Pushing One's Luck

"When is your next match?" Nan Feng asked.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes. "In seven days."

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, the further one progressed, the stronger the opponents became. Especially for someone like her with a winning streak, after fifty matches, it was basically nine against one.

At the beginning, she had indeed struggled a bit, needing time after every match to recover and calm the killing intent within her body.

But with Nan Feng's help, she could recover quickly after each match, and the impact of the killing intent on her had been reduced to a minimum.

However, due to that recurring dream she had, she couldn't settle her mind to focus on the matches, which was why she had still been stuck in Slaughter City for nearly three years now.

"In other words, these are our last seven days?" Nan Feng fiddled with the Rubik's cube in his hands. It was something he had made himself when he was bored, and it was his only form of entertainment in this godforsaken place.

"Mm." Bibi Dong responded softly, not looking at Nan Feng.

While she was here, this was her territory; the nearby Fallen Ones wouldn't dare come looking for death. But once she left, this place would soon be occupied by other Fallen Ones.

Nan Feng was only a Healing-type Soul Master. Although he was very strong in that strange dream, right now, he was still just a child—a child who had to live in fear even when sleeping...

"What are you doing?"

Watching Nan Feng throw himself into her arms, Bibi Dong was stunned.

"If you want to stab me, just do it. Anyway, once you leave, I won't live much longer," Nan Feng said with his eyes closed.

"Being stabbed by you a few days early makes no difference."

Bibi Dong had monopolized him for so long that the Fallen Ones in the Inner City of Slaughter City had long since noticed. It was only due to Bibi Dong's overwhelming combat power that those guys didn't dare to snatch him away.

Once Bibi Dong left, the frustration those idiots had built up because of her would surely be vented on him.

Of course, there was a high probability they wouldn't kill him, but he would likely have to return to his previous life of being snatched back and forth like a tool.

"..."

Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng in her arms with a complex expression. After all, this child had accompanied her for three years and helped her for three years; she had watched him grow up. If she could, she would have liked to take Nan Feng out with her. But given the rules of Slaughter City, even she didn't have absolute certainty of making it through the legendary Hell Road, let alone bringing Nan Feng out.

Three years—relying on each other for survival in this godforsaken place where the sun never shone for three years. She had watched Nan Feng grow from a tiny little thing to the size he was now. When she was injured, when she was sad, it was this child who stayed by her side. And now...

Time ticked by, second by second. Feeling no trace of killing intent, Nan Feng looked up in confusion. "You're not going to stab me?"

Bibi Dong turned her head away. "Are you that eager for me to stab you?"

"Oh..." Seeing that Bibi Dong wasn't resisting, Nan Feng threw caution to the wind and buried his head into the valley.

Bibi Dong turned her head back, the corner of her eye twitching violently.

You brat, you're pushing your luck, aren't you!

"I'll give you three seconds," Bibi Dong said quietly.

"Three."

"Two."

"..."

Nan Feng didn't move, looking like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong raised her right hand, intending to swat Nan Feng away, but found that no matter what, she couldn't bring herself to do it. In the end, it only landed lightly on the back of Nan Feng's head.

"Hm?" Nan Feng raised his head in confusion.

What the hell?

He had been prepared to play the pity card; why wasn't she beating him?

Could it be that she had gotten used to it after he ambushed her in the dreamscape so many times?

"Speak, what do you want?" Bibi Dong said. "Before I leave, I will do my best to fulfill anything within my power."

"Really?" Nan Feng slowly lowered his head.

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "My patience has its limits!"

"Oh." Nan Feng sat up honestly.

He didn't need to use the pity card to get things done, and he wasn't an idiot who went looking for a beating.

"I want you to use that green, slimy spider form of yours to help me..."

"It's the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor!" Bibi Dong said, speechless.

"Oh, I want you to use your green, slimy Soul-Eater Spider Emperor to help me absorb something," Nan Feng said.

The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "I will say this one last time: do not add adjectives like 'green and slimy' in front of it."

"Oh, I'll remember that." Nan Feng nodded.

Bibi Dong felt a headache coming on.

You had better actually remember it!

"Absorb what?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Just absorb it from those people outside," Nan Feng said.

"Then, you take what you've absorbed from them and channel it into me..."

"Stop!" Bibi Dong raised her hand to interrupt him.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

The Soul-Eater Spider Emperor did indeed possess the Devour Attribute, but she had never used it before entering Slaughter City. Once this ability was exposed, she would be branded an out-and-out Fallen One.

Moreover, the side effects of this kind of consumption were troublesome and not worth the gain.

"What's wrong?" Nan Feng asked, puzzled.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath and explained, "The spirit power attributes cultivated by different types of Martial Souls are not the same, and the quality of spirit power varies between spirit masters of different levels. If the spirit power of a high-level spirit master enters the body of a low-level spirit master without being converted, it will cause the low-level spirit master to explode and die—not to mention the conflict between different attributes of spirit power."

"Even for me, the energy absorbed by the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor is difficult to assimilate, let alone channeling that energy into your body."

Since that day, there hadn't been a single moment where she didn't want to become stronger and seek revenge, but she had never considered relying on the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor's ability to devour. It wasn't because she was merciful, but because this ability was quite useless!

If the energy she absorbed into her body didn't match her own attributes, it would conflict with her own energy. If she wasn't careful, she would explode and die!

The risk was too high; it wasn't worth the gain!

"Oh, I see," Nan Feng nodded.

"So, are you willing to help me?"

Bibi Dong was stunned. "Did you even listen to a word I said?"

"I did, but I don't have any other choice right now," Nan Feng shrugged.

Before Bibi Dong arrived, he had been snatched back and forth by those idiots, the Fallen Ones, and had no time to cultivate at all. Since Bibi Dong's arrival, he had spent most of his time creating dreamscapes.

Therefore, although he had gained a blessing in disguise by obtaining nearly double the cultivation speed in this hellhole, he was still only level 28 because he hadn't had much time to actually cultivate.

There was still a long way to go before reaching level 30 to unlock the next talisman. If he wanted to unlock it before Bibi Dong participated in her next match and entered the Hell Road, he could only rely on Bibi Dong's devouring ability to speed things up.

"What do you mean?" Bibi Dong asked, confused.

Having been together for so long, she had discovered the strange trait that Nan Feng was not suppressed by the domain of Slaughter City and could cultivate normally, but this was not a good thing for him.

Once discovered by the King of Slaughter, he would be finished!

"If I can reach level 30 before your next match, maybe I can tag along and get out with you," Nan Feng said.

"Tag along and get out with me?" Bibi Dong was taken aback.

"How?"

"You need to help me reach level thirty first before I can demonstrate it to you," Nan Feng said.

"No!" Bibi Dong refused.

"The method you mentioned is too dangerous. You will die."

She had never attempted to channel the power gained from the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor into another person. That energy was something even she required a great deal of time to slowly digest, relying on her own Devour Attribute. Nan Feng did not possess the Devour Attribute; once energy of a different nature and quality entered his body, he would die!

"But if I don't do this, once you leave, I'll be as good as dead anyway," Nan Feng shrugged.

"So, are you going to help me or not?"