Bibi Dong's Bedchamber Was Drained of Energy

On the bed, Jin Lingfeng sat up when he heard the sound and saw Pope Bibi Dong standing beside him, smiling as she gazed at him.

At this moment, although she still wore her noble papal robes, her former imposing, icy aura had been replaced by gentleness, and joy flowed through her beautiful eyes.

"Your Holiness, you finally came."

"I thought you had forgotten about cultivation. I was almost asleep."

Jin Lingfeng put on his shoes, walked up to the beauty, and looked at her with a grin.

Bibi Dong was in an exceptionally good mood as she looked at the young man before her. As long as she could absorb the aura of his second Martial Soul, she was confident she could completely rid herself of the Rakshasa God's curse. From then on, continuing to inherit the Rakshasa God's legacy would no longer pose any danger.

"Jin Lingfeng, you're the same age as Xue'er. I'll call you Feng'er."

"And don't keep calling me Your Holiness. It sounds too distant. From now on, when it's just the two of us, call me Aunt Dong."

Bibi Dong lightly gripped the Azure Spirit Scepter in her right hand and stroked the boy's forehead with her left. Her gaze was gentle, like that of an elder toward a junior.

Jin Lingfeng's expression became somewhat unnatural. After all, from his current angle, Bibi Dong's figure was truly magnificent and incredibly oppressive...

"Your Holiness, you're so young and don't look old at all. How about I call you Sister Dong'er from now on?"

Jin Lingfeng tried hard to avert his gaze, speaking in a way that made him seem more innocent.

Bibi Dong did not get angry. Instead, she smiled faintly and said in a teasing tone:

"Feng'er, if you can satisfy me tonight, I'll agree to let you call me that from now on..."

Bibi Dong deliberately said this before taking his hand.

Jin Lingfeng's cheeks instantly reddened. He had not expected Bibi Dong, who had always been lofty, imposing, and cold, to have such an improper, teasing side toward him.

Feeling the warmth from her palm, he was quite nervous, yet secretly reluctant to let go of that feeling...

Jin Lingfeng, Jin Lingfeng, what the hell are you thinking about?

Bibi Dong is Xue'er's mother. Even if she deliberately teases and seduces you, you have to hold yourself together. You can't do anything reckless!

Bibi Dong's words had left Jin Lingfeng's mind in complete chaos. While he was distracted, she had already led him to the Papal Palace within the Papal Palace, where he was pushed onto a soft white bed.

Then Bibi Dong smiled seductively and looked at Jin Lingfeng playfully.

"Feng'er, rest here for now. I'm going to bathe..."

With that, the beauty swayed her graceful waist as she left the room.

On the bed, Jin Lingfeng curled up nervously in the corner. Although he knew Bibi Dong was probably just teasing him and would merely use the aura of his Soul Power to cultivate later, he could not help feeling afraid.

Jin Lingfeng, Bibi Dong can't possibly sleep with you. Don't flatter yourself.

Calm down, hurry and calm down. Between Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, you definitely have to choose Qian Renxue!

Jin Lingfeng kept talking himself down. Gradually, he relaxed and lay down, hugging the soft golden silk quilt. Breathing in the beauty's faint fragrance, he fell deeply asleep...

Half an hour later, the door was gently pushed open. Jin Lingfeng frowned slightly and opened his eyes.

Immediately, an incomparably beautiful woman in silver sleepwear appeared before him, climbed onto the bed, and came to his side...

Her hair was still damp, and her entire body exuded a fresh scent.

Like a lotus emerging from the water, she was shrouded in hazy beauty. What was even more excessive was that the collar of her silver sleepwear was cut extremely low, revealing flashes of snowy whiteness within. Jin Lingfeng nearly got a nosebleed...

"Your Holiness, wh-what are you doing?"

"I came to cultivate with you. Why are you dressed like this? Could you please change into something more appropriate..."

Terrified, Jin Lingfeng scrambled into the corner, staring fearfully at the beauty before him as though she were some ferocious beast.

