39 years of time! Lin Yuan, Soul Emperor! Bibi Dong's affection!

Watching that silhouette vanish rapidly at the end of the corridor.

Qian Renxue gripped the Heavenly Light Grass in her hand, which radiated a divine aura, and stood stunned for a long while.

Afterward, she raised her other empty hand and gently touched the cheek that had just been kissed.

The sensation of that warmth seemed to still linger there.

A flash of incredibly complex, tender light flickered within her golden eyes.

"This child..."

Qian Renxue murmured softly, the corners of her mouth lifting involuntarily to reveal a breathtaking, peerless smile.

Deep within Martial Soul Hall, in the private bedchamber of Bibi Dong.

The heavy doors were pushed open from the outside.

Bibi Dong, who was reviewing scrolls, looked up, and a look of profound joy immediately appeared on her majestic and stunningly beautiful face.

Before she could even speak.

Lin Yuan had already trotted over, naturally diving straight into her arms and nuzzling against her like a kitten.

"Aunt Dong, I'm back!"

Bibi Dong pulled him into her embrace, her heart, which had been hanging for days, finally settling.

"It's good that you're back. You aren't hurt, are you?"

She looked the boy in her arms up and down, her tone filled with unconcealable concern.

Today, Bibi Dong was wearing a slightly more casual purple dress; having shed the majesty of the Pope, she possessed an added touch of mature allure.

Her heart-stopping curves were tightly outlined by the fabric, and her ample bosom pressed firmly against Lin Yuan's cheek.

In particular, her pair of long, rounded, and crossed peerless legs exuded a temptation that would drive any man to madness.

Time had not left a single mark on her; instead, it had distilled her into the most lethal charm.

"I'm perfectly fine."

Lin Yuan lifted his head from that softness and grinned at Bibi Dong.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a highly peculiar plant appeared in his palm.

The immortal herb was deep dark purple throughout, with nine petals that looked as if they had been carved from black ice slowly blooming, emitting an extremely pure and feminine cold energy.

The moment it was brought out, the temperature in the entire bedchamber plummeted by several degrees.

"Aunt Dong, this is for you."

Lin Yuan held the plant out before Bibi Dong.

"This is called the Nine-Turn Profound Yin Flower."

"It is a top-tier immortal herb I stumbled upon in a treasure land."

"Its medicinal power will not only significantly increase your soul power cultivation, but more importantly, it can perfectly neutralize the sinister poison backlash that the Death Spider Emperor martial soul inflicts upon your body."

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes widened in shock, losing her composure.

The backlash from her Twin Martial Souls and the sinister poison of the Death Spider Emperor had always been the greatest ailment plaguing her.

Especially as her cultivation progressed, that pain had only intensified day by day.

She had scoured all the ancient texts in Martial Soul Hall and could find no cure.

And now, this dead end that had troubled her for years had been casually resolved by the six-year-old boy before her?

Bibi Dong was both shocked and delighted, her hands even trembling slightly as she took the Nine-Turn Profound Yin Flower.

She could clearly feel that just by inhaling the aura emitted by the flower, the sinister poison that had been clogged in her body for years showed signs of loosening.

This was absolutely a priceless treasure!

Bibi Dong lowered her head to look at the smiling Lin Yuan in her arms, her heart filled with an unprecedented warmth.

She leaned down abruptly and pressed a heavy kiss onto Lin Yuan's forehead with her red lips.

"Yuan'er, you are simply Aunt Dong's destined little lucky star!"

Bibi Dong hugged him tightly, her voice trembling with extreme joy.

After distributing the immortal herbs.

Lin Yuan returned to his own quarters.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, and with a slight movement of his mind, several immortal herbs radiating terrifying energy fluctuations appeared out of thin air before him.

The snow-white Snow Dragon Bodhi, resembling a dormant giant dragon.

The pitch-black Nine-Nether Underworld Grass, wreathed in deathly energy.

And the Yin-Yang Twin Fruit, one black and one white, with an endless cycle of energy.

These were all the fortunes he had specifically intercepted from the depths of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, reserved for himself.

Any one of these plants, if taken outside, would be enough to incite a bloodbath among Titled Douluo.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Yuan opened his mouth and swallowed these top-tier immortal herbs, fruits and all, into his stomach.

In an instant, the incomparably tyrannical bloodline power of the Nine Nether Beast erupted within his body, acting like a bottomless black hole that forcibly suppressed and absorbed all of this violent medicinal energy.

From this day on.

Lin Yuan remained behind closed doors, entering a long and monotonous period of deep cultivation.

Spring departed and autumn arrived, winter passed and summer returned.

Time slipped away rapidly amidst the day-after-day circulation of soul power.

The ninth year.

Behind Martial Soul Hall, at the exclusive Martial Arts Arena.

Violent air currents raged across the vast grounds, causing the surrounding protective barriers to hum and vibrate.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound rang out, and three figures were sent flying from the swirling dust like kites with broken strings.

They slammed heavily into the ground in the distance.

The dust and smoke slowly dissipated.

A youth in black stood in the center of the Martial Arts Arena with his hands behind his back.

His figure was tall and straight, his features as handsome as if carved by a knife, and his deep black eyes held a calm that looked upon all things with indifference.

Unknowingly, Lin Yuan had already grown to fifteen years of age.

And the soul power fluctuations radiating from him at this moment had reached the sixty-ninth rank!

He was only a single step away from breaking through to the Soul Saint realm.

"Continue."

Lin Yuan looked at the three people lying on the ground, his tone light and breezy.

In the battle just now.

Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan—the three supreme geniuses hailed as the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall—had fought with their lives on the line.

From their strongest individual soul skills to their terrifying Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Every trump card they possessed had been thrown at him all at once.

However.

From beginning to end, Lin Yuan had not even released his martial soul.

He had simply stood in place, raised one hand, and with nothing but his incredibly vast soul power protecting his body, he had completely dismantled the trio's offensive.

That sense of crushing defeat, emanating from the very marrow of their bones, was enough to drive one to despair.

"I'm done, I'm done!"

Yan lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, lacking even the strength to move a finger.

The phantom of the Flame Lord behind him had long since been beaten into dissipation.

Xie Yue used his twin blades to prop himself up, barely managing to lift his upper body as he waved his hands in a bitter smile.

"Big Brother, you are simply too strong!"

"The three of us joined forces, yet we couldn't even force you to move a single step."

"At this rate, in a few more years, you'll be able to compete directly with the veteran elders of Martial Soul Hall!"

They had long since changed their address for Lin Yuan from his name to Big Brother.

In their eyes, besides awe, there remained only fanatical worship.

Lin Yuan nodded indifferently, saying nothing more.

He shifted his gaze to Hu Liena, who was on the other side, struggling to steady her breathing.

Several years had passed, and Hu Liena had blossomed into a graceful young woman.

Her fox-like face had become increasingly enchanting and alluring, and her figure was exquisitely curved, with every contour perfectly defined.

At this moment, due to exhaustion, she was half-kneeling on the ground, panting slightly, the patch of snow-white skin at her chest rising and falling with her breath.

Combined with the natural charm inherent to her Heavenly Fox martial soul, she was seductive to the extreme.