Bibi Dong Almost Succeeded, Serene Orchid and Nine-Grade Purple Mushroom

"Be happy. The power of the Fire Dragon King and I has resolved your lack of wings."

The Ice Dragon King continued in the sea of consciousness, "The rest is up to you. The Fire Dragon King and I must enter a deep slumber; we will not be easily awakened unless absolutely necessary."

As the words faded, the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King coiled up within the sea of consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Guyue let out a sigh of relief; he had finally managed to deal with these two lingering souls.

Although the process had been somewhat convoluted, the outcome was fortunately perfect.

Immediately, he flew toward the surface of the lake.

In the span of a single breath, Ye Guyue flew out of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. When he landed on the ground, water droplets were still trickling down from his neck.

Soaked to the bone, Ye Guyue instantly evaporated the water from his body.

Bibi Dong's exclamation reached his ears, "Senior Sister, what is this? A Soul Bone?"

Having caused trouble, Bibi Dong immediately ran over, her face full of wonder.

Ye Guyue's left wing was condensed from ice, its patterns like ice crystals, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

His right wing was born from gathered fire, wreathed in crimson flames, scorching and intense.

A pair of wings where ice and fire collided—Bibi Dong could feel the formidable power within them.

"An External Soul Bone, the Ice and Fire Dragon God Wings. And what's more!"

The tone of the conversation shifted; veins bulged on Ye Guyue's forehead as he glared at Bibi Dong with a livid expression, "Where is my robe? Dong'er, what are you up to again?"

Scanning his surroundings, his robe was nowhere to be found. It was his only one, and the craftsmanship had been incredibly intricate.

Now that it was gone, what was he supposed to wear?

Bibi Dong was becoming increasingly bold, daring to play dumb with him.

Ye Guyue grabbed Bibi Dong's wrist, "Dong'er, take it out now and I will let this pass. If you continue like this, don't blame your Senior Sister for..."

Damn it, he had thought about it for a long time, but Bibi Dong wasn't afraid of him at all.

Even if he said the most vicious words, they had no bite to her.

"What did you want to say, Senior Sister?"

Bibi Dong chuckled softly and immediately pushed the cold-faced Ye Guyue to the ground.

The sudden turn of events caused Ye Guyue to fall onto the grass. She instinctively realized something was wrong and tried to get up and leave, but her ankle was suddenly grabbed by Bibi Dong, and she was forcibly pulled back.

"Dong'er, what are you doing?"

Ye Guyue looked annoyed.

"Naturally, I am going to dress our high-and-mighty Senior Sister in a dress that will make you feel ashamed."

"What?" Ye Guyue felt as if struck by lightning.

What kind of nonsense was this?

Wear a dress?

It was absolutely impossible for him to wear a dress, but with Bibi Dong's personality, she would certainly stop at nothing and use any means to threaten him to achieve her goal.

Bibi Dong giggled, reaching out to pull that red dress embroidered with peach blossoms from her storage Soul Tool.

That piece alone would be enough to make her Senior Sister lose face... just thinking about it made her happy.

Ye Guyue was quick-witted; with a sharp flick of his wrist, he snatched the ring directly off her finger.

He quickly rummaged through the storage Soul Tool to find a spare moon-white martial outfit, putting it on in a few swift motions to cover his exposed skin.

Ye Guyue straightened his collar and glared fiercely at Bibi Dong, his tone filled with genuine threat:

"Dong'er, if you dare to mess around again, be careful or I won't let you into bed tonight."

Bibi Dong's expression changed; she immediately pounced over to hug his arm, shaking it while begging pitifully:

"Don't, Senior Sister, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again."

She lowered her head, though a glimmer of cunning flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She secretly noted this debt in her heart. Hmph, Senior Sister, you ran fast this time.

I don't believe there won't be another chance. Once you fall asleep tonight, I have plenty of ways to make you obediently put on that dress.

