Bibi Dong: Only You Dare Take Advantage of Your Master

On a desolate ancient road in the far distance.

Sandstorms raged.

The remnants of the Shrek Team fled in panic like stray dogs.

Flender walked at the front without saying a word.

Dai Mubai was distraught, his steps unsteady like a drunkard.

Ma Hongjun was dejected, and even the jerky in his mouth couldn't taste anything.

The gap is too big.

It was so large it was despair-inducing.

We are both young people.

They were still basking in their pride at breaking through to the 30th or 40th level of Soul Elder or Soul Ancestor.

And that Lin Qingmo is already capable of taking on Titled Douluo one-on-one in the arena.

Even Tang Xiao, a level 96 Super Douluo, was sent flying by his opponent.

This chasm is farther than the distance between heaven and earth.

This prevents them from having any thoughts of catching up or being jealous.

Tang San, who was at the end of the group, was covered in bandages.

His pair of Purple Demon Eye were filled with twisted jealousy and hatred.

Tang San frantically analyzed the events of the day in his mind.

Something's not right...

"Why would Uncle Tang Xiao and the seven elders suddenly descend upon Spirit City to capture Xiao Wu?"

"I have never mentioned to the sect that Xiao Wu is Transformed Soul Beast."

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

"It's my father!"

"It must have been Father who secretly informed the Clear Sky Sect!"

Thinking of this, Tang San gritted his teeth.

That damn Lin Qingmo!

They not only stole the championship that originally belonged to Shrek.

He even bravely stepped forward to protect Xiao Wu!

Of course, Tang San was not after Xiao Wu's Spirit Ring and Soul Bone; he simply wanted Xiao Wu to return to his side.

"Stop!"

A cold, hoarse shout suddenly rang out from around the corner of the ancient road.

Berserk, murderous aura descended from the sky.

Flender was startled and quickly raised his hand to stop the group.

A tall, pale-faced figure in a black robe floated down from the treetop.

That was Tang Xiao, the sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, who had just experienced the Ring Detonation and still had blood on the corner of his mouth!

Flender bowed respectfully, his heart pounding.

"Senior Tang Xiao, what brings you to our path?"

Tang Xiao didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

The oppressive aura made it hard for Flender and the others to breathe.

Tang Xiao's blood-red eyes were fixed on Tang San.

"The Xiao San."

"Your Clear Sky Hammer and your identity have been exposed."

"The Spirit Hall will soon issue an arrest warrant to hunt down the remnants of my Clear Sky Sect."

"Your disguise in the Heaven Dou Empire has been completely ruined; your identity can no longer be concealed."

"Go back to the Clear Sky Sect with your uncle immediately!"

Tang San was slightly taken aback.

He glanced at Dai Mubai and the others beside him, who were sitting like dead dogs.

He glanced again at the half-dead Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.

Without almost any hesitation, Tang San nodded decisively.

"Uncle! I'll go with you!"

There's no future in staying at Shrek.

Only by returning to the Clear Sky Sect and relying on the sect's resources can he have the capital to turn the tables and start over!

Yu Xiaogang, sitting in his wheelchair, was deathly pale.

Despair flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Yu Xiaogang opened his dry lips, trying to persuade his most proud disciple to stay.

"The mistress... the Xiao San..."

Tang Xiao suddenly turned his head, his cold, knife-like gaze sweeping fiercely across Yu Xiaogang's face.

The terrifying aura made Yu Xiaogang swallow the rest of his words.

The level 29 cripple shivered, shrinking his neck and not daring to say another word.

Tang Xiao snorted coldly.

He reached out and grabbed Tang San.

His entire body surged with a blood-red aura.

The two transformed into a streak of crimson light, soaring through the sky and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was a stunned Flender and the remnants of Shrek, now utterly abandoned.

late at night.

The wilderness campsite was completely silent.

Three powerful fluctuations of Soul Power echoed each other within the valley.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Bai Chenxiang have entered a state of deep fusion of their Soul Bone.

A long, dark shadow streaked across the night sky like Gui Mei.

The Blue Silver Domain silenced all movement and presence, and no one noticed his arrival.

Lin Qingmo stepped into the moonlight, easily avoiding the patrols and sentries of Spirit City.

He pushed open the hidden door at the back of the Pope Bedchamber.

The room was filled with the cool, elegant Night Dew Flower.

His Holiness the Pope, high above all others, was reclining on a soft couch, wearing a light gauze robe.

I heard a noise.

Bibi Dong slowly opened her beautiful, purplish-blue eyes, her clear, cold voice tinged with a barely perceptible hint of coquettishness.

"A daring little rascal."

"Teasing me in public wasn't enough, you even dare to sneak into my bedchamber in the middle of the night?"

Lin Qingmo's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Master."

"I came back specifically to settle your performance fee for today, my dear disciple."

The Night Dew Flower air wafted across the carved bed in the Pope Bedchamber.

The light gauze swayed gently.

Moonlight streamed through the glass windowpanes, shattering into countless silvery fragments on the floor.

The revelry lasted until midnight.

His Holiness the Pope, once so high and mighty, was now completely paralyzed and limp.

She leaned her delicate body against Lin Qingmo's broad shoulder.

Her snow-white skin glowed with an alluring pink.

Her eyes were slightly moist, brimming with indescribable tenderness and languor.

The Pope, who usually commands respect and exudes an aura of authority on Spirit Plaza, was nowhere to be seen in his current domineering presence.

Such a contrast is truly breathtaking.

However, Lin Qingmo is currently in a state of enlightenment.

Bibi Dong stretched out her long, jade-like fingers and gently traced circles on his chest with her fingertips.

"You little rascal."

Are you satisfied with my cooperation and performance in the Central Plaza today?

Her voice was hoarse with exhaustion and a touch of coquettishness.

Lin Qingmo took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her slender and supple waist.

He lowered his head and gave her a big kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied."

"Master's acting skills and domineering presence today are truly unique across the entire continent."

"And incidentally, I slapped those old bones from the Clear Sky Sect so hard their faces were swollen."

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Press your ear against his heart and listen to his steady, powerful heartbeat.

"Yes, I'm not lying."

"You little rascal, at least you have a conscience."

"I've done all the work for you today, even though I'm acting like the Pope."

"Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he vomited blood and collapsed on the spot, while Tang San was carried away like a stray dog."

"It's really pleasing to the eye."

Lin Qingmo.

"Of course."

"Yu Xiaogang boasted of his unparalleled theoretical knowledge, yet he couldn't even grasp the most basic aspects of human nature."

"Trying to use some grand righteous cause to blackmail the Spirit Hall? It's laughable."

"As for Tang San, having lost the halo of the Clear Sky Sect and the so-called legitimate title, he is now nothing more than a desperate and discarded pawn."

"Today's performance was worth 100 points, and I'd give my Master 99."

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows and lifted her eyelids to stare at him.

"Oh? Where was that point deducted?"

"Your Master is too charming; I'm afraid you'll become too proud."

Lin Qingmo, his hand restlessly squeezing her soft flesh.

Bibi Dong burst out laughing.

She glanced at him sideways with her beautiful eyes and said coquettishly, "You smooth talker."

"Only you dare to talk to me like that."

"If it were anyone else, I would have taken their head by now."

"No one else could get their hands on His Holiness the Pope." Lin Qingmo embraced her delicate body, his fingertips running through her long purple hair.

"Stop being so cheeky," Bibi Dong pinched him in an annoyed tone.