Douluo: The Venom System is Awesome

Her figure gradually faded into the darkness, leaving only a final sentence echoing through the training ground.

"Clean this place up."

Mu Junyu remained kneeling on the spot, only slowly rising once the aura of Bibi Dong had completely vanished.

He walked over to the corpse of Qin Yi, leaning down to inspect the dagger that had nearly claimed his life.

Sure enough, he discovered a notch at the edge of the blade capable of concealing poison...

Still too careless...

He whispered to himself.

He stood up and brushed the non-existent dust from his sleeves.

The wound on his right eye had stopped bleeding, but the faint, stinging pain served as a constant reminder of the punishment he would face tonight.

"It seems tonight won't be too boring after all..."

A meaningful smile curled the corners of Mu Junyu's mouth as he turned and walked out of the training ground.

The guards were already waiting in respectful formation, ready to clear the area.

"Lord Holy Son, your injury..."

"It is of no concern." Mu Junyu waved his hand.

"Prepare hot water; I wish to bathe and change."

He looked up at the sky, where the afterglow of the setting sun spilled through the high windows, stretching his shadow long and thin.

"After all..."

He murmured to himself, "I cannot keep Teacher waiting too long~"

As the night deepened, the candlelight flickered within the Pope's chambers, casting the shadows of the two figures onto the ornate carpet.

Mu Junyu braced his hands against the floor, the Pope's Scepter on his back radiating a heavy pressure. Sweat dripped from his jaw, soaking into the carpet to form a dark stain.

"Nine hundred and ninety-seven... nine hundred and ninety-eight... nine hundred and ninety-nine..."

His voice trembled, and his muscles twitched under the extreme strain.

The soul power pressure exerted by the scepter made every movement agonizingly difficult.

Bibi Dong reclined on a soft couch, her fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest.

Her purple eyes reflected the stubborn figure of the youth, a trace of imperceptible heartache flashing deep within them.

"One thousand."

Mu Junyu finally completed the last push-up, his arms giving way as he nearly collapsed onto the floor.

But he gritted his teeth to hold his position, trembling as he looked up at Bibi Dong.

"Teacher... I..."

"Shut up."

Bibi Dong interrupted coldly, rising to stand before him.

The hem of her purple robe brushed against his cheek, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance.

"Do you know why I am punishing you?"

Mu Junyu nodded, gasping for air: "Because... this student was careless..."

"Careless?" Bibi Dong suddenly leaned down and grabbed his ear.

"You were courting death!"

Her voice carried a rare hint of anger.

"A two-ring against a two-ring, and you were nearly killed in return..."

She stopped mid-sentence, released her grip, and turned her back to him. In truth, Bibi Dong was not angry because Mu Junyu had nearly failed, but rather out of worry after seeing him injured.

That Qin Yi was a hand-picked expert.

He had participated in countless battles as a two-ring soul master, and his combat experience was absurdly high.

Mu Junyu keenly noticed that his teacher's shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Teacher..." he called out tentatively.

"Add another five hundred." Bibi Dong's voice returned to its usual icy tone. "This time, use one hand—five hundred for each."

Mu Junyu gave a wry smile, yet he dared not disobey.

He adjusted his posture, placing his left hand behind his back and supporting himself with only his right.

The weight of the scepter instantly pressed down entirely on his single arm, forcing a muffled groan from his throat.

Bibi Dong sat back down on the soft couch, yet her gaze never left his figure. Watching him grit his teeth and persevere, the fingers hidden within her sleeves tightened involuntarily.

"Continue." She commanded.

Chapter 18: Affection Level Rises Again

The bedchamber returned to silence, leaving only the sound of the youth's heavy, ragged breathing.

The candlelight stretched their shadows long, intertwining them on the wall as if in a silent dance.

When Mu Junyu finally finished the punishment, he collapsed onto the floor, completely drained of strength.

Sweat soaked through his robes, leaving a damp patch on the carpet.

Bibi Dong walked over to him, looking down at him from above.

Suddenly, she raised her foot and gave his side a light kick with the tip of her shoe.

"Get up, don't play dead."

Mu Junyu struggled to prop himself up, only to see that a bottle of ointment had appeared in Bibi Dong's hand at some point.

