Emotional Value Maxed Out, Bibi Dong Coaxed into an Embryo

After scaring Lin Chen, Bibi Dong felt immensely satisfied.

Ever since obtaining this Diary Copy, she hadn't had a single happy day because of Lin Chen.

Only today, with Lin Chen, the Diary Owner, trembling as he clutched her calf and begged for mercy.

This was the happiest she'd been all week, and the irritation from Tang San and Tang Hao's escape earlier gradually lifted.

"Hmph, I trust you wouldn't dare deceive This Seat."

"Alright, This Seat believes your story. Now, let go of This Seat's calf."

"Your little hands are tickling my leg. Don't force This Seat to kick you away."

Though she didn't believe a word of Lin Chen's nonsense, Bibi Dong had no intention of exposing the Diary Copy.

With that, she shook her long leg, clad in high-heeled Purple Stockings, trying to shake off the Little Brat.

This Little Brat's hands were far too restless, making her leg itch.

If not for how adorable Lin Chen looked, she, Bibi Dong, would have kicked him flying long ago.

"Th... thank you, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty's wisdom is boundless; you can naturally discern the truth of my words."

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Lin Chen, though reluctant, let go of her calf wrapped in Purple Stockings.

But his acting was still in full swing—his body trembled slightly, and his voice came out haltingly.

Moreover, Lin Chen's face was now filled with joy, and he even squeezed out two tears, as if overjoyed that Bibi Dong could tell right from wrong.

"Enough."

"Lin Chen, This Seat has one more question for you. In your eyes, what kind of person is the current Martial Soul Hall Pope?"

As she spoke, Bibi Dong looked at Lin Chen with eager anticipation, curious to hear what he would say.

"Reporting to Your Majesty."

"In my eyes, the current Martial Soul Hall Pope is a great soul master, an idol in my heart."

As he said this, Lin Chen's gaze gradually turned reverent, like a devoted follower.

Seeing this reaction, Bibi Dong rolled her eyes and couldn't help but mock Lin Chen internally.

"This Little Brat, how can he put on such an act?"

"Still, I, the Pope, like seeing Lin Chen like this. Isn't he always belittling me? Then I, Bibi Dong, will make him praise me against his will."

As the owner of the Diary Copy, Bibi Dong naturally knew Lin Chen's true face.

His current demeanor was all an act.

But Bibi Dong thought Lin Chen was just afraid of her power, hence this charade.

Little did she know, while Bibi Dong thought she was on the second level, Lin Chen had already reached the fifth.

Lin Chen knew that Bibi Dong possessed the Diary Copy and that she couldn't harm him.

Yet he didn't reveal this, instead playing along with her act.

It was worth mentioning that this spy-versus-spy feeling was oddly enjoyable for Lin Chen, giving him a strange thrill.

"Oh?"

"You know the Martial Soul Hall Pope? Spouting nonsense here."

Bibi Dong continued questioning, crossing her legs, eager to see Lin Chen's next move.

This was far too entertaining.

She decided she'd have to scare this Little Brat more often from now on.

"Your Majesty, though I don't know the Martial Soul Hall Pope personally, her Great Deeds fill me with endless admiration and respect."

"Moreover, I've heard that this Pope is a female soul master. I can hardly imagine her majesty and grace."

"I believe the most noble and beautiful female soul master in this world is none other than the Martial Soul Hall Pope."

Lin Chen clenched his fists, his face brimming with excitement, his reverence reaching its peak.

As if he were the Pope's most loyal follower.

"Mm, not bad."

"Lin Chen, I can see you're truly a promising talent with a bright future."

Bibi Dong looked at Lin Chen, nodding in satisfaction, a glint of delight in her eyes.

This Lin Chen—setting everything else aside—had a first-rate talent for flattery.

Though she knew his words were false, she couldn't help but feel pleased.

But Lin Chen's performance wasn't over yet. He continued to heap praise on the current Martial Soul Hall Pope, Bibi Dong herself.

"Your Majesty, allow me to elaborate. The current Martial Soul Hall Pope..."

Lin Chen listed Bibi Dong's great deeds one by one, such as increasing the amount of Gold Soul Coins deducted from the Two Great Empires to fund subsidies for commoner soul masters...

Bibi Dong heard Lin Chen's words of praise, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks, leaving her a bit embarrassed.

The great deeds Lin Chen spoke of were actually strategies she had devised to weaken the Two Great Empires.

But unexpectedly, her ill intentions had turned into good deeds—while weakening the Two Great Empires, her schemes had actually benefited the lower-level soul masters.

At the time, she really hadn't thought that far ahead.

The more she listened to Lin Chen's praise, the brighter Bibi Dong's smile became.

By now, Lin Chen had nearly coaxed Bibi Dong into a state of pure bliss.

"Mm, Lin Chen, I'll be honest with you."

"This Seat is the Martial Soul Hall Pope you spoke of."

After hearing Lin Chen's flattery, Bibi Dong felt deeply satisfied inside.

This trip wasn't a waste—just sitting here being pampered by Lin Chen was already worth it.

This emotional value, this Little Brat Lin Chen really knew how to deliver.

Such a sharp tongue was truly rare in this world.

Bibi Dong felt that if she had been younger and met a grown-up Lin Chen, she might have fallen in love with him.

"What!"

"Your Majesty, you... you are the Martial Soul Hall Pope I've admired so much."

"Lin Chen is truly blessed to have the chance to meet you one day."

Lin Chen's body and voice trembled slightly again.

But this time, it wasn't from fear or dread, but from joy and excitement.

Seeing Lin Chen's adoring expression, Bibi Dong was initially happy, her heart filled with satisfaction.

In all these years, she had never met a man who understood her so well, who knew how to coax her like this.

But suddenly, she remembered that Lin Chen's current act was all fake.

Every word from his mouth was a lie, and in his diary, he even called her a "foolish woman" and a "crazy woman."

The joy in Bibi Dong's heart gradually faded, replaced by pain and anger.

Damn Lin Chen, how dare he toy with this Pope's feelings!

Lin Chen: ???

Lin Chen: What did I do? How did I toy with your feelings?

After finishing his performance, Lin Chen silently praised his own acting skills and was about to award himself an Oscar gold statuette.

Then he suddenly noticed that Bibi Dong's expression wasn't good.

This puzzled him—shouldn't she still be happy?

Why had she suddenly turned so displeased, even angry?

Reviewing his performance, Lin Chen felt he could give himself a ninety-nine out of a hundred, deducting one point to keep himself from getting too cocky.