forgotten just how vast the difference between them was.
A Rank 93 Titled Douluo, and a Rank 24 Soul Grandmaster. That he could help her suppress the raging Rakshasa aura at all was already remarkable.
And she had the gall to enjoy it?
Her cheeks flushed red. She lowered her voice, embarrassed: "That… Linfeng, I didn't mean it like that."
"I get it."
Su Linfeng flopped onto the bed, limbs splayed, sighing theatrically: "It's all my fault—I'm just not strong enough…"
Bibi Dong: "…"
That lament silenced the whole room.
Three years east of the river, three years west. Don't look down on me just because I'm weak now.
Su Linfeng swore inwardly: One day, I'll make you regret saying those words. I'll make you beg me to stop!
His mournful cry only deepened Bibi Dong's blush.
If anyone passed by and overheard, their minds would immediately wander in the wrong direction. No wonder her face was so red.
She really had made things difficult for him.
Clearing her throat, Bibi Dong forced herself to sound serious: "Enough complaining. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."
"You found it?!"
The words lit a fire in Su Linfeng's eyes. He shot upright, face full of anticipation.
"Look at you, so impatient."
Bibi Dong chuckled softly, brushing the sweat from his forehead. "Yes, I found it. But I heard there's been some trouble. Luo'er Diala was even gravely injured and had to return to recuperate."
Dugu Bo!
Su Linfeng's heart skipped a beat.
It must have been that old poison freak.
A team of Soul Sages against a near-Titled Douluo… the fact that they escaped alive was already fortunate. In the face of overwhelming power, sheer numbers didn't always change the outcome.
"Elder Sister, then what about this 'trouble'…"
"Don't worry. I'll handle it personally."
Bibi Dong's eyes hardened, her aura bursting forth. "Anything you've set your sights on will belong to you."
Her domineering tone was overwhelming.
And strangely familiar.
"Linfeng."
Bibi Dong's gaze softened again as she confirmed, "Are you certain that consuming those immortal herbs will rapidly boost your soul power, without causing irreversible damage?"
"Of course."
Su Linfeng nodded firmly. "Relax, Elder Sister. I won't turn into some evil soul master. Besides, I am a soul beast. My natural growth depends not just on devouring other beasts, but also on absorbing rare heaven-and-earth treasures."
Damage?
Impossible.
Su Linfeng muttered inwardly: Not only would there be no harm, but the herbs would completely transform his body.
Human soul masters had no true understanding of immortal herbs.
Only soul beasts knew which could be eaten and which could not.
For example, the Fiery Apricot, beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. To a human soul master, it was lethal poison. But to a fire-attribute soul beast, it was an unparalleled tonic.
Then there was the Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, strengthening the body and opening the meridians; the Jade Bone Narcissus, reforging sinew and marrow; the Beautiful Silk Tulip, absorbing heaven's essence and breaking Martial Spirit limits; the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, stabilizing foundation and cultivation.
All of these were already on Su Linfeng's menu.
Of course, the most important was the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.
Ma Hongjun had used it to transform his Evil Fire Phoenix into a true Phoenix. If Su Linfeng consumed it, would his Martial Spirit mutate further?
If not, combining it with the Fiery Apricot should do the trick.
…And yes, Su Linfeng intended to eat them all himself.
What, share them?
Not a chance.
Tang San might ascend to godhood twenty-five years later, but time was already tight. Su Linfeng still had to help Bibi Dong refine the Rakshasa divine will. Right now, investing in anyone else was pointless.
What would happen to his body after consuming so many herbs at once?
Even he didn't know. But he was eager to find out.
Bibi Dong, reassured, nodded gently. Then she sniffed her own robes and frowned. "Ugh. A month in the wilderness—I reek. I need a bath."
She slid off the bed and headed toward the bath chamber.
But after two steps, she turned her head back toward Su Linfeng. "Recover your soul power quickly. Once I'm done bathing… We'll go another round."
Her final words came with a faint, teasing smile.
Su Linfeng: "…"
Another round?
Elder Sister… you're getting harder and harder to satisfy.
Just wait. One day, I'll make sure you can't smile again.