New Mission, Change of Undergarments

As the mechanical voice faded, Bibi Dong's entire body shuddered violently.

She felt it with absolute clarity.

The purple-black malice that had coiled in the deepest recesses of her soul was gripped by an invisible hand, its roots torn away and forcibly ripped out from her sea of consciousness!

The agony lasted only an instant.

Immediately following, a long-lost sense of clarity surged through her body like a tide. It was as if she had been submerged in a filthy mire for three years and had finally been pulled onto the shore.

Bibi Dong parted her lips slightly, and the stagnant air that had been clogging her chest for years was finally exhaled in a smooth, steady stream.

Her cultivation base had actually taken a small step forward in that very moment.

Though not as exaggerated as a breakthrough to the level of a rank 100 Limit Douluo, the sensation of those mental shackles being loosened was ten times more gratifying than breaking through any bottleneck!

She looked down at her hands; they were no longer trembling.

The humiliation and killing intent in her eyes vanished into thin air at this moment.

In their place was an overwhelming, incredulous shock.

Her gaze remained nailed to Su Chen's face, motionless.

On Su Chen's side, his mind was in total chaos.

[Primordial Creation Life Force · 100x Critical Return! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining: Primordial Creation Life Force x100! Withered Sapling Martial Soul is awakening...]

Before the system prompt had even finished, Su Chen's body reacted first.

Deep within his chest, the Withered Sapling Martial Soul that had been dormant for sixteen years felt as if a sun had been shoved into it!

The withered roots expanded frantically, the cracked bark bursting with a series of sharp pops, and tender green shoots sprouted savagely from the fissures—one inch, two inches, three inches... the speed of growth far exceeded his limits of endurance!

Su Chen's face flushed crimson in an instant.

A power of boundless antiquity rampaged through his limbs and bones, like an ancient beast newly released from its cage, completely beyond his control.

His veins bulged beneath his skin, and the temples on his forehead throbbed violently.

Yet, the expression on his face remained as steady as a rock.

Because standing opposite him was a Titled Douluo who could go berserk at any moment.

Bibi Dong finally regained her senses.

The way she stared at Su Chen had changed; it was no longer the condescending gaze of a Pope looking at trash, but the scrutiny of a hunter locking onto unknown prey.

She approached him step by step.

The mental power of a Titled Douluo erupted, manifesting as an invisible, gargantuan net that descended upon Su Chen with irresistible, overbearing force!

If this net were to land, not to mention an ordinary person, even a Soul Ancestor would have their secrets laid bare.

She had to see clearly.

What kind of monster was hidden inside this person's body!

The moment Su Chen felt that mental pressure, his scalp went numb.

He knew clearly that the creation aura within him was at a critical point of transformation. If Bibi Dong were to detect even the slightest trace, given the nature of this female Pope, she would never allow a variable she couldn't fathom to remain in Martial Soul Hall.

At best, house arrest; at worst... immediate cremation.

He couldn't gamble!

In a flash of lightning, Su Chen made his decision.

He let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight backward.

Like a piece of wood with its core removed, he fainted with clean, decisive efficiency.

Bibi Dong's mental net hadn't even touched him before he fell.

Her heart tightened abruptly.

Her body moved faster than her brain.

Almost subconsciously, she took a step forward, one hand supporting the back of Su Chen's head, the other wrapping around his waist, catching him steadily into her arms.

The movement was fluid and precise, as if she had practiced it a thousand times.

But she hadn't.

In her entire life, she had never once voluntarily held a man.

Su Chen's head rested on her forearm, his face turned upward, eyes tightly shut, his expression as peaceful as if he were merely sleeping.

Moonlight spilled onto his eyelashes, casting faint shadows beneath his eyes.

Bibi Dong froze.

She maintained this posture for two seconds, three seconds, four seconds...

Her reason finally returned.

Bibi Dong frowned, her arm tensing as she prepared to throw this "trash" aside.

A wisp of extremely faint, yet incomparably pure aura overflowed from Su Chen.

It was like the first breath of mist at dawn in a deep, ancient forest, or the crisp fragrance from the heart of a thousand-year-old tree.

It was the purest aura of primordial life.

The mere moment it brushed against her nose, the manic Rakshasa energy remaining within Bibi Dong was doused as if by a basin of ice water, extinguished in an instant.

In its place was a sense of peace she had never known before.

Her hand stopped.

She could no longer push him away.

It was not a lack of strength, but an instinct of her body that refused to let her push.

Bibi Dong's breathing faltered for two beats.

She lowered her head, her gaze uncontrollably falling upon Su Chen's profile.

Through the thin fabric of his clothes, the youth's warm body heat was clearly transmitted to the inside of her arm.

He felt like a piece of warm jade held in her palm, the temperature just right.

A flush of crimson crept quietly from Bibi Dong's snow-white neck up to her earlobes.

