Dream of Millet

Bibi Dong handed over an exquisite dagger.

"One is nearly five hundred years, the other is a little over six hundred. The five-hundred-year one is perfect for you."

"Teacher, I want to try the six-hundred-year-old one. I have a premonition that I can do it."

"Heh, quite confident, aren't you? Unfortunately, it's not possible."

Bibi Dong refused without a second thought: "In the entire Douluo Continent, I have never seen a first soul ring exceed six hundred years. Even my own teacher could not achieve that."

"Teacher, according to the martial soul theory I've studied, a soul master's ability to absorb a soul ring depends heavily on their physique and mental strength. Support-type soul masters might not be able to do it, but for a battle soul master, the physical threshold can be pushed higher. My Red-Robed Ghost Emperor martial soul leans toward suppressing evil and spirits; it exerts a certain suppression over any deceased life, so I feel I can attempt it."

Su Chen sensed his martial soul stirring within him.

In the dark, the martial soul's preference leaned toward this female spider.

Bibi Dong was somewhat surprised that her disciple knew so much.

She was even more astonished by the final remark—that it could suppress spirits that had already perished.

After a moment of hesitation, Bibi Dong chose to compromise: "Fine, give it a try. If it truly doesn't work, I will have Elder Chrysanthemum interrupt you halfway."

Hearing this, Su Chen lunged at the female spider, and with a soft squelch, it died.

The moment the Dream Shadow Spider perished, strands of soul power condensed above, quickly forming a yellow soul ring that hovered in the air.

"Once the process of absorbing a soul ring is interrupted, the damage to your body will be irreparable. At the very least, you would be bedridden for a long time before you could even hope to return to a normal state of cultivation."

Bibi Dong gave her final warning.

"Teacher, I trust that my martial soul will not deceive me."

Su Chen sat cross-legged.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and followed the method Bibi Dong had taught him, using his soul power to draw the ring toward him.

The power of the six-hundred-year soul ring began to violently batter his body.

Intense pain surged through him, and his meridians were under constant assault.

Su Chen couldn't help but groan, his expression twisting in agony.

Bibi Dong grew tense; if the disciple she had just taken were to die on her, that would be a disaster.

Especially since he was an Innate Full Soul Power genius.

She, Bibi Dong, would surely become the laughingstock of the Douluo Continent.

Bibi Dong's fists clenched instinctively.

Fortunately, as time passed, Su Chen's expression softened, and the violent soul power within him gradually stabilized.

A yellow soul ring was forming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hoo~"

Su Chen took a deep breath and opened his eyes, his forehead drenched in sweat.

There was no fatigue on his face, only excitement.

"Teacher, I think I succeeded!"

"My body feels bloated, and I suddenly have the illusion that I wouldn't lose even if I fought you, Teacher."

Bibi Dong's tense expression vanished, and she let out a sigh of relief, humming softly at his words: "You can certainly try!"

"However, a first soul ring of over six hundred years—you really are the first in the history of Martial Soul Hall. I expect that when we return, you will be recorded in the Library Pavilion."

"What is the soul skill you obtained? I imagine it shouldn't be bad."

Su Chen carefully sensed the power of the soul ring: "Dream of Millet!"

Bibi Dong: "???"

"This soul skill is quite unique. The moment it is activated, my martial soul can pull the enemy into a dream. It ignores their Soul Power Level and ignores all defenses, forcibly dragging them into a dreamscape. It is immersive, as if it were reality, making it impossible for them to distinguish between the real world and the dream..."

"The passage of time in the dream also differs from the outside world. A hundred years might pass in the dream, while only a single breath, or even less, passes in reality."

"However, there is a condition for activation: the opponent must not be actively using their soul power."

"In other words, I cannot use it while the opponent is in the middle of a battle."

Su Chen wasn't sure if he should consider this skill powerful or not.

It ignored the rules, yet it couldn't be used during a heated fight.

Bibi Dong was also taken aback.

Ignoring Soul Power Level meant even a Titled Douluo could be dragged into the dream.

This was heaven-defying; she felt the restriction was reasonable.

Otherwise, even Titled Douluos would become lambs waiting for the slaughter.

"Not bad. It counts as a unique method. I am quite curious what kind of dreams people will have."

Bibi Dong took out a silk handkerchief and said, "Wipe yourself off. You have a lot of sweat on your face."

"Thank you, Teacher."

Su Chen took the silk handkerchief and instinctively caught a whiff, a faint, fresh scent lingering at the tip of his nose: daisies.

"Alright, let's head back now."

"As for this five-hundred-year-old soul beast, let it go. This is the second lesson your teacher is teaching you: do not lay a hand on a soul beast unless you need its soul ring."

Back at the Saintess Hall, Bibi Dong looked relaxed, her hands reaching toward her slender waist.

Just as she prepared to undo her belt and enjoy a bath, her movements paused slightly.

Glancing back, the little brat was still following her.

Bibi Dong calmly withdrew her hands; having another person around suddenly was still something she wasn't quite used to.

She gave a cough.

"You should head out first and focus on stabilizing your Soul Power Level."

Su Chen nodded. "Teacher, then I'll head back to the Orphanage!"

"Hm?"

"Wait."

Bibi Dong remembered she hadn't arranged a place for him to stay yet, and hearing "Orphanage" gave her a sudden sense of shared misfortune.

That was where she had come from, after all.

"How could a disciple of mine, Bibi Dong, live in an Orphanage?"

"Go tidy up the Side Hall yourself; you will live there from now on."

"If you have any questions, you may come to consult me at any time."

"And I can summon you whenever I please."

Su Chen did not refuse. "Understood, Teacher."

"Wait a moment, let me check your soul power."

Bibi Dong called out to Su Chen as he was about to leave, taking out a crystal ball for testing soul power and gesturing for him to place his hand on it.

Su Chen injected his soul power into the crystal ball, which suddenly lit up, displaying his Soul Power Level.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly. "Just as I thought. Absorbing a ring beyond your limit has allowed the energy to boost you by two levels."

"This is the meditation method I currently use. Don't bother sleeping at night; use this instead."

Bibi Dong pulled a booklet from her Soul Tool and handed it to Su Chen.

"Also, write five hundred words on your experience absorbing the soul ring and facing the soul beast in the Star Dou Great Forest. I want to see it tomorrow."

The corner of Su Chen's mouth finally couldn't help but twitch. It was one thing to have his sleep replaced by cultivation, but writing an essay on top of it?

"Go on, quickly!"

Bibi Dong suppressed a laugh; these were all things Qian Xunji had taught her.

Now, she was finally experiencing the joy of being a teacher herself.

Yet, on the surface, she maintained the dignity and persona expected of a teacher.

Watching Su Chen leave with a look of utter despair, the corners of her mouth finally curled upward.

"Phew!"

"Taking on an apprentice is quite exhausting."

Bibi Dong undid her belt and removed her outer garment, revealing her exquisite curves.

She stroked her dress, her movements pausing for a moment.

She felt the dried, damp marks on the fabric.

Her pretty face flushed red.

Thinking back to the scene of those two spiders battling today, Bibi Dong couldn't help but bite her thin lips.

Her long legs swayed slightly.