Master, I Haven't Even Used My Full Strength Yet-Why Did You Surrender?

A sliver of sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, falling softly on the overlapping shadows in the room.

"A-Qing."

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a weariness and softness he had never heard before, like a bow that had been stretched too long finally emitting a soft sound of being unable to bear the burden.

Lin Qingmo paused.

"Sister Eastern Emperor? What's wrong?"

Bibi Dong pursed her lips, a thin layer of mist veiling her deep purple eyes, and traces of undried tears at the corners of her eyes.

Her breathing was much more rapid than usual.

She was like a flower drenched by a downpour, her petals and stem radiating a thoroughly soaked wetness.

She looked at him, her expression indescribably complex.

There was satisfaction, shyness, love, and a Sisi of grievance.

"I... I'm tired."

The way these three words came from the mouth of a Titled Douluo carried a strange sense of incongruity.

"Ah?"

Lin Qingmo was stunned.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the light leaking in through the gap in the curtains—it had changed from moonlight to sunlight.

It was a pale golden color, with the crispness unique to the early morning.

The faint sounds of vendors hawking their wares at the Heaven Dou City morning market drifted in from outside the window; the breakfast vendors were already setting up their stalls.

Lin Qingmo's expression froze instantly.

"Is it dawn?"

His voice carried a belated sense of astonishment.

Bibi Dong nodded weakly.

Lin Qingmo looked down at his Master, then at himself, and felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Reason returned faster than lightning.

The string called "self-control" has been reconnected.

"Sister Eastern Emperor, I..."

He hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry! I went too far! I pushed my luck! I—"

He apologized while inwardly cursing himself.

Lin Qingmo Lin Qingmo, were you born in the Year of the Dog?

But then again...

He stole a glance at the stunningly beautiful face beneath him, and his heart skipped a beat.

You can't entirely blame him!

The Master who doesn't resist at all is so delicious, so easy to bully, and so irresistible.

That's the mighty Eastern Emperor Douluo.

His dignified master, who could make him sit up straight with just a glance.

The result was that he bit his lip, suppressing his voice, his eyes reddening, unable to utter a word of refusal.

I simply can't bear to stop!

"A-Qing."

Bibi Dong's voice interrupted his self-criticism.

He saw her gazing at him with a gentle, tender look.

The weariness in those Purple Eyes hadn't faded, but there was more of a proud joy in them.

"It's okay."

Bibi Dong raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek.

"No matter when or where... I can always make A-Qing happy, but right now, I'm really tired."

As she spoke, a helpless expression appeared on her face, and the corners of her mouth curved into a self-deprecating smile.

"A-Qing's stamina and energy... are too abundant, it's as if they will never stop."

When she asked this question, Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of shame that she tried hard to hide but couldn't conceal.

She turned her head slightly, lowered her eyelashes, and dared not look at him.

A Titled Douluo, the Pope the Spirit Hall, and the most powerful female Soul Master on the continent, actually begged for mercy from her own disciple in this matter.

If this gets out, it will be a huge problem.

And she was genuinely confused.

It wasn't like this before.

In every previous "special training" session, she was in complete control.

Everything happens at her own pace; when to start and when to end is entirely up to her.

But now the roles are completely reversed.

Once Lin Qingmo regained consciousness and took control, he was like a wild Soul Beast, completely unlike a human.

Lin Qingmo touched his nose, a slightly embarrassed expression appearing on his face, but the smugness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"It must be because of my Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Tree of Life and Destruction."

He paused, organizing his thoughts.

"Its characteristic is that it can maintain the flow of vitality in any environment."

"No matter how much Soul Power and physical strength is consumed, it will be continuously replenished. Therefore..."

He glanced at Bibi Dong, the pride in his eyes becoming even more pronounced.

"So this is one of my strengths, and it's normal that I'm a little better than others..."

Bibi Dong: "..."

a little?

Is this what you call a little bit?

She silently calculated in her mind and felt that "a hundred million" would be a more appropriate description.

However, considering the characteristics of Lin Qingmo's Martial Soul, she felt relieved.

