The Petals I Smelled

Although she did not release her soul power, the aura of someone long accustomed to high positions remained incredibly overbearing.

Even though Chen Xing was terrified, he dared not hesitate any longer, his feet moving slowly while he stole glances at her from time to time.

Seeing the brat dawdling, Bibi Dong stood up directly and yanked him over.

To avoid the awkward scene from before, she took special care to control her strength.

This time, the boy only stumbled slightly before arriving in front of Bibi Dong.

"Release that golden orb of light you used before and show it to me again."

As expected, this woman was addicted to it!

Chen Xing let out a long sigh of relief; since she still considered him valuable, he wouldn't be dying for the time being...

But if he had to use Wild Growth on her every day from now on, what would happen to his own cultivation?

Should he tell a lie?

Thinking this, he said.

"Teacher, that skill can only be cast once every seven days; I can't use it right now."

"Seven days?"

Hearing Chen Xing's answer, Bibi Dong frowned slightly.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her eyes sharpened, meeting the boy's gaze.

Given his slippery nature, the cooldown of this skill was definitely not seven days.

"Heh~"

"Swear on your martial soul right now that the cooldown of that skill is seven days!"

"If you dare to swear it, I will give you a full set of 100,000 Year Soul Bones."

"Go ahead."

As she spoke, a look of disdain appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.

Chen Xing was left completely stunned on the spot.

Could this woman really be this good at calling his bluff?

Since you've already guessed that I don't want to use it for you, can't you maintain a little bit of distance?

Seeing the boy remain unresponsive for a long time, Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the sofa, her red lips parting slightly as she spoke.

"I don't care what the cooldown of that skill is; from now on, you must give me one orb every three days."

"If you can't do that..."

"Then there's no need for you to stay by my side anymore."

The words were spoken in a seemingly lazy and calm tone, but the threat within them could not have been more obvious.

No need to stay by her side?

Does that mean setting me free!

Or is it execution...

"I guarantee I will complete the task."

"There will absolutely be no mistakes."

This time, Chen Xing dared not refuse any longer, nodding repeatedly and agreeing with great haste.

However, as Bibi Dong watched this series of actions, she began to mutter to herself.

"Did I ask for too little?"

"Could it be that the skill's cooldown is even shorter?"

Thinking of this, she felt a twinge of regret.

But as the dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, she couldn't bring herself to go back on her word in front of a child.

In the end, she could only glare at Chen Xing with resentment.

It was only then that she noticed Chen Xing was covered in dust, looking travel-worn.

When she had grabbed those small hands earlier, they had felt a bit sticky.

As if suddenly realizing something, her heart sank, and her beautiful eyes widened.

"You... you haven't washed your hands this whole time, have you?"

Asked this, Chen Xing also recalled what had happened earlier.

He replied somewhat stutteringly.

"Uh, I was brought back by Chrysanthemum Elder and the others the moment I woke up."

It seemed like he hadn't answered, but in reality, he already had.

Bibi Dong lowered her head, as if struggling to suppress her rising anger.

Strands of hair obscured her entire face, causing Chen Xing to instinctively take two steps back and swallow hard.

The next second, Bibi Dong suddenly stood up, and before Chen Xing could react, she grabbed him by the neck and marched aggressively toward the bathroom.

"Wait... Teacher, I can walk on my own!"

"Shut up!"

Even though it was her own saliva, so much time had passed that she still felt a wave of nausea.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, Chen Xing saw the warm water and flower petals in the bathtub.

Bibi Dong threw him onto the floor and went to wash her hands in the tub first.

She picked up the petals in the water and rubbed them over her hands again and again; it seemed she had a bit of a germaphobe streak.

It took quite a while before she finished. The hunched figure took a deep breath, then turned around and glared fiercely at Chen Xing.

"Get over here and wash yourself clean, now."

"Oh, oh! Okay!"

Chen Xing dared not delay and hurried to the front of the bathtub.

He followed her lead, picking up a few petals and rubbing them against his hands.

After washing for a short while, he felt he was clean and intended to take his hands out.

However, he was sternly stopped by Bibi Dong, who was watching from the side.

"Keep washing!"

"If I don't tell you to stop, you aren't allowed to stop!"

"Huh?"

"Huh, my foot! I told you to keep washing."

Faced with such an absurd demand from Bibi Dong, Chen Xing had no choice but to comply, no matter how helpless he felt.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but by the time he had nearly rubbed all the petals in the bathtub to shreds, Bibi Dong was finally satisfied.

Throughout the entire process, this woman had been staring at him, terrified that Chen Xing might slack off.

When they walked out of the bathroom, it was already late at night.

Originally, Bibi Dong had only intended to study that golden energy within Chen Xing, never expecting the process to be so convoluted, though the final result was acceptable.

With the nourishment provided every three days, she believed it wouldn't be long before she could completely master the Rakshasa Divine Power.

By then, the entire Martial Soul Hall, and even the whole continent, would become the targets of her revenge.

Qian Daoliu! Worship Hall!

The sins you have committed will sooner or later be repaid in blood.

At this thought, a sinister arc curled at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth.

Chen Xing!

This brat was simply a gift sent to her by the heavens.

If he could behave himself and continue to provide that energy for her in the future, she wouldn't mind granting the brat a few more benefits.

Thinking this, she turned her head to look at Chen Xing.

"It's getting late, go back to your own room... now..."

"Huh?"

Suddenly addressed, Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, his hand frozen in mid-air as he sniffed his palm.

He saw Bibi Dong's expression, which had been relatively mild, slowly freeze, her gaze locked onto Chen Xing's hand, and a strange, eerie silence descended upon the room.

This scene made a chill run down Chen Xing's spine.

What was wrong? He was just smelling the... scent... of the petals on his palm, right?

Palm!

Scent!

Oh no, this woman wouldn't think...

"Chen!"

"Xing!"

Bibi Dong gritted her silver teeth, her eyes fierce, her small fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

One step, two steps...

Even though she was wearing cute, rabbit-shaped slippers, she walked with the imposing aura of a god of slaughter.

"Wait! Wait!"

"Listen to my explanation, I was just smelling the scent of the petals."

"Teacher! Teacher!"

"Don't..."

"Puh-wah!"

The next day.

The weather was fair and clear, without a single cloud in the sky.

The time had already reached nine o'clock in the morning.

The warm sun shone through the window, spilling across the pale green bed.

The July sun was quite hot, and the fabric of the quilt was already slightly warm to the touch, yet the youth still showed no signs of waking.

Only his right leg, under the illumination of the sunlight, silently radiated a gentle soul power, circulating through his meridians over and over again.

Last night, Chen Xing had been sent flying once more, and the wall directly facing the room of Bibi Dong had finally collapsed.

Fortunately, Bibi Dong had intentionally held back her strength; otherwise, she would have had to send him to a healing soul master in the middle of the night again.

In the end, it was those two maids who had carried him back.