Douluo: The Venom System is Awesome

[Real-time data: shame, helplessness, enjoyment]

The system prompt popped up at the perfect moment.

Mu Junyu chuckled inwardly, knowing his teacher was tacitly allowing his little tricks.

He nodded with a feigned expression of seriousness and closed his eyes again to circulate his soul power, but those liquid soul power strands were like mischievous children, beginning to explore new areas of Bibi Dong once more.

This time, they quietly coiled around Bibi Dong's slender ankles, sliding slowly like the finest silk.

Bibi Dong's toes curled involuntarily beneath her robes.

Sometimes she really wanted to grab this little brat and see if his head was filled with nothing but these things...

If she didn't know this little rascal's tricks so well, she would have almost been fooled.

At such a young age... how could he... be so good at tormenting people...

"Wait until the cultivation ends... see how I deal with you..."

Bibi Dong threatened in a voice only the two of them could hear, but the coquettish tone held more affection than anger.

She simply closed her eyes, letting those annoying yet comfortable sensations wander over her entire body, focusing on absorbing the soul power growth, which was double the usual amount.

Through the system, Mu Junyu could clearly see Bibi Dong's soul power circulating at an astonishing speed, with meridians and nodes that were once difficult to clear being opened one after another.

He knew this was the most precious ability of the Heart-Eroding Venom.

It could not only amplify combat power but also accelerate cultivation.

"Teacher, I feel a bottleneck."

Mu Junyu suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with suppressed excitement.

"I might be about to break through."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong immediately opened her eyes, all her shame and annoyance instantly replaced by concern. She reached out without hesitation to press her hand on Mu Junyu's shoulder, pouring a steady stream of profound soul power into him.

"Focus on your breakthrough, I will protect you."

Mu Junyu smiled to himself...

Inside the Pope Palace, purple-black mist surged violently, forming a massive vortex of soul power.

And at the center of the vortex, Mu Junyu's aura was climbing steadily...

At the center of the soul power vortex, Mu Junyu was enveloped in purple-black light, his aura rising continuously.

However, at the critical moment of the breakthrough, he "forgot" to retract the Heart-Eroding Venom covering Bibi Dong.

Or rather, he did it on purpose.

Hmm...

Bibi Dong suddenly stiffened, her beautiful purple-gold eyes widening instantly. She felt the liquid soul power that had been evenly distributed suddenly gather at a few critical locations, creating an indescribable sense of tightness.

Especially... it felt as if countless tiny tentacles were pressing and separating there, each touch making her entire body tremble.

"Junyu, you..."

Bibi Dong was about to speak, but she felt the violent fluctuations of soul power around her disciple, clearly indicating he was at the crucial moment of his breakthrough.

She bit her lower lip, her scepter carving deep marks into the floor, but in the end, she did not interrupt Mu Junyu.

On the system interface.

The data in the [Real-time data] column was skyrocketing: [Weak Point Break Rate 150%], [Soul Power Turbulence 30%], [Endurance Continuously Decreasing].

Although Mu Junyu was in the middle of a breakthrough, he could still clearly perceive every subtle change in Bibi Dong through their martial soul connection.

Inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong's legs pressed together involuntarily, her delicate body trembling slightly beneath her purple-gold robes.

The Heart-Eroding Venom seemed to possess an independent consciousness, wandering wantonly through her most sensitive areas, every act of mischief precisely and maddeningly accurate.

The sensation of being enveloped from all sides while being targeted at her most vulnerable points made the usually dignified Pope barely able to stand.

"This... little rascal..."

Bibi Dong cursed inwardly, her jade-white cheeks already flushed a deep crimson.

She could feel her soul power beginning to fluctuate uncontrollably, a warm current of soul power rushing through her body, searching for an exit.

Just as Mu Junyu reached the most critical moment of his breakthrough, Bibi Dong suddenly shuddered as if struck by lightning.

At the exit of her soul power channel, a surge of pure water-attribute soul power erupted uncontrollably, staining her Pope robe with the color of her water-attribute energy.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes in shame and annoyance, her long eyelashes trembling violently; she had never imagined that in her own Pope Palace, in front of her own disciple... she would suffer such humiliation.

"Boom—"

With a muffled sound, the soul power around Mu Junyu finally stabilized, and he successfully broke through to level 20.

He canceled his martial soul state, shifting from liquid back to human form, and opened his eyes, looking at Bibi Dong with a feigned expression of confusion.

"Teacher, I succeeded... Teacher? What's wrong with you?"

Bibi Dong's robe was slightly damp, her face flushed, and her breathing still somewhat unsteady. Hearing Mu Junyu's question, she forced herself to remain calm and straightened her robes, but the distinct scent of that water-attribute soul power could not be masked.

"Nothing... nothing at all."

Bibi Dong's voice was a few shades lower and hoarser than usual.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough."

She turned to leave as she spoke, but her legs went weak, and she nearly stumbled.

Chapter 3: The Gaze of Qian Renxue

Mu Junyu was quick to steady Bibi Dong, his face full of "concern."

"Teacher, you don't look well. Did I consume too much of your energy while I was breaking through?"

