Nan Feng: You Cursing Again?

"This is impossible..." Bibi Dong instinctively wanted to refuse.

"Then there is nothing to discuss."

Nan Feng instantly reverted to his rogue-like demeanor. "In any case, I cannot hand over my life and death into your hands. You can just continue being the Saintess here, watching that old thing Qian Xunji recover from his injuries, and then continue to let him order you around."

"Oh, right, I heard Qian Xunji's recovery is going quite well lately. I reckon in another month or so, he'll be able to get out of bed. When that time comes, do you think he'll develop any strange ideas once he discovers an amnesiac Bibi Dong?"

"Oh! Dong'er! Don't you remember me? I am your most respected Master!"

"..."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by dark clouds, much like the gloomy state of Bibi Dong's heart at this moment.

A long time passed.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, a flash of resolute madness flickering in her purple eyes.

For an avenger, as long as she could drag that man into hell, any price was worth paying.

Even her soul!

"Fine."

"I will sign."

"Nan Feng, remember what you said. If you dare to obstruct my revenge after the contract is signed..."

"Rest assured." Nan Feng interrupted her. "As long as I want to live, I hope for you to become strong more than anyone else. After all, you are my host, and my future pillar of support."

"Come, open your heart and mind, and do not resist."

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness.

The purple-black soul of the Death Spider Emperor and Bibi Dong's human soul slowly drew closer.

This time, it was not a standoff of mutual suspicion, but a fusion without reservation.

Hum--!

In reality, Bibi Dong's body began to tremble violently.

Two massive soul powers collided fiercely within her, then began to crazily intertwine, entangle, and merge.

The sensation was extremely bizarre; it was not pain, but a numbing feeling of her soul being "invaded" and "filled."

Even someone with a will as tough as Bibi Dong's could not help but let out a soft moan, her face flushed, her hands gripping her collar tightly.

Time passed, though she knew not how long.

When the last trace of light faded, Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes.

At this moment, she could clearly feel an indelible mark deep within her soul. That mark was connected to Nan Feng; as long as she willed it, she could perceive his emotions, and vice versa.

"Done and dusted."

Nan Feng's lazy voice echoed in her mind, but this time, the voice seemed to come from the depths of her soul, carrying an indescribable sense of intimacy. "Congratulations, little Dong'er, now we are truly inseparable, through sickness and health, life and death."

Bibi Dong's mouth twitched, and she automatically filtered out his nonsense.

She stood up and looked at the pitch-black night outside the window, her killing intent no longer suppressible.

"Since the contract is made, you should fulfill your promise."

"Of course, but for the sake of safety, I have one more plan."

"...What are you going to do now?"

Bibi Dong soon left the Saintess Hall and headed toward the Pope Palace.

She did not hide her tracks; on the contrary, she walked there openly and honestly.

However, the one controlling this body at the moment was not the real Bibi Dong, but Nan Feng.

Those clear and bewildered eyes were something the current Bibi Dong did not possess.

"If you walk in so brazenly, and Qian Xunji really dies, everyone will know I was the last person to see him! I will be the prime suspect!"

Bibi Dong, within the Sea of Consciousness, was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Calm down. Do you think you wouldn't be if you snuck in?"

Nan Feng replied in her mind as he walked. "Qian Xunji being killed—such a major event, and Qian Daoliu's first suspect would be you. No matter how you hide, you are the primary suspect."

"So, we are playing a game of—doing the exact opposite of what is expected."

"As the saying goes, 'Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.' If it were truly you who wanted to kill someone, what would you do? You would definitely sneak around like a thief, right?"

"But by walking in openly like this, no one will think I am there to assassinate him. They will only think that the Saintess, whose brain isn't quite right, is having another episode and wants to find her teacher or her daughter."

"But once Qian Xunji is dead, everyone who saw me will become a witness!" Bibi Dong retorted. "With ironclad evidence, even if Qian Daoliu wants to play deaf and dumb, how can he protect me?"

"That is why we need a witness with more weight, a witness who can help us create an alibi," Nan Feng said. "Moreover, this witness must be someone Qian Daoliu trusts absolutely, and someone who would never lie."

