Bibi Dong's Second Martial Soul

(Adding a beautiful picture of Bibi Dong!)

Evening.

The young man's sweat had soaked the dark red carpet, and his slightly immature face was flushed from the intense exertion.

Chen Xing had completely collapsed onto the floor by now. His chest heaved violently, and not a single muscle in his body could move anymore.

That crazy woman Bibi Dong had chased him around and trained him for an entire afternoon.

Throughout the afternoon, Chen Xing had maintained his Second Soul Skill while wrapping Soul Power around his legs to move at high speed, wasting not a single bit of Soul Power elsewhere.

Even so, his Soul Power had still been ground down to nothing.

"P-Pope, let me catch my breath. I really can't do this anymore..."

"If this keeps going, I'm really going to die."

Chen Xing was not exaggerating. Every breath he took now came with a burning sensation in his airways, to the point where the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone had begun repairing him automatically.

Fortunately, his Soul Power had already run dry. The Soul Bone had no Soul Power to support its repairs, or Bibi Dong would definitely have discovered its secret.

Across from him.

After venting her emotions for an entire afternoon, Bibi Dong was in an exceptionally good mood.

Standing in the center of the great hall, she looked approvingly at her "masterpiece."

She had never expected beating someone without Soul Power to feel so satisfying. At first, she had used the scepter in her hand to strike Chen Xing's abdomen, thighs, and a few softer spots.

Later, she found that the sensation transmitted through the scepter was too faint, and fearing that she could not control her strength properly, she switched directly to her fists, elbows, and knees.

Once she tried it, Bibi Dong felt as if she had discovered a new continent.

The genuine feedback of every blow landing on flesh completely enthralled her. She used Soul Power to seal off a small portion of her muscles, ensuring that she would not seriously injure Chen Xing when attacking at full strength.

What followed was an entire afternoon of torment.

The youth before her was like an unkillable cockroach. His physical constitution was even stronger than that of some Soul Kings. No matter how many attacks of hers he endured, he could still keep running.

The thrill of pursuing prey, attacking prey, and utterly conquering prey excited her.

Ever since inheriting the Rakshasa God Trial, she had not released her stress so freely in a very long time.

The way Bibi Dong looked at Chen Xing now no longer held the contempt it once had.

She had originally thought he was merely a commoner Soul Master with somewhat decent talent. Whatever achievements he might attain or heights he might reach in the future were matters for the future.

Now that she had inherited the Rakshasa God Trial, by the time Chen Xing grew up, she would have long since destroyed Spirit Hall and the entire continent. She might even have become a god by then.

The only reason she had snatched him away was to oppose those old fellows from the Worship Hall.

But now, she had completely changed her mind.

As Chen Xing recovered his strength, his Talent Domain automatically unfolded—Purple Imperial Bamboo Forest.

Dense life energy lingered around him, and the youth's breathing gradually steadied.

Bibi Dong, beside him, had long since become glassy-eyed. Every drifting Purple Gold speck of light was greedily drawn into her nostrils.

The fatigue caused by prolonged exertion was swept away in an instant, and every pore of her body seemed to cheer with delight.

"It's this familiar feeling again."

"So pure~ So comfortable~"

The life energy Chen Xing emitted each time gave her an unusual feeling. Unlike the negative emotions brought by Rakshasa Divine Power, this energy gave her a long-lost sense of clarity.

This little brat's Martial Soul was truly peculiar. Its quality was even higher than both of my Twin Martial Souls.

And merely the life energy it gave off was already this pleasant. If he controlled his Soul Power and poured it into me...

"Mmm~"

A faint moan mixed into Chen Xing's heavy breathing, startling Bibi Dong awake at once.

She guiltily glanced at Chen Xing. Seeing that he was still staring blankly at the ceiling of the great hall, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew~ Good thing he didn't notice..."

This guy really was impossible to figure out...

Parting her crimson lips, Bibi Dong struggled to suppress the excitement in her body before speaking to Chen Xing.

"Your physical constitution barely passes. We'll stop here for today."

"Once you've rested, hurry up and clean yourself. You reek of sweat."

As she spoke, her icy, regal face even put on an expression of disgust.

Having just recovered a little strength, Chen Xing instinctively sniffed himself. His small nose twitched, and his eyes filled with confusion.

"No! There isn't a trace of impurity in my body. How could I possibly stink?!"

What a joke! With the Bloodline Power of Purple Imperial Bamboo and the enhancement of Whale Rubber, Chen Xing's physique could now be called an "Innate Immaculate Body."

On top of that, his original body was a stalk of bamboo. Even his sweat smelled fragrant.

Still, he did look rather disheveled. Sweat had plastered his hair to his skin, and several parts of his dark green robe had been torn apart during the struggle.

That made sense. As the Pope revered by countless people, there was nothing wrong with her liking cleanliness.

He then turned his head and happened to meet Bibi Dong's gaze.

In an instant, the disgust in her purple eyes turned into guilt, but it quickly returned to its usual coldness.

"Go when I tell you to!"

"Someone, take him away and wash him properly."

Her voice, infused with Soul Power, pierced through the great hall and reached the guards at the entrance.

Two maids soon entered and helped Chen Xing up, one on each side, supporting him toward the door.

Fortunately, he was only about four feet tall now, so the two maids did not find him too heavy to drag along.

Just as they were about to leave the great hall, a deliberately restrained, indifferent voice reached his ears from behind.

"Come to my room after you've cleaned up."

"Huh?"

Feeling incomparably weak, Chen Xing's whole body tensed. He turned back with a terrified expression.

Even one of the maids beside him tripped over her own feet and nearly fell.

Seeing Chen Xing's exaggerated expression, Bibi Dong instantly realized something was wrong and hurriedly added.

"I... I have something to tell you!"

After saying that, she immediately flicked her sleeve and turned away...

Where no one could see, crimson rapidly spread across Bibi Dong's beautiful face, and even her snow-white neck felt slightly hot.

"What the hell? What did I just say?"

At that moment, her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and panic filled her dark purple eyes, which had remained calm for so many years.

"It's over... The image I've maintained for all these years is completely ruined..."

The two maids hastily quickened their pace, ignoring Chen Xing's limp body and despairing expression as they fled the scene as fast as they could.

Before long, the great hall fell silent again.

After making sure no one else was nearby, Bibi Dong used Soul Power to close the doors, windows, and everything else that could be shut.

With several clanging sounds, the light inside the great hall dimmed.

Her heart, which had only just calmed somewhat after pounding violently from embarrassment and anger, began racing again as nervousness spread through her.

Second Martial Soul—Death Spider Emperor: Martial Soul Possession. In an instant, the great hall was filled with a dim, ghostly green glow.

The ghostly green figure slowly approached the spot where the youth had lain moments before, her exquisite face filled with obsession.

"Hiss~"

Sure enough, as Bibi Dong greedily inhaled, a fragrant scent entered her nostrils.

She closed her beautiful eyes and allowed that aura to flow through the meridians of her body. A wave of comfort swept through her entire body in an instant.

As though afraid that exhaling would let this energy escape, she held her breath with all her might and immersed herself in the pleasure.