Douluo: The Venom System Is Awesome

[Deep within the host's sea of consciousness. Detected successful absorption of special soul ring: Life Devourer, approximately 8,800 years.]

[Analyzing soul ring characteristics: Core abilities 'Devour', 'Convert', and 'Mimic' have reached 100% compatibility with the Heart-Eroding Venom (Venom Symbiote) within the host.]

[[Soul ring energy has perfectly fused, triggering the system's deep evolution program.]]

[Third soul skill generated: Devourer.]

[Soul skill effects:]

1. Active Devour: Can actively release devouring tentacles to consume the life force, soul power, and characteristics of any living or energy-based entities touched.

If the devouring fails, it will cause massive damage once the devouring period ends! 2. Passive Conversion: Converts the devoured essence into pure energy, partially used to replenish personal consumption, and partially stored or used to strengthen the host's physical constitution.

Increases cultivation speed; the targets that can be devoured will significantly strengthen as the host's Soul Power Level increases.

3. Mimicry Simulation: Based on the core genetic information obtained through devouring, can simulate the partial appearance, aura, and even low-level innate abilities of the life form for a certain period (the degree of simulation is related to the completeness of the devouring and the host's strength).

[System evolving... Fusing 'Devour' rules... Database expanding... Parsing functions enhanced... Energy conversion efficiency increased...]

[Evolution preliminarily complete. System version updated. Providing stronger assistance for the host to explore higher realms.]

The vast amount of information caused Mu Junyu's consciousness to tremble.

He never expected that absorbing this soul ring would not only grant him a powerful third soul skill but also directly trigger a system evolution!

'Devourer... Mimicry ability... System evolution...'

As he digested this information, a surge of immense ecstasy welled up in his heart.

This soul skill was practically tailor-made for his Symbiote martial soul!

And the system's evolution meant that his future path of growth would be even smoother!

"This is great!"

Mu Junyu's consciousness couldn't help but cheer; this adventure was worth it!

His consciousness withdrew from that brilliant system space, and a heavy sense of exhaustion washed over him like a tide.

But it was far better than the complete collapse he had felt before.

Mu Junyu's consciousness returned first, and his senses began to slowly recover.

The first thing he felt was an extremely familiar, cold, and refreshing fragrance that put his mind at ease, faintly lingering at the tip of his nose.

Immediately after, he felt his head resting upon something indescribably soft.

It was warm and elastic, accompanied by extremely light, rhythmic undulations that made him feel so comfortable he almost didn't want to wake up.

He groggily opened his heavy eyelids; his vision was blurry at first, then gradually focused.

What met his eyes was not bed curtains, but a luxurious, soft white-gold fabric, delicate in texture, embroidered with intricate and mysterious patterns in gold thread.

His gaze shifted slightly upward, and his entire field of vision was completely occupied by two towering, impressively curved mountain peaks.

The peaks were clustered together, stretching the Pope's robe into a heart-stopping shape; so close that he could even feel the astonishing resilience and heat contained beneath...

Mu Junyu's brain crashed for a second, then he suddenly realized where he was and in what position he was lying!

He stiffened, then tried to lift his head, bit by bit, extremely slowly, attempting to look past the majestic mountains blocking his view to see what was above.

However, this slight movement seemed to disturb the owner of those peaks.

An extremely soft moan, carrying the lazy nasal tone of someone just waking up, came from above.

Immediately after, Mu Junyu felt a cool, soft hand gently rest on his forehead, as if testing his body temperature.

"Awake?"

Bibi Dong's unique voice, carrying a hint of post-sleep hoarseness that was completely different from her usual majesty, came from above his head.

The voice was very close; clearly, she had maintained this position the entire time.

Mu Junyu froze completely, not daring to move, feeling his heart beating like a drum.

He... he had actually been resting his head on his teacher's lap for the entire night?! And almost buried his face in her chest?!

"You worried me to death... you brat... don't take such risks next time..."

Bibi Dong's voice came from above the unseen mountains.

Chapter 64: Mother...

Hearing Bibi Dong's gentle reprimand, filled with sleepiness and worry, Mu Junyu's heart beat even faster.

But his mind raced, and he made a decision in an instant—play dumb! Fully utilize this "just woke up, feeling groggy" state!

"Ugh... Teacher..."

He let out a vague murmur, as if he had truly just awakened from a deep coma and his consciousness was still unclear.

Then, his arms appeared to support his body weakly, and he groggily tried to sit up.

However, his "weak" arms suddenly gave way, and just as his upper body lifted halfway, he lost his balance and lunged forward!

His face, perfectly positioned, buried itself deep into the secluded valley between those towering, cold-scented, warm mountains that were right in front of him!

"Hmm!"

Bibi Dong was caught off guard, letting out a short, startled gasp as her body trembled instinctively.

The sudden sensation of a warm face pressed tightly against her brought her to full consciousness in an instant, leaving her entire body frozen stiff!

Mu Junyu took the opportunity to greedily inhale that incredibly alluring scent, the extreme softness and resilience against his cheek nearly causing him to lose control.

But he immediately forced himself to continue his performance, letting out an even weaker and more confused sound.

"Ugh... Teacher... I... where am I? My head is spinning... I have no strength left in my body..."

As he spoke, he acted as if he were truly frail, not only failing to pull away but instead, as if seeking support, unconsciously nuzzling deeper into that maddening valley.

Bibi Dong: "!!!"

She could clearly feel the contours and warmth of the boy's face, as well as the strange sensation, like an electric shock, that surged through her entire body from his "unconscious" rubbing.