She felt her own heartbeat, violent, rapid, and completely out of control.

The last time she had felt this rhythm was over a decade ago, when facing Qian Xunji.

No.

It was even faster than that!

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip hard.

She took a deep breath and carefully moved Su Chen onto the bamboo lounge chair, laying him flat and settling him in.

Her movements were so light that not even the sound of a tea leaf hitting the floor could be heard.

She stood by the lounge chair for a long time.

Long enough for the moonlight to shift from the left side of the window lattice to the right.

Finally, Bibi Dong forced herself to turn around, walking step by step toward the entrance of the Library Pavilion.

She never once looked back.

The sound of the wooden door closing was barely audible in the night.

The sound of footsteps vanished completely.

In the darkness, Su Chen opened his eyes.

He did not rush to get up, looking first at the light screen in his mind.

[Binder No. 001 Bibi Dong has left the detection range, Eye of Omniscience entering standby mode.]

[Final Favorability Change: -10 → +8]

One cup of tea, a sudden eighteen-point jump in favorability; the efficiency was acceptable.

Su Chen sat up and rolled his shoulders; the force Bibi Dong used to catch him had been well-controlled, leaving no bruises.

Then, he saw a new mission panel pop up in the corner of the screen--

[Chain mission released for Binder No. 001 Bibi Dong: Tomorrow at noon, go to the Library Pavilion to wipe the body of the Lord of Creation Su Chen and change his undergarments.]

[Reward: 100,000-year External Soul Bone: Shadow Spider Leg ×1.]

[Failure Penalty: Soul-Devouring Pain (Upgraded Version), lasting 144 hours.]

Su Chen stared at the words "wipe the body" and "change his undergarments," and fell silent.

System, you've really narrowed your path!

He was mainly worried that Bibi Dong's sense of shame would explode, leading her to scatter his ashes on the spot.

However, the favorability was positive now, so it shouldn't... right?

He put away the light screen, lay back down on the bamboo chair, and closed his eyes.

Within his body, a heaven-shaking transformation had already taken place.

The withered Martial Soul that had been dormant for sixteen years had completed its metamorphosis.

The dried-up sapling was no more; in its place stood a towering giant tree, its roots buried deep within his soul, its branches and leaves filling his entire sea of consciousness!

A line of incomparably domineering golden characters slowly emerged in his mind:

[Martial Soul evolution complete: Supreme Martial Soul, World Tree.]

[Innate Soul Power re-evaluated: Super-God Level.]

Su Chen felt the vast power awakening within him, his breathing and heartbeat remaining as steady as ever.

Sixteen years—it was worth it.

A wisp of extremely clandestine creation aura seeped from his body into the ground, following the veins of the earth and spreading silently in all directions.

At the same moment.

Thousands of miles away, in the Imperial Capital of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Qian Renxue jolted awake from her sleep.

Her Six-Winged Angel martial soul released itself uncontrollably, six snow-white wings of light exploding behind her with a boom, shredding the bedroom curtains to pieces!

Golden, sacred radiance instantly flooded the room.

Qian Renxue pressed her hands tightly against her chest, gasping for breath.

Her martial soul was palpitating.

A violent, uncontrollable palpitation, as if it were paying homage, trembling in awe, and gripped by fear! It was as if it had sensed some supreme existence that shared its origin, yet stood far above it!

"What... is that?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

The next day, at noon.

Su Chen sat on a bamboo lounge chair, holding a yellowed ancient book, looking every bit the part of a scholar.

He had changed into clean, coarse cloth robes; his face was pale, his lips were white, and faint dark circles hung beneath his eyes.

It was all the result of him spending half an hour applying cold water to his face.

The frailty of someone just recovering from a major illness was perfectly captured.

Footsteps approached from outside the Library Pavilion.

More than one person.

Su Chen's eyebrows arched almost imperceptibly.

The light screen lit up right on time.

[Binder No. 001 Bibi Dong has entered the detection range. Current status: Full Papal Regalia. One attendant, identity confirmed: Martial Soul Hall Cardinal, Angela.]

[Bibi Dong's current emotions: Shame 97%/Conflict 94%/Anxiety 88%]

[Inner Monologue: This Seat is here to inspect the Library Pavilion, yes, to inspect... not to wipe his body... absolutely not... Damn it! The countdown is back again!]

The wooden door of the Library Pavilion was pushed open.

Bibi Dong was dressed in her full Papal Regalia, her aura fully unleashed, radiating immense pressure.

Behind her followed a dignified-looking Cardinal, holding a black lacquered wooden box in her hands.

Su Chen put down his book and "struggled" to rise from the lounge chair, his movements slow, every step exuding the weakness of one not yet recovered from a grave illness.

Then, he "thumped" once more, dropping to his knees.

"May the Pope live ten thousand years."

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping over his pale face and lingering for half a second.

On the light screen behind her, her shame value jumped directly from 97% to 99%.