A Late-Night Conversation with Bibi Dong, Lin Ye: This Isn't Appropriate, Is It, Your Holiness the Pope?

"Lin Ye! Thank you so much for helping Guang Ling resolve this problem. You have no idea how much he suffered because of it throughout his life." Azure Luan Douluo solemnly patted Lin Ye on the shoulder, gratitude in his eyes.

Azure Luan and Guang Ling had the best relationship. They had known each other since they were young.

Upon hearing that, Guang Ling behind them could not help but tear up.

Mighty Lion Douluo teasingly said in his guileless manner, "Oh ho ho, Fifth Elder, you're nearly a hundred years old. Why are you still crying?"

"Go away! I'm not crying!" Guang Ling shoved Mighty Lion away and turned to look elsewhere.

Even prominent figures and powerful experts like them had each endured their own hardships along the way.

To the Lin Ye of the past, these Consecrated Elders had been lofty, unfamiliar powerhouses. To him, they had seemed like soulless shells—basically human-shaped machines, NPCs.

Helping Guang Ling had merely been a way for him to reasonably obtain the Immortal Herb.

But now, Lin Ye felt that these people had been given souls and emotions, and his original reason for helping Guang Ling had changed as well.

Seeing the emotions they showed one another, Lin Ye realized that he seemed to be entering their world.

A sincere smile appeared on his face. "It is this junior's honor to be able to help the Consecrated Elders."

"Good lad!"

Perhaps sincerity was the ultimate move.

They sensed Lin Ye's sincerity and all gathered around him, patting him with great satisfaction. Their eyes revealed a certain fondness for the younger generation.

Not far away, Qian Renxue, who had just left, saw the Seven Great Elders' dramatically changed attitude toward Lin Ye. Looking at the warm scene, she was utterly bewildered. "?????"

Qian Renxue: "What's going on? Why do I feel like the Consecrated Elders and Lin Ye are more like a family?"

For the next period of time, Lin Ye devoted himself wholeheartedly to the special training provided by the Seven Great Elders.

Not wanting to neglect his Soul Power cultivation, Lin Ye secretly cultivated until dawn after returning home each night once his daytime training was over.

Maintaining such intense cultivation, Lin Ye's strength grew stronger by the day.

During the special training, they would occasionally share the experiences and events of their lives with Lin Ye. Without realizing it, his relationship with the Consecrated Elders grew increasingly close.

More than three months later.

Lin Ye and the Consecrated Elders had already formed rather deep emotional bonds.

Most of them had no descendants. After more than three months of spending day and night together, they had practically begun nurturing Lin Ye as one of their own juniors.

It was also at this time that Lin Ye's Soul Power finally broke through from Rank 29 to Rank 30.

Before even reaching seven and a half years old, he had entered the Soul Elder realm.

Lin Ye immediately told Qian Daoliu the news.

They set off early the next morning to obtain a soul ring, so at dusk, Lin Ye went out to the streets of Spirit City to buy some ingredients and supplies.

By the time Lin Ye returned to Pope Palace, it was already nine at night.

As he made his way toward Worship Hall, a cold gust of wind suddenly swept over him, and a black shadow appeared ahead in the darkness.

"Kid, come with me. His Holiness the Pope wishes to see you."

A hoarse, low voice sounded out. The black shadow slowly turned around, a strange smile appearing on his face as he emerged before Lin Ye.

That face in the pitch-black night is pretty terrifying. He looks like a damn Ghost. Lin Ye frowned.

He knew who this person was.

One of Bibi Dong's two most capable subordinates—Gui Mei, the Rank 95 Ghost Douluo.

Bibi Dong suddenly summoning him could not mean anything good. It would be better not to go. Lin Ye smiled as he politely declined, "So it's Elder Gui Mei!"

"Why does His Holiness the Pope suddenly wish to see me? It doesn't seem appropriate to go at this hour. How about this—I'll take the initiative to visit His Holiness the Pope tomorrow."

"Heh. You should still come with me, kid."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Douluo directly took Lin Ye away.

Ghost Douluo sped wildly through the night. In less than ten seconds, they arrived at Bibi Dong's residence.

"So fast!" Lin Ye was startled inwardly.

He felt that Ghost Douluo's speed was not inferior to Guang Ling's at all.

Was this the speed of an agility-type Titled Douluo?

Ghost Douluo said gravely, "Go in. His Holiness the Pope is waiting for you in her room."

"Her room?" Lin Ye's heart tightened. Why does she want me in her room?

Fine, then. I'll meet this Bibi Dong and see what exactly she wants. Lin Ye tidied his disheveled hair and slowly stepped inside.

He made his way to the top floor, stopping in front of Bibi Dong's door.

Before Lin Ye could knock, Bibi Dong's voice came from within. "Come in, child."

Lin Ye pushed open the door and entered.

The room was large, exquisitely furnished, and tidy. There was no living room or extra rooms, only one large space and a curtained bathroom.

At that moment, Bibi Dong was lying in the bathtub behind the curtains.

Lin Ye could hear Bibi Dong playing with the water in the tub. Since the curtains were somewhat translucent, he could vaguely see her through them, yet not truly see her.

He could roughly make out Bibi Dong's posture in the bathtub.

She was reclining, one slender leg raised, while her delicate hand washed and caressed it.

It was an incredibly alluring sight.

But Lin Ye did not look any longer.

He knew very well that Bibi Dong deeply hated the Six-Winged Angel Clan and Worship Hall.

As Qian Daoliu's personal disciple and the heir of the Angel God, Lin Ye had likely already been regarded as a threat by Bibi Dong.

With caution in his voice, he asked, "Your Holiness the Pope, why did you summon me so late at night?"

"Come in."

Bibi Dong's voice came again.

"W-what? You want me to come in?" Lin Ye froze, then said with a smile, "That doesn't seem appropriate, does it, Your Holiness the Pope? Aren't you bathing in there? It wouldn't be suitable for a man like me to enter."

"If I tell you to come in, then come in."

"Since you insist, then I'll come in."

If Bibi Dong was not afraid of being seen, what was there for him to fear?

Lin Ye stepped forward and pulled aside the curtain. For some reason, he felt a little nervous. It was strangely thrilling.

But once inside, he could not see anything.

Bibi Dong had already sat upright in the bathtub. The bathwater was infused with some medicinal soak and was murky, concealing her body beneath the water.

He could only see the deep scar on Bibi Dong's chest, along with her exposed collarbones and shoulders above it.

Her skin was exceptionally fair and delicate.

Beside her lay the sexy nightgown and underwear Bibi Dong intended to change into, all of them purple.

Yet with such a mature, feminine, peerlessly beautiful woman soaking before him, and knowing she was naked beneath the water, any ordinary lecher would probably have been unable to restrain himself.

But Lin Ye did not have any improper reaction, perhaps because of this body of his.

Bibi Dong said blandly, "Do you know how to massage? Come rub my shoulders."

What is this crazy woman trying to do? Why make things so provocative? Lin Ye rolled up his sleeves and walked behind Bibi Dong. "I know a little."

He released light-attribute energy around his fingers, decisively reached out with both hands, gripped Bibi Dong's snow-white, delicate shoulders, and began kneading them.

The instant he did, Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled violently. Her legs instinctively pressed together, and a strange sound escaped her lips. "Mmm~"