Bibi Dong and Ah Yin, Destined to Clash

A salty Sea Breeze gently blows across the golden sand.

The towering waves stirred up by Xiao Bai Demon Soul Great White Shark gradually receded into the distance.

She carried Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and their group, disappearing completely into the azure horizon.

Lin Qingmo then slowly turned around.

His gaze fell upon the quiet depths of the dense forest to his side.

A mischievous, playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Master, everyone has gone far away."

"How much longer do you intend to hang on this treetop, you dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall?"

After he finished speaking, a gentle breeze stirred.

A dazzling, deep purple-blue afterimage suddenly appeared deep within the silent woods.

A fragrant aroma wafted over.

It was the unique Night Dew Flower deep within the Pope Bedchamber, so strong that it made Lin Qingmo a little intoxicated.

A graceful figure swept across the void.

In the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong bumped directly into Lin Qingmo's arms.

Her long, slender arms, as beautiful as jade, wrapped tightly around the boy's neck.

Her voluptuous, alluring body pressed tightly against him.

"Master, what's wrong...?"

Lin Qingmo hadn't even had a chance to make a joke.

Bibi Dong had already grabbed his elbow and was dragging him towards the deepest, most primitive and secluded part of the dense forest.

The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the branches and leaves rustled softly.

This hardly resembles a high and mighty Pope inspection tour.

This is clearly a scene of forcibly abducting a bandit's wife.

"Master, slow down, where are you taking me?"

Bibi Dong didn't answer at all.

Dragging him along, they ran for miles, heading straight for the deep forest with its towering ancient trees.

Under a thousand-year-old oak tree that would require several people to encircle, Bibi Dong suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned around and pressed Lin Qingmo firmly against the rough tree trunk.

"Sizzle--"

The hem of the Pope robe made a soft rustling sound as it brushed against the tree branch.

Bibi Dong's usually dignified, cold, and aloof face, which looked down upon the world, was now adorned with an extremely eerie blush.

His cyan pupils were glistening with moisture.

Her delicate tongue gently licked her alluringly glossy red lips.

The heavy, scalding breath struck Lin Qingmo's collarbone directly.

"A-Qing."

"It's so boring staying in the palace."

"Don't you want to try something more exciting and wilder?"

These words, coming from the noble and aloof Pope, were even more shocking than Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill.

Lin Qingmo froze for half a second.

His extensive knowledge and experience allowed him to instantly grasp Bibi Dong's meaning.

In this desolate wilderness, the sky is my blanket and the earth my bed.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, and the distant roars of beasts can be heard.

This usually aloof and arrogant His Holiness the Pope actually wanted to have an open-air brawl with him.

Lin Qingmo thought to himself, "Wow!"

Contrast!

That's the ultimate contrast!

On the Spirit Plaza, she was the ruler of the Spirit Hall, whose power could suppress the entire continent with a wave of her hand.

In front of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, she was a cold, ruthless, and unapproachable God-Level powerhouse.

Yet, in secret, in this dark and secluded forest unknown to anyone, she transforms into a fervent little woman yearning to be conquered.

"Since Master is in such a good mood, wouldn't it be disrespectful of me not to accompany him to the end?"

Lin Qingmo's lips curled up, and his eyes blazed with a fervent fighting spirit.

Since his Master had said so, he didn't bother with any more words and just got to work.

What social customs and etiquette?

What Pope majesty?

None of these exist here.

Much later.

The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased deep in the dense forest.

The bent branches gradually straightened.

Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the tree trunk.

Her long, slender, fair legs were casually crossed, gleaming with a captivating sheen.

She tidied her disheveled purple robe, looking slightly tired, but her brows and eyes revealed a sense of ease and relaxation after a good time.

The Pope, usually so decisive and efficient, now appeared somewhat languid and endearing.

"You little rascal, it seems you enjoy this kind of thrill too."