Bibi Dong was stunned: "You mean... Qian Renxue?"

"Exactly!" Nan Feng said, "Qian Renxue has been staying in the Side Hall of the Pope Palace lately. Once we enter the bedchamber, we'll pull a 'golden cicada shedding its shell' maneuver."

"I will control your Spider Emperor Avatar to go find Qian Renxue, accompany her to watch the stars and the moon, and chat about everything from poetry and songs to the philosophy of life. Meanwhile, your true body will remain in the bedchamber to send Qian Xunji on his way."

"But..." Bibi Dong still felt it was improper, "What if someone discovers it? An avatar is an avatar after all; its aura cannot deceive the strong."

"If it were an avatar from before, it certainly couldn't. But things are different now."

Nan Feng was full of confidence, "We just performed the Soul Blood Pact, and my origin power has permeated your martial soul. The current Spider Emperor Avatar is identical to your true body in every way—aura, demeanor, and even soul fluctuations! As long as I don't intentionally expose myself, even that old guy Qian Daoliu wouldn't be able to spot a flaw unless he pressed his face against mine to inspect it."

"Besides... does that old thing Qian Daoliu even dare to expose us?"

"Once Qian Xunji is dead, you will be the only hope for the younger generation of Martial Soul Hall, and the only family Qian Renxue has left. On top of that, you are about to open the Rakshasa Secret Realm and become tainted with the aura of an Evil God. Others might dare to take a gamble, but that old man, who has served the Angel God for most of his life and knows deep down that such gods truly exist—would he dare to move against someone suspected of being chosen by an Evil God?"

"If he fails, not only will he lose the future of Martial Soul Hall, but he will also implicate his precious granddaughter."

"So, as long as we provide a step, even if it's made of paper, he will have to grit his teeth and step down onto it!"

Bibi Dong fell silent.

"What exactly are you?"

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Nan Feng asked, puzzled.

"Everything you have displayed is far beyond my understanding of Soul Beasts," Bibi Dong said.

"If all Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were as shameless, unscrupulous, cunning, treacherous, despicable, and sly as you, it would be nearly impossible for humans to hunt such beings."

"..." Nan Feng.

"Are you insulting me again?"

"..."

Soon, Bibi Dong arrived outside the Pope's Bedchamber. Seeing it was the Holy Maiden, the guards outside dared not stop her.

Bibi Dong said nothing and walked in quickly, then her eighth soul ring suddenly lit up!

Hum--!

A purple-black light separated from Bibi Dong's body and rapidly condensed into another "Bibi Dong."

Nan Feng immediately injected a portion of his soul origin into this avatar.

In an instant, the eyes of the previously dull avatar became vivid and lively.

Nan Feng stretched his limbs, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

"Huh? This feeling..."

He reached out, gently pinched his own arm, and touched his cheek.

The realistic tactile sensation, the warm body temperature, and even the faint scent of incense in the air could be clearly perceived.

"Indeed, after the Soul Blood Pact, this avatar has undergone a qualitative change."

Nan Feng clicked his tongue in wonder, then controlled the avatar to lean abruptly toward Bibi Dong's true body.

The two were face-to-face, only a few centimeters apart.

Bibi Dong subconsciously took half a step back. Looking at the face identical to her own staring at her with an extremely aggressive gaze, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

"What are you doing?"

Nan Feng did not answer, instead leaning close to her neck and sniffing gently.

"Hmm... a cold, lingering fragrance."

"It seems the simulation level of this avatar is even higher than I imagined. It even perfectly replicated such details."

Bibi Dong's expression was somewhat unnatural, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

If this were before, she would have slapped this lecher away long ago. But now... that was her own face, and the two had just undergone a soul fusion; that sense of closeness stemming from the depths of her soul made it impossible for her to feel any disgust.

"Enough, stop playing around."

Bibi Dong turned her head away and said coldly, "Don't delay the real business."

"Alright, alright, I'll stop messing around."

Seeing that it was time to quit while ahead, Nan Feng reached out and gently patted Bibi Dong's shoulder, "I'm off to draw fire for you."

"See you tomorrow, Little Dong-dong, enjoy yourself."