Bibi Dong gave Mu Junyu a deep look, her beautiful eyes filled with a mixture of shame, annoyance, suspicion, and an indescribable emotion.

She knew this disciple too well; with his precise control over his martial soul, how could he have "forgotten" to withdraw his possession? Yet, she couldn't find any evidence...

"Tomorrow... find someone else to hunt your soul ring..."

Bibi Dong ultimately left only these words behind, forcing herself to maintain a dignified posture as she hurried out of the Pope Palace.

However, her slightly unsteady gait and trembling legs betrayed her true state at that moment.

Mu Junyu watched Bibi Dong's retreating figure, a smug, wicked smile curling the corners of his lips.

On the system interface, a new notification stood out prominently: [Conquest Progress: 35%]

"Oh, Teacher, my dear Teacher..." Mu Junyu whispered to himself.

"This is only the beginning..."

Under the shroud of night, the Holy Son's Palace within Martial Soul Hall was brightly lit.

Mu Junyu leaned lazily against a soft couch covered in velvet; his seven-year-old body was already beginning to show the silhouette of a young man.

Four maids dressed in light gauze knelt around him, skillfully massaging him.

Lighter, yes... right there.

Mu Junyu commanded with his eyes closed, his voice carrying a maturity that belied his age.

The perfect amount of pressure made him hum with comfort.

These maids were personally selected by Bibi Dong. Nominally, they were there to look after the Holy Son's daily life, but in reality, they had all undergone special training; they had to understand the path of soul master cultivation while being proficient in various arts of service.

The purpose of their existence was simply to serve the Holy Son.

"Your Highness, was today's cultivation very exhausting?"

The maid kneeling by his head asked softly, her slender fingers massaging his temples.

Mu Junyu's lips curled upward as he recalled the sight of Bibi Dong fleeing in a panic earlier that day.

"It was very rewarding..."

He answered with a double meaning, his small hand playfully patting the "phoenix tail" of the maid beside him.

A little lower.

The maids had long since grown accustomed to the Holy Son's behavior, which far exceeded his age.

At first, they were surprised as to why a seven-year-old child would have so many "demands," but over time, they were won over by the innate aura of a superior that Mu Junyu possessed.

"I heard... the Pope ended her official duties early today?"

Another maid asked cautiously, her hands gently massaging Mu Junyu's calves.

Mu Junyu suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of playfulness flashing in his obsidian-like pupils.

"Teacher... she was indeed quite tired."

He thought of the way her body had trembled beneath her robes and couldn't help but lick his lips.

On the system interface, the [Bibi Dong Status] column still displayed the words [Soul Power Disarray].

Mu Junyu was very satisfied with today's "results."

Although Bibi Dong said she wouldn't accompany him to hunt for his soul ring tomorrow, he knew that this proud Pope teacher would ultimately never escape the palm of his hand.

"Your Highness, it is time for your medicinal bath." The head maid reminded him softly.

Mu Junyu nodded, allowing the maids to carry him into the bath that had already been prepared.

Various rare medicinal herbs floated in the pool water, specially formulated by Martial Soul Hall to nourish his unique liquid martial soul.

As the warm water enveloped his entire body, Mu Junyu sighed in comfort.

One maid knelt by the edge of the pool, gently washing his hair, while another carefully massaged his arms.

If the outside world knew that the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall enjoyed such a luxurious life, it would surely cause a massive uproar.

"Tomorrow, I head to the Star Dou Forest..."

Mu Junyu muttered to himself, his small hand restlessly gripping the wrist of the maid who was bathing him.

"Tonight, you must serve me well."

The maids exchanged smiles, having long since figured out the temperament of this young Holy Son. Although he was still young, Mu Junyu's understanding of the word "enjoyment" was something that even many adult nobles would be ashamed to compare themselves to.

In the dead of night, Mu Junyu stood alone on the balcony of his bedchamber, gazing toward the direction of the Pope Palace.

Under the moonlight, his expression was no longer the mischievous one he wore during the day, but one filled with deep, calculating intent.

Mu Junyu watched the purple-black liquid flowing across his palm and whispered softly.

This martial soul could not only erode the flesh but could also slowly corrode the human heart.

And his teacher, Bibi Dong, was unknowingly becoming his most perfect... masterpiece.

In the distance, the lights of the Pope Palace were still shining.

Mu Junyu was very curious; was Bibi Dong still feeling unsettled about the events of the day at this very moment?

Thinking of this, the smile on his face grew even more profound.

"Your Highness Holy Son!"

A maid hurried into the room, her face showing a hint of panic.

"His Highness Xue has arrived and is already in the front hall!"

Mu Junyu frowned.

"All of you, withdraw. Tell her I have already gone to sleep." He quickly ordered, his figure flashing as he dove under the silk quilt, closing his eyes to feign a deep slumber.

The maids efficiently cleared away the massage tools and the traces of the medicinal bath. The head maid had just finished adjusting the collar of Mu Junyu's sleeping robe when the doors to the bedchamber were pushed open.

"Asleep so early?"

Qian Renxue's cold, clear voice rang out from the doorway.