Bibi Dong burst into laughter. She walked over, poked his head with a finger, and said helplessly:

"Feng'er, what are you thinking about? How could I possibly have any designs on a little brat like you?"

"I'm used to wearing sleepwear after returning, so I'm not changing. Just keep your eyes from wandering."

"Come on, release your God-tier Martial Soul. I'm going to start cultivating."

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Jin Lingfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she had no intention of doing anything improper to him, it was fine...

Thus, Jin Lingfeng moved slightly out of the corner and sat cross-legged on the bed. He condensed the Primal Chaos Pearl Martial Soul above his head, and a holy, gentle aura immediately filled the entire room.

Joy appeared in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes. She had long since made arrangements so that Jin Lingfeng's aura would not leak outside.

Then she sat down in front of Jin Lingfeng. The face that had been wearing a gentle smile a moment ago abruptly turned cold and sinister. At the same time, a massive Death Spider Emperor condensed behind her...

It raised its sharp claws and viciously pierced toward Jin Lingfeng, crazily absorbing the Primal Chaos Pearl's aura...

Before poor Jin Lingfeng could react, he was seized by the terrifying Death Spider Emperor. The energy within his body was continuously drawn out, leaving him increasingly hollow and weak until he finally passed out comfortably...

And so, over the following month or so,

Jin Lingfeng cultivated in his room during the day, while at night Bibi Dong brought him to her room to cultivate together. Their cultivation speeds both increased drastically.

Gradually, Jin Lingfeng and Bibi Dong grew much closer. Every time he called her "Sister Dong'er," Bibi Dong would smile brightly. After cultivating for two or three hours at night, the two would often chat happily until dawn.

Bibi Dong explained cultivation essentials to Jin Lingfeng, helping him avoid detours, while Jin Lingfeng occasionally massaged her shoulders and back to help her relax. The two did many pleasant things together...

One day, at noon.

Jin Lingfeng opened his eyes in the room. His Soul Power had finally reached level 10!

In just over a month, he had cultivated from an ordinary person to a level 10 Soul Master. This was the terrifying cultivation speed brought by level 100 Innate Pseudo-Soul Power!

"Level 100 Innate Pseudo-Soul Power, no bottlenecks in cultivation, and self-forming Soul Rings. It truly is extraordinary."

Jin Lingfeng felt the powerful Soul Power contained within his body and smiled in satisfaction.

"The Sky Swallowing Demonic Crocodile Martial Soul has granted me the First Soul Skill, Demonic Crocodile Body."

"During battle, it can increase my strength and defense by fifty percent. It's just that the Soul Ring is only at the yellow hundred-year level."

"But my Primal Chaos Pearl Martial Soul has granted me a support skill, Primal Chaos Power."

"It can permanently increase the age of my Martial Soul's Soul Rings. That's incredible."

"First Soul Skill, Primal Chaos Power!"

Along with Jin Lingfeng's low shout, a holy, gentle stream of Soul Power surged from within his body and enhanced the first Soul Ring of the Sky Swallowing Demonic Crocodile Martial Soul. After half an hour, its age increased from one hundred years to two hundred years.

"The Primal Chaos Pearl truly deserves to be called a God-tier Martial Soul capable of suppressing the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul until it collapses. It actually possesses such a miraculous ability."

"With this, as long as I have enough time, raising every Soul Ring of my Martial Soul to the million-year level won't be a problem!"

Jin Lingfeng was extremely satisfied with today's gains and left the room for the Papal Palace.

He was now the Spirit Hall's Holy Son and could rightfully go see Bibi Dong.

Inside the Papal Palace, atop the papal throne.

Bibi Dong held the Azure Spirit Scepter and stared at Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo below as she listened to their report.

She leaned halfway against the papal throne, her left leg crossed over her right, presenting a captivating posture. Yet the imposing, icy aura she radiated made others tremble.

At that moment, a loud cry came from outside the Papal Palace:

"Reporting to Your Holiness, the Holy Son requests an audience!"

Below, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged glances before looking up at Pope Bibi Dong.

Their report was not yet finished. In the past, what Bibi Dong hated most was being interrupted while listening to reports.