Bibi Dong glared at him, her voice tinged with a slightly hoarse, coquettish tone.

Lin Qingmo was about to put on his coat.

Unexpected changes occurred suddenly.

A warm, jade-like blue light suddenly shone from his chest.

A soft, azure light intertwined and swirled.

An elegant and graceful figure gradually materialized in the void.

Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin appeared out of thin air.

A long, deep blue dress hugged her graceful figure.

The once elegant and noble Blue Silver Emperor now had an extremely complex blush on her gentle and delicate face.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with indescribable emotions.

There was shame, there was forbearance, and there was an almost overwhelming sourness.

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows slightly.

His deep, purplish-blue eyes fell on Ah Yin.

She recognized him almost instantly.

"Blue Silver Emperor?"

Bibi Dong's red lips curved into a playful smile.

"What are you trying to do by running out at this time?"

Ah Yin completely ignored Bibi Dong's questioning.

As the Soul Spirit residing within Lin Qingmo's body, she witnessed the entire earth-shattering battle in the dense forest firsthand.

Ah Yin bit her delicate lower lip tightly.

Tiny streaks of blood were almost seeping from the corners of his lips.

envy.

That was a mad, bone-deep jealousy.

Why can Bibi Dong so brazenly monopolize him?

Why should I be relegated to being a bystander, watching the show from the shadows?

Under Bibi Dong's teasing gaze, Ah Yin actually took a step and slowly walked up to Lin Qingmo and hugged him.

Lin Qingmo froze on the spot.

Goodness!

This is Ah Yin!

Is it really necessary to be this exciting?

"Ah Yin, what you've done..."

Lin Qingmo lowered his head and stroked her deep blue hair, speaking softly.

Ah Yin raised her gentle, pretty face, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, and stared intently at Lin Qingmo.

She wanted to prove her existence.

She wanted to have a place in this man's heart.

Seeing Bibi Dong was not angry at all. Instead, she reached out her slender hand and put her arm around Lin Qingmo's shoulder.

He whispered in the boy's ear, his breath sweet as orchids, teasingly.

"Hehe, A-Qing."

"Your methods of training people are getting more and more sophisticated."

"Even Tang Hao's beloved grass spirit Ah Yin, has been tamed by you to be so obedient and docile? You've even gone so far as to do such intimate things."

Hearing Bibi Dong's teasing, Lin Qingmo's lips twitched slightly.

I'm innocent!

A tremendous injustice.

He never intentionally trained Ah Yin.

He could clearly feel the overwhelming sourness emanating from Ah Yin at this moment, a sourness that seemed to ignite the air itself.

The usually gentle, considerate, and soft-spoken Blue Silver Emperor was now screaming wildly through every cell of his body.

She wants some too.

She Bibi Dong possessed.

That frantic display of possessiveness also provoked Bibi Dong, who was standing nearby.

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows slightly.

A flicker of competitive spirit suddenly flashed in his eyes, which had been watching the show with amusement.

This plant spirit dares to monopolize A-Qing right in front of me?

Do you think I, the Pope, am just a figurehead?

Bibi Dong snorted coldly.

Beneath her noble and elegant Pope robes, her long, beautiful legs, which could captivate all, were slightly bent.

The high and mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Compared to the former Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor.

One on the left and one on the right, one purple and one blue.

"Hiss!"

Lin Qingmo gasped.

I felt a surge of heat rush to the top of my head, and my blood instantly boiled to its peak.

This scene...

That's even wilder than taking on ten Titled Douluo single-handedly.

"Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang, if you two saw this scene, you'd probably be so angry that all your Spirit Ring would explode and you'd die coughing up blood, right?"

Lin Qingmo couldn't help but feel a surge of inspiration and wanted to compose a poem.

Wearing purple robes and blue leaves, they concealed their sharp edges, and knelt before each other, vying to offer wine.

We once swore oaths as firm as mountains and seas, now we vie for a single glance to serve you.