The Blue Silver Tree of Life and Destruction is indeed an extremely special Martial Soul; she has personally witnessed its evolution process.

At that time, that life force even influenced her in turn.

The violent and bloodthirsty thoughts that had been lingering in her mind dissipated after she came into contact with the power of the Blue Silver Tree of Life and Destruction and Death.

It was as if the influence of the Rakshasa God 'God Trial on the spirit had been neutralized by some kind of force.

Thinking of the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong's thoughts drifted away for a moment.

But Lin Qingmo tightened his grip, drawing her attention back.

Let's cherish this moment.

Lin Qingmo's hand gently stroked Bibi Dong's long hair, when he suddenly remembered the important reason he had come to see his Master today.

He was almost blinded by beauty and forgot all about it.

"Oh, right, Sister Eastern Emperor."

His voice became more serious. "I want to ask you something."

"Um?"

"How are those four single-attribute clans doing now?"

Bibi Dong leaned against him, stiffening slightly.

The four major clans—Power, Agility, Defense, and Destruction—are currently imprisoned in the Spirit Hall's dungeon.

But she couldn't say that; if she did, it would be tantamount to admitting that she was a member of the Spirit Hall.

"Still locked up." Her tone was calm and indifferent. "A-Qing asked so suddenly, is there something you're planning?"

Lin Qingmo nodded, his expression turning serious.

"I'm wondering if there's any possibility of them subduing them?"

Bibi Dong raised her eyes, somewhat surprised. "You plan to bring them under your command?"

"Give it a try."

Lin Qingmo looked out the window, his thoughts racing.

"The four Clan Head each have their own agendas."

"Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan has a blood feud with the Clear Sky Sect and hates Tang Hao to the bone."

"Give him a chance to take revenge on Tang Hao, and the chances of winning him over are the highest."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, without saying a word.

In fact, in her opinion, Yang Wudi was the most difficult.

Because it was the Spirit Hall that slaughtered his Breaking Clan, and now it is the Spirit Hall that has captured them.

However, A-Qing was unaware of this.

"The Defense Clan doesn't have that deep affection for the Clear Sky Sect; they're more like objects that can be subdued."

"But the other two are more tricky."

Lin Qingmo's tone turned serious. "Tai Tan, the Clan Head of the Strength Clan, is Tang Hao's staunchest and most loyal follower."

"This kind of person cannot be subdued."

"So?" Bibi Dong asked calmly.

"If he doesn't submit, just kill him. Keeping him alive will only cause trouble."

Bibi Dong's lips curved into a slight smile.

Her A-Qing was indeed decisive and ruthless in some ways, and that was more appealing to her than anything else.

"What about the Speed Clan?"

"Bai He?"

Lin Qingmo's expression turned amused.

"Bai He is indeed related to the Clear Sky Sect. But he has a weakness: his daughter."

Bibi Dong was taken aback. "Daughter?"

"Bai Chenxiang."

Lin Qingmo's lips curled up. "The daughter of Bai He, the Clan Head of the Speed Clan, is a member of my team."

Bibi Dong quickly realized, "You want to use Bai Chenxiang as a bargaining chip?"

"More or less."

Lin Qingmo shrugged. "As long as Bai He comes out, a little threat will do. Plus, his daughter is with me, so even if he's unwilling, he'll have to think twice."

Looking at Lin Qingmo's matter-of-fact expression, Bibi Dong suddenly felt a complex mix of emotions.

There was both admiration and an indescribable flutter in my heart.

Her A-Qing has grown to this level in her ability to manipulate people's hearts.

"I understand."

She nestled back into his arms, closed her eyes, and said, "I will take care of this for you."

"Mmm." Lin Qingmo gently wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Thank you, Sister Eastern Emperor."

Bibi Dong didn't speak, but simply found a more comfortable position in his arms, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

"A-Qing."

"Um?"

"Let me sleep for a while."

Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were speaking with her last breath.

"I was really too tired before."

After saying this, her breathing became long and even, and a satisfied smile appeared on her beautiful sleeping face.