Oscar's Jinx

Bibi Dong took a day to return to Spirit City's Pontiff's Palace. After getting out of the carriage, she dismissed the elders and members who had accompanied her, then returned to her own chambers. Over the past month, she had not only enjoyed the pleasure of spiritual and physical union, but her strength had also surged forward, reaching the late stage of Third-Rank Deity.

That night, after bathing, she entered the secret chamber beside her bedroom in a silver silk nightgown. She cultivated the Nine Heavens Profound Technique as she waited for Huang Tian to arrive.

Although their relationship could not yet be revealed, Bibi Dong no longer cared about such things. Being able to become Huang Tian's woman was already a blessing. Why should she care about propriety or a formal marriage? In this world where strength reigned supreme, it was perfectly normal for men to have wives and concubines in abundance.

"Dong'er, I'm here."

When Bibi Dong completed ten full cycles of cultivation, Huang Tian Teleported into the secret chamber. Seeing her cultivating the Nine Heavens Profound Technique, he spoke softly.

Bibi Dong stopped cultivating. Seeing Huang Tian, she smiled and said, "Husband, you're here."

Huang Tian smiled. "My Soul Power can scan over a million kilometers. Spirit City is only a few thousand kilometers away, so tearing through space and teleporting here takes just a second. All right, the spring night is short—we can't waste time." With that, he immediately made his move.

"Ah, Husband, don't be so impatient. You've torn my nightgown." Bibi Dong shot Huang Tian a reproachful glance.

"Who told you to dress so temptingly tonight, Dong'er?" Huang Tian chuckled and pounced on her.

A spring night was short; the sun was already high when they rose.

After completing their dual cultivation, Huang Tian stayed overnight with Bibi Dong for the first time.

By midmorning, Bibi Dong and Huang Tian were still sound asleep. It was the first time someone had lain beside her, and Bibi Dong was not used to it. Yet as time passed, she gradually stopped resisting the fact that there was now a man in her bed and fell into a peaceful sleep.

In more than twenty years, she had never slept as peacefully as she did today. Even though she had overslept, Bibi Dong felt utterly secure. From an ordinary Saintess of Spirit Hall to the Pontiff, how many people could truly understand the effort, blood, and tears she had poured into that journey?

"Dong'er, wake up. It's already noon. Get up."

After waking, Huang Tian released his Soul Power and instantly determined the time. He had been overworked lately, yet a single night's sleep in Bibi Dong's bed had been so peaceful. But why was Bibi Dong still not awake at this hour? Seeing the blissful smile on her face, she must have been having a wonderful dream last night. However, many elders of Spirit Hall had already gathered in the outer hall. If he did not wake her soon, those people outside would probably start grumbling.

"Mmm, Husband, what time is it now?" Bibi Dong hurriedly asked after being awakened.

"It's noon. The people from Spirit Hall have been waiting in the main hall for quite a while," Huang Tian said with a smile.

"Hmph, then let them keep waiting. If I don't show up, who dares leave?" Bibi Dong declared domineeringly as she rose unhurriedly and dressed in front of Huang Tian.

Huang Tian silently swallowed. What a temptress. If the timing had not been wrong, he would have wanted to pounce on her again.

After washing and grooming herself, the noble and holy Pontiff Bibi Dong appeared before Huang Tian. Smiling, she said, "Husband, I'll go hold the meeting first. You can return to Moonlight Pavilion."

"Mhm." Huang Tian nodded at her, then Teleported back to Moonlight Pavilion.

Holding her scepter, Bibi Dong walked unhurriedly into the main hall and took her seat at the head.

Everyone below bowed and respectfully said, "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pontiff."

"In a little over a month, the Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament will begin. I intend to move the final venue to the Pontiff's Palace in Spirit City. What do you think?" Bibi Dong's eyes swept over everyone present as she spoke softly.

"Your Holiness the Pontiff, I believe it is feasible. In previous Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournaments, the champions have all been students from Spirit Hall's affiliated Spirit Academy. This year, we have three outstanding students—Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan—who are all already level fifty-three Soul Kings. I believe we can defend the title," an elder stepped forward and said.

"Very well. Then it is decided." Bibi Dong made the final decision.

At Blue Tyrant Academy, early that morning, Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming directly tripled the Seven Monsters' training intensity. The usual task of running twenty laps around the academy—a hundred kilometers—became sixty laps, three hundred kilometers. They immediately began crying out in misery.

"Little monsters, there's only a little over a month left until the Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament. Some of you have already reached level sixty-five and become Soul Emperors, but others are only level forty-five. The gap is still far too great. Every student at the Elite Tournament will be a formidable Soul Master, not much weaker than you! If you lose and disgrace the academy, you'll never graduate. You'll only be students here for the rest of your lives. If you try to run away, even if you become level ninety-nine Peerless Title Douluos, the academy will still drag you back and punish you!" Zhao Wuji shouted sternly.

Qin Ming stood to one side with his arms folded. "Teacher Zhao is telling the truth. What are you lot standing around for? Start running! Don't even think about slacking off. The academy's Guard Team will supervise your run the whole time. You can return to your dorms only after you finish."

"Damn, since when did the academy's training plan become this brutal?" Oscar complained fiercely, then immediately started running.

"There's only a little over a month until the competition. The academy's training intensity has increased a bit, but as long as we can endure it, our strength will improve as well. I refuse to believe any student from another academy can be stronger than me!" Dai Mubai was already a level sixty-one Soul Emperor and possessed absolute confidence. Students from other academies would at most be Soul Kings in their fifties. There was no way they could compare to him.

"The suffering we endure today is all so we can defeat the students from other academies. So when the Elite Tournament comes, everyone should give it their all and beat them up to vent our frustration." Ma Hongjun grinned sinisterly.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth in shock. "Fourth Brother, aren't you a little too vicious?"

"How is that vicious? We're only letting them know that our strength was earned through even harsher training," Ma Hongjun said righteously.

"All right, stop chatting and start running. Otherwise, Teacher Zhao will lose his temper," Tang San said lightly.

The others stopped standing around and followed behind Oscar, beginning the day's training. By the time they finished the three hundred kilometers, it was already after five in the afternoon. They were exhausted to the point of collapse, and after returning to their dorms, they desperately poured water down their throats to rehydrate.

"Whew, three hundred kilometers nearly killed us. Good thing for Little Oscar's sausages. Otherwise, forget three hundred kilometers—we couldn't have even lasted two hundred," Dai Mubai said after downing a huge cup of water.

"Tomorrow, I'm guessing they'll increase our workload again," Oscar said with a shrug.

"Shut up, you jinx."

The moment everyone heard Oscar say that, they shuddered. They had experienced Oscar's cursed mouth before. If he happened to be right again, tomorrow would be miserable.

"Seeing that you're all still so lively, I'm very dissatisfied. How about this—tomorrow, you'll run four hundred kilometers. You can return to your dorms to rest only after you finish," Zhao Wuji said with a smile as he entered the boys' dormitory.

"Little Oscar, you jinx! Brothers, beat him up!"

"Ah! Boss Dai, spare me!"

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