Late-Night Talk with Bibi Dong, Lin Ye: "Isn't this inappropriate, Your Holiness the Pope?"

"Lin Ye! I am truly grateful that you helped Guang Ling resolve this issue. You have no idea how much he has suffered because of it throughout his life." Azure Luan Douluo patted Lin Ye's shoulder solemnly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Azure Luan and Guang Ling shared the closest of bonds, having known each other since their youth.

Hearing these words, Guang Ling, standing behind them, could not help but let his eyes well up with tears.

Mighty Lion Douluo teased him with a hearty laugh, "Yo-ho-ho, Old Five, you're nearly a hundred years old, why are you still shedding tears?"

"Go away! I am not!" Guang Ling shoved Mighty Lion and turned his head to look elsewhere.

Even for great figures and powerhouses as illustrious as them, the journey of life had not been without its own hardships.

To the former Lin Ye, these Worship Elders were merely distant, high-and-mighty powerhouses; to him, they were like soulless husks—in short, NPCs.

Helping Guang Ling had been nothing more than a means to justify obtaining the Immortal Herb.

But now, Lin Ye felt as though these people had been imbued with souls and emotions, and his original intent for helping Guang Ling had shifted.

Seeing the raw display of emotion between them, Lin Ye realized that he had begun to step into their world.

A sincere smile appeared on his face: "It is this humble one's honor to be of service to the Worship Elders."

"Good lad!"

Perhaps sincerity truly is the ultimate technique.

They felt Lin Ye's genuine nature, crowding around him one after another to pat him with great satisfaction, their eyes revealing a touch of affection for a younger generation.

Not far away, Qian Renxue, who had just been leaving, saw the drastic change in the Seven Great Elders' attitude toward Lin Ye. The heartwarming scene left her completely bewildered: "?????"

Qian Renxue: What is going on? Why does it feel like the Worship Elders and Lin Ye are a family?

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

To ensure his soul power cultivation did not fall behind, Lin Ye would accept the special training during the day and secretly cultivate until the early hours of the morning after returning home.

Maintaining this high-intensity training, Lin Ye's strength grew stronger with each passing day.

During the special training, they would occasionally share their life experiences and pasts with Lin Ye, and before he knew it, his relationship with the Worship Elders grew better and better.

Three months later.

Lin Ye and the Worship Elders had already formed a relatively deep emotional bond.

Most of them had no heirs of their own, and after more than three months of day-and-night companionship, they had come to regard Lin Ye as a junior of their own household to be nurtured.

It was also at this time that Lin Ye's soul power finally broke through from level 29 to level 30.

Not yet seven and a half years old, he had stepped into the realm of a Soul Elder.

Lin Ye immediately informed Qian Daoliu of this news.

They set a time to depart early tomorrow morning to obtain a soul ring, so he took advantage of the evening to go out to the streets of Martial Soul City to buy some ingredients and supplies.

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

He walked toward the Worship Hall when a cold wind suddenly blew, and a dark shadow appeared in the darkness ahead.

"Lad, come with me. His Holiness the Pope requests your presence."

A hoarse, low voice drifted over. The dark shadow slowly turned around, a strange smile appearing on his face before Lin Ye.

This face is quite terrifying to look at in the pitch-black night; he's like a damn ghost. Lin Ye frowned.

He knew who this person was.

One of the two capable lieutenants under Bibi Dong, Gui Mei, the level 95 Ghost Douluo.

Bibi Dong suddenly coming to find him could not possibly be for anything good. It would be better if he didn't go, so Lin Ye smiled and politely declined: "So it is Elder Gui Mei!"

"Why does His Holiness the Pope suddenly want to see me? It's not very appropriate to go at this hour of the night. How about this, I will go see His Holiness the Pope myself tomorrow."

"Heh, you had better come along, lad."

No sooner had the words fallen than Ghost Douluo whisked Lin Ye away.

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

So fast! Lin Ye felt a jolt of shock.

He felt that Ghost Douluo's speed was in no way inferior to Guang Ling's.

Is this the speed of an agility-attack system Title Douluo?

Ghost Douluo said in a deep voice: "Go in. His Holiness the Pope is waiting for you in the room."

The room? Lin Ye felt a tightness in his chest: Why go to a room?

Whatever, I might as well meet this Bibi Dong and see what she is actually planning. Lin Ye smoothed his messy hair and slowly stepped inside.

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

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

Lin Ye pushed the door open and entered.

The room was large, exquisite, and tidy. There was no living room and no extra chambers; it was just one large space with a bathroom hidden behind a curtain.

At this moment, Bibi Dong was lying in the bathtub behind the curtain.

Lin Ye heard the sound of Bibi Dong splashing in the bathtub. Because the curtain was somewhat translucent, it created a sensation of being able to see yet not quite see, a hazy, flickering impression.

He could vaguely make out the posture Bibi Dong was lying in within the tub.

She was reclined, one leg raised with her jade foot exposed, while her slender, jade-like hands were washing and caressing her leg.

The scene was incredibly soul-stirring.

But Lin Ye did not look for long.

He was well aware that deep down, Bibi Dong harbored intense hatred for the Six-Winged Angel clan and the Worship Hall.

And as the personal disciple of Qian Daoliu and the heir to the Angel God, he, Lin Ye, was likely already viewed by Bibi Dong as a hidden threat.

With a sense of vigilance, he said, "Your Holiness the Pope, it is so late; why did you summon me here?"

"Come in."

Bibi Dong's voice drifted out.

"Wha... what? You want me to come in?" Lin Ye was stunned, then said with a smile, "That wouldn't be appropriate, Your Holiness. Aren't you bathing inside? It would be highly improper for a man like me to enter."

"I told you to come in, so come in."

"Since that is the case, then I shall enter."

If Bibi Dong wasn't afraid of being seen, what did he have to be afraid of?

Lin Ye stepped forward and pushed aside the curtain, though for some reason, he felt a bit nervous; it was strangely thrilling.

However, once inside, he couldn't see anything.

Bibi Dong had sat upright in the bathtub. The bathwater was infused with some kind of medicinal soak, making it murky and obscuring her body beneath the surface.

He could only see a deep scar on her chest, along with her collarbone and shoulders exposed above the water.

Her skin was incredibly fair and delicate.

Beside the tub lay the sexy pajamas and undergarments she intended to change into, all of them purple.

Yet, with such a mature and feminine peerless beauty soaking right before him, and knowing she was stark naked, any other lecher would likely have lost all self-control.

But Lin Ye felt no untoward reaction; perhaps it was due to this body of his.

Bibi Dong said indifferently, "Do you know how to massage? Come over and knead my shoulders."

What is this madwoman actually trying to do? Setting up something so stimulating? Lin Ye thought to himself as he rolled up his sleeves and walked behind Bibi Dong. "I know a thing or two."

He channeled light-attribute energy into his fingers, decisively reached out, and gripped Bibi Dong's snow-white, delicate shoulders, beginning to knead them.

At that instant, Bibi Dong's graceful body shuddered violently, her legs instinctively clamped together, and a strange sound escaped her lips: "Mm~"