"Turn around." She commanded.

Mu Junyu obediently turned, feeling the cool ointment being gently applied to the wound at the corner of his eye.

Bibi Dong's movements were unexpectedly soft; the warmth of her fingertips seeped through the ointment, making his heart tremble.

"Teacher... it's almost healed..."

Bibi Dong's voice was right beside his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.

"This will prevent a scar."

Mu Junyu couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile: "This student thanks Teacher."

Once the ointment was applied, Bibi Dong suddenly pressed down hard on his wound.

"Remember this pain." She said coldly.

"If you offend again, it won't be as simple as just pain."

Mu Junyu turned around, meeting Bibi Dong's purple eyes just inches away.

Those eyes, usually so majestic, now held a trace of an emotion he had never seen before.

"Teacher..."

"Teacher, I want to cultivate~"

A ripple, difficult to detect, flashed through Bibi Dong's purple eyes, and her fingers tightened slightly on her scepter.

The candlelight in the bedchamber flickered, casting shifting shadows across her stunning face.

"Nonsense."

Her voice was a few degrees lower than usual, yet her gaze fell involuntarily onto the youth's expectant face.

The shallow scar at the corner of his eye was particularly glaring in the candlelight, making her heart soften inexplicably.

Mu Junyu maintained his kneeling posture, yet he boldly tilted his head to meet her gaze.

Those eyes, always filled with cunning, were exceptionally bright now, as if brimming with starlight.

"Teacher..."

He called out softly again, his fingertips inching forward half an inch, nearly touching the hem of her dress.

The bedchamber was so quiet that one could hear the faint crackle of the candle wick.

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes to look at that stubborn figure on the floor...

"As you wish..."

These two words were so light they were almost a sigh; the moment they left her lips, Bibi Dong herself was taken aback.

But before she could regret it, the sudden radiance in Mu Junyu's eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"Thank you, Teacher, for your grace!"

The youth rose instantly, his movement so swift it stirred a breeze.

He reached out his hand with extreme caution.

Bibi Dong suddenly felt a chill on her wrist.

Mu Junyu's fingertips finally rested lightly upon her pulse, and the unique, icy sensation of Heart-Eroding Venom instantly began to spread.

"I love Teacher the most~"

Mu Junyu's voice suddenly turned very soft, and his entire body began to transform into flowing purple-black liquid.

Bibi Dong instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly and gently.

Before the words had even faded, the venom had already coiled upward along their touching skin.

Bibi Dong's breath hitched; that familiar sensation of being completely enveloped made her entire body go rigid.

The unique, icy touch of the Heart-Eroding Venom seeped into every inch of her skin, yet it strangely carried the scorching fluctuations of the young man's soul power.

She let out an involuntary soft moan, her knees buckling as she fell backward, landing right onto the soft bed.

Her long purple hair spread out across the silk, weaving with the spreading venom to create a bizarre and eerie tableau.

"Mu... Junyu..."

Bibi Dong's fingertips sank deep into the silk, the collar of her Pope robe rising and falling with her chaotic breathing.

The Heart-Eroding Venom flowed around her body like a living creature, bringing waves of shivering sensations.

"You brat... how insolent..."

Her reprimand carried an unnatural tremor, and a hazy mist welled up in her purple eyes.

Mu Junyu's soul power was traveling through her meridians in the most intimate way possible; the feeling of being completely occupied made her feel both resistant and inexplicably indulgent.

"I'm just helping my teacher regulate her body~"

Mu Junyu's voice echoed directly in her mind, carrying a cunning smile. The venom seeped along the patterns of the Pope robe, staining the solemn garment a bewitching purple-black in the blink of an eye.

Bibi Dong suddenly tensed her body, as strands of mysterious soul power representing an indescribable meaning began to spiral out of control.

"Don't... mm..."

Her fingertips unconsciously clutched the bedsheets; the once-majestic Pope now had red-rimmed eyes, and the way she bit her lip revealed a hint of fragility.

Mu Junyu's soul power seized the opportunity to delve deeper, gently wrapping around the areas where the chaotic soul power was originating.

The candlelight in the bedchamber suddenly flickered violently, casting the intertwined shadows onto the wall.

The scepter rolled onto the floor, emitting a crisp sound.