Bibi Dong Personally Feeds

As she watched, Bibi Dong's gaze withdrew from that moment of softness, a layer of icy shell returning to her eyes.

"Become stronger."

Those two words were etched into her bones, constantly burning her nerves.

She had to become stronger.

Only by becoming stronger could she kill Qian Xunji.

Only by killing Qian Xunji could she return the humiliation, the nights of disgust, the unspeakable pain, one by one.

She had waited for this day for too long.

Originally, according to her plan, everything had a clear path.

Her current soul power was level eighty-three.

Her first martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor, had already attached eight spirit rings, while her second martial soul, the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor, was empty.

The greatest advantage of Twin Martial Souls was that the second martial soul could attach spirit rings of high age—ten thousand years, thirty thousand years, fifty thousand years, or even higher.

Once she became a Titled Douluo and then filled the nine spirit rings of her second martial soul.

With the two martial souls stacked, her strength would undergo a qualitative leap.

According to her estimation, if there were enough ten-thousand-year spirit beasts for her to hunt, she could completely break through level ninety within a few years, enter the ranks of Titled Douluo, and then quickly fill the spirit rings of her second martial soul.

By then, she would find an opportunity to kill Qian Xunji and devour him until not even dregs remained.

But—cultivating to Titled Douluo required time.

And suitable spirit beasts were too difficult to find.

Spirit beasts above ten thousand years were already rare, and they also needed to have attributes compatible with the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor and sufficient age, making them even more elusive.

The depths of the Star Dou Forest might have them.

But she had no freedom to act.

Qian Xunji had sent Titled Douluo to secretly monitor her.

On the surface, it was to protect her safety, but in reality, it was house arrest.

The elders and enshrinements of Martial Soul Hall, while outwardly respectful to her, had countless eyes secretly watching her every move on behalf of Qian Xunji.

If she dared to leave Martial Soul City alone for the Star Dou Forest, she feared that as soon as she stepped out of the city gates, the message would be on the Pope's Palace desk.

She could only endure.

She endured year after year, until her hatred fermented into a poisonous swamp in her heart.

She endured the disgust, the killing intent, and countless sleepless nights.

But now—

Bibi Dong's gaze fell back on Luo Dong.

A new path had suddenly appeared before her.

Not hunting spirit beasts, not years of arduous cultivation.

But this child.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath and made a decision.

She raised her hand and reached for her collar.

Her fingertips pinched the edge of her collar, the fabric rubbing with a faint rustling sound.

Her movements paused for a moment.

This was the first time she had done this.

The first time she had actively unbuttoned her collar to feed a child.

It felt... strange.

She couldn't pinpoint the source of this strangeness.

Her body had clearly been through motherhood once, but from pregnancy to childbirth, her feelings towards that child were only disgust and resistance.

Qian Renxue's existence was a constant reminder of her shameful past, so she rejected anything related to the word "mother."

But now, for a foundling infant, she was about to do something she had never done for her own daughter.

Her collar was pulled open, and the cool air touched her skin.

A faint blush appeared on Bibi Dong's cheeks.

Besides the strangeness, there was also an inexplicable shyness.

This shyness was baseless.

She was not an inexperienced girl, but the moment her hand actually unbuttoned her collar.

An indescribable unease quietly crept up on her.

She bit her lower lip, suppressing the emotion.

Then she revealed her chest.

Luo Dong, crying from hunger, felt the arm holding him move, and then a expanse of snow-white skin came into view.

His eyes lit up.

Not for any other reason.

But because just as Bibi Dong opened her collar, a new mission prompt popped up in his mind:

[Mission Triggered]

[Mission Content: After finishing feeding, make your mother feel your happiness]

[Mission Reward: Points +100, Special Physique: Flawless Body]

[Flawless Body: Allows you to perfectly digest all food and energy, requiring no excretion, while perfectly enhancing physical fitness, laying a good foundation for the future]

Luo Dong looked at the mission description on the panel, his eyes growing brighter.

One hundred points.

Plus a special physique.

He already understood the function of points—the pills, cultivation techniques, Soul Bones, physique enhancers, and various miraculous items in the System Mall all required points.

More importantly, he could use points to issue tasks to Bibi Dong.

Points were equivalent to his say in this world, his trump card to influence the plot even as an infant.

And the Flawless Body, perfectly digesting all energy, requiring no excretion, and continuously improving physical fitness.

This physique was practically a tailor-made cheat for infancy.

As Luo Dong was contemplating, Bibi Dong had already adjusted her posture, bringing his little face closer to her chest.

Here it comes.

Warm liquid slid down his throat, flowing into his empty stomach.

The feeling of fullness began in his abdomen and gradually spread to his limbs, as if his entire body was soaked in warm water, warming him from head to toe.

He secretly marveled in his heart.

An infant's instincts were truly ingrained, requiring no learning; the body knew what to do.

He was like an automatic eating machine now, just sucking and swallowing, operating at full efficiency.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly.

A tingling sensation spread from her chest.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

A faint current seemed to emanate from the small point of contact, spreading in all directions along the nerve endings beneath her skin.

It didn't hurt, but it was unfamiliar.

So unfamiliar that it made her a little flustered.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip.

Enduring.

Telling herself—this is becoming stronger.

Having endured Qian Xunji for so many years, what could this little thing be that she couldn't endure?

But despite her endurance, she couldn't help but lower her head to look at the infant in her arms.

He was eating with great concentration.

His eyes, like black grapes, were half-open and half-closed, filled with a relaxed trust.

The blush on Bibi Dong's face deepened.

She shifted her gaze away, staring at the candlelight shadows on the wall, forcing herself not to think about the strange sensation.

The feeding continued for a while.

Luo Dong felt his stomach go from empty to distended, the warm current filling his entire abdomen and even beginning to seep deeper.

He knew he was full.

He released his small mouth and let out a loud burp.

This burp was purely an infant's instinctive reaction, having nothing to do with his transmigration soul.

The air in his stomach was squeezed out, rushing up his esophagus and making a crisp sound.