A rush of hot blood surged to her cheeks and earlobes, leaving her both ashamed and annoyed, wanting to push him away immediately.

Yet, hearing his "weak" voice and his complaints of "dizziness," her raised hand paused in mid-air.

This wicked disciple! Is he truly dizzy or just faking it?!

Mu Junyu felt the stiffness of Bibi Dong's body and that momentary hesitation, rejoicing inwardly as he realized his "weakness" strategy was working.

He steeled his heart, deciding to see the act through to the end, even adding a dose of stronger medicine!

Far from pulling away, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist—which was supporting his head—as softly as a drowning man clutching a piece of driftwood.

His entire face buried deeper into that suffocating valley, greedily breathing in that cold yet enchanting air.

Then, he whimpered in a slurred, tearful tone, sounding incredibly aggrieved and lost.

"Mom... Mom... I miss you so much... Don't leave me..."

He had deliberately mentioned "Mom."

In the setting of this world, Mu Junyu was an orphan whose parents had both passed away.

It was the deepest pain and point of vulnerability in his heart.

He was gambling on the maternal tenderness hidden beneath Bibi Dong's cold exterior, a softness perhaps even she herself had never noticed.

Sure enough!

Hearing this helpless and clinging "Mom," and feeling the boy's slightly trembling body and tearful murmurs in her arms, Bibi Dong's heart felt as if it had been struck hard by something incredibly soft, instantly melting into a mess.

The previous shame, annoyance, and suspicion were instantly replaced by a surging tide of pity and heartache.

Yes, he was still just a child who had just experienced a life-or-death trial.

To think of his late mother while weak and unconscious, seeking comfort—how pitiful and helpless he was...

Her raised hand slowly descended, and instead of pushing him away, she began to stroke his sweat-dampened hair and back with unprecedented gentleness.

"Alright, alright... don't be afraid... Teacher... Teacher is here..."

Her voice softened and gentled involuntarily, carrying a sense of doting and heartache she hadn't even realized herself.

"It's okay now, it's all over..."

She even adjusted her posture slightly so he could lean against her more comfortably, as if she were truly soothing a frightened child.

However, the next moment, Mu Junyu's instinctual, boundary-crossing behavior made her freeze once again!

Perhaps it was the word "Mom" and her gentle stroking that gave him the wrong signal.

Perhaps the temptation of the Snow-Capped Red Plum so close at hand was too great, for he, in his dazed state, followed his infant-like instincts.

He actually opened his mouth and precisely latched onto Bibi Dong's Snow-Capped Red Plum, then subconsciously took a suck as if drinking milk tea!

"Ngh~!"

Bibi Dong gasped sharply, an incredibly intense, unprecedented current like lightning surging through her entire body from the point of attack.

It made her toes curl involuntarily, and her body went limp on one side in an instant!

This... this wicked disciple! What is he doing?!

She instinctively wanted to lash out, but looking down at the boy's closed eyes, his pale complexion, and his "helpless" appearance as if he were truly just seeking comfort.

The reprimand on the tip of her tongue was swallowed back down.

...He is just unconscious... He is too weak... He thinks I am his mother...

An incredibly complex emotion intertwined within Bibi Dong's heart.

Shame, absurdity, a trace of annoyance at being offended, but more than that, an overflowing maternal affection and a... indescribable... joy.

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed so red they seemed ready to drip blood, and finally, as if resigning herself to fate, she pressed gently on the back of his head with a sighing, trembling tone and whispered.

"Silly child... it's not here... there is nothing here..."

"But... if it makes you feel at ease... then I shall indulge you..."

She had actually tacitly consented to this utterly absurd behavior.

She let the strange, heart-fluttering sensation of Mu Junyu's sucking continue, enduring the feeling of being shattered by his attack, and continued to pat his back gently.

Time slipped away in an atmosphere of extreme absurdity and ambiguity.

Mu Junyu immersed himself in that soft, warm sensation and that cold yet intoxicating scent, relying on his perfect disguise of being "weak and helpless."

He greedily drank from the fruit he had dreamed of for so long.

His movements, clumsy at first, gradually became proficient as if he were a natural.

He would peck lightly at times, then trace with his tongue, searching for some source of life.

Bibi Dong's body went from initial stiffness to gradual calm, and finally, she lay almost completely limp upon the bed.

That continuous, incredibly clear sensation of suction was like the most intense artillery fire, wave after wave assaulting her absolute defenses.

Her purple-gold eyes had long since lost their focus, veiled in a layer of hazy confusion.

Her breathing was chaotic and scorching, and her stunning face was flushed with a sunset-like glow.

Her luxurious Pope robe had become somewhat wrinkled, revealing patches of skin that had turned red from their intense exchange.

Her mind was a blank slate; all her reason and dignity were submerged by that strange, shivering sensation of a lightning strike.

Chapter 65: Fleeing in Panic

Bibi Dong could only lie helplessly on her back, one hand unconsciously gripping whatever it could find, her knuckles turning white.

Perhaps it had already become a form of unconscious reliance, as her other hand cradled the head of the youth in her arms, her fingertips pressing into the hair atop his head.

"Mmm-ah... you brat..."

Faint, irrepressible nasal sounds occasionally escaped her lips.

They carried a heart-intoxicating sense of intoxication.

She felt like a fishing boat lost in a raging storm, forced to drift passively with the surging waves, all her persistence and composure shattered to pieces.

I do not know how much time passed; perhaps an hour, perhaps longer.

It lasted until Mu Junyu felt that his feigned unconsciousness was about to turn into actual sleep.