She refused to believe that her Senior Sister would always be able to find an opening.

Her current lack of speed was simply due to the vast gap in their strength.

"Behave yourself. If you dare to have any more of those little thoughts, Senior Sister won't care about you anymore."

A blush appeared on Ye Guyue's cold, clear cheeks; the mere thought of himself wearing a dress made him feel incredibly ashamed.

Fortunately, his reaction speed had been fast.

Without continuing to tangle with Bibi Dong, he began to search the surroundings for an immortal herb recorded in the Immortal Herb Record: the Serene Orchid, which could harmonize the power of spider-type martial souls, as well as the Nine-Grade Purple Mushroom, an immortal herb that had nourishing and enhancing effects on the martial soul itself.

"Senior Sister is so difficult. You would look so good in a dress."

Bibi Dong sat crouched in one spot, hoping to come up with some clever little ideas in her mind.

The cold and aloof Senior Sister, fallen into the mortal world—she must have a unique flavor.

A moment later.

Ye Guyue walked over with two immortal herbs in his hands, his pace steady: "These two immortal herbs are the Nine-Grade Purple Mushroom and the Serene Orchid. Swallow the Nine-Grade Purple Mushroom first."

"I won't."

"Be obedient." Ye Guyue's tone was icy, though he tried his best to soften it.

"Unless Senior Sister lets me kiss you, I won't swallow it. Otherwise, I'm not eating."

Ye Guyue frowned, rejecting the request outright: "Suit yourself."

He snorted inwardly, refusing to believe he couldn't handle Bibi Dong.

If she refused to eat, so be it; he had plenty of ways to make her swallow them obediently later.

She was truly acting like a child.

Bibi Dong chuckled, stood up, walked over to him, and tilted her head to look up at him: "Senior Sister, I am your wife, after all. What's wrong with a kiss?"

Ye Guyue snorted, turned his face away, and said with an expression of extreme disdain.

"You don't have a shred of a wife's demeanor. Calling you a female hooligan would be more accurate."

"Since Senior Sister has said so, I suppose I have no choice but to be a female hooligan."

No sooner had the words left her lips than Bibi Dong stood on her tiptoes, reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.

Her palms were restless, sliding slowly up his waist, her fingertips tracing lightly across his back.

Ye Guyue's body stiffened, and the two immortal herbs in his hands nearly fell to the ground.

He hadn't expected Bibi Dong to actually dare to do this. His cheeks flushed crimson instantly, and he tried to push her away, only to be held even tighter.

As the warm sensation washed over him, the flicker of irritation in his heart dissipated before he knew it, leaving him no choice but to helplessly let her have her way.

About five minutes later, Ye Guyue lay on the ground, his face flushed red, gasping for air, while Bibi Dong, the instigator of it all, sat to the side and began to absorb the medicinal power of the Nine-Grade Purple Mushroom.

"Cough, cough." Ye Guyue coughed twice, feeling as if his mouth had been blocked by tentacles; it was incredibly uncomfortable.

One couldn't describe Bibi Dong as a female hooligan; she was a complete pervert.

Taking advantage of the gap while Bibi Dong was absorbing the energy, Ye Guyue packed up the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, the Aromatic Silk Beauty, the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid... and took them all with him.

These immortal herbs would be of great use after they left.

Time ticked by bit by bit. In the interim, after Bibi Dong finished consuming the Nine-Grade Purple Mushroom and then swallowed the Serene Orchid, her soul power successfully reached level sixty. When she released the Death Spider Emperor, her martial soul had undergone subtle changes; the venom and spider webs spat out by the Death Spider Emperor had become more viscous and resilient.

The toughness of the spider silk gave Bibi Dong a great deal of confidence.

If I were to tie up Senior Sister~

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

When a person is up to no good, their mood is at its best, and they are at their most patient.

"What are you giggling about? Let's go. I'm taking you to hunt a soul beast."