Still in My Room

"Endure it. Don't make any strange noises," Bibi Dong said coldly from beside him.

It was a sensation difficult to describe.

It felt as though an invisible pair of hands had pried open a gap within his meridians.

Allowing the essence of the Whale Rubber to slowly seep into them through that gap, widening them bit by bit.

The soul power Bibi Dong released was steady, strictly controlling the direction and speed at which the Whale Rubber seeped in.

"Slow your breathing," Bibi Dong's voice came from above him. "Follow my soul power."

Fang Mo closed his eyes and did his best to regulate his breathing.

Bibi Dong's fingertips passed over the chest center acupoint on his chest, then slowly moved downward, past the Zhongwan Acupoint and arriving at his dantian.

At every point, she lingered a little longer, allowing the Whale Rubber essence to permeate fully.

Fang Mo could clearly feel her fingers trembling slightly.

"Alright. Turn over."

Fang Mo turned over and lay facedown on the low couch.

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on his back, on his thin shoulder blades and protruding spine.

Her fingers dipped into fresh Whale Rubber and pressed against the mingmen acupoint at his lower back.

Fang Mo's body jolted violently.

The mingmen acupoint was one of the most sensitive meridian nodes in the human body. The scorching sensation of the Whale Rubber seeping in from there was several times stronger than at his chest.

Bibi Dong's soul power immediately surged in, firmly containing that scorching heat.

"Endure it."

Her voice was lower than before, and her breathing had become somewhat unsteady.

The prolonged, precise control of her soul power had drained her greatly. A thin layer of sweat had already formed on her forehead.

"The last one."

"This one hurts the most. Endure it."

The moment she finished speaking, her fingertip pressed down.

Fang Mo let out a muffled groan.

The Whale Rubber erupted completely at the Dazhui Acupoint, like a torrent of heat flooding into a dried-up riverbed, strengthening everything in its path.

The entire process lasted roughly a quarter of an hour.

"Done."

She rose to her feet, her body swaying slightly before she quickly steadied herself.

Fang Mo lay facedown on the low couch, soaked through with sweat as though he had just been pulled from water.

Yet he could clearly feel that his meridians had changed.

It was not a simple strengthening, but an elevation in their very nature.

His previously straw-thin meridians now seemed as though they had been reforged.

Their inner walls were smoother, their resilience stronger, and the volume of soul power they could carry had increased by at least thirty percent.

"Thank you, Teacher."

Fang Mo turned over, his voice hoarse.

Bibi Dong did not answer.

She was tidying the items on the tray. Her movements were slower than usual, and her fingers occasionally paused.

Fang Mo noticed that the tips of her ears had turned red again.

After Bibi Dong finished packing up, she picked up the tray and headed for the door.

Seeing that the corridor outside was empty, she seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

"Fang Mo."

"This disciple is here."

Bibi Dong's tone turned serious. "Do not mention what happened today to anyone."

"This disciple understands."

Bibi Dong's footsteps gradually faded away before disappearing around the corner.

Fang Mo lay on the low couch, staring at the ceiling with a faint curve to his lips.

The external application of Whale Rubber had worked even better than he had expected.

But Bibi Dong's condition just now...

She was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Unaccustomed to such close physical contact with a member of the opposite sex, even if he was only a six-year-old child.

The trauma Qian Xunji had left her was not merely psychological.

Fang Mo closed his eyes.

Within his Spirit Sea.

In the depths of the deathly silent darkness, something was quietly changing.

Dong'er's Remnant Soul was still curled up in the corner, but her phantom was more solid than it had been a few days ago.

Over the next three days, Fang Mo strictly followed the training plan Bibi Dong had laid out.

During the day, he studied basic theory in the study. At dusk, he meditated for two hours in the Meditation Room.

As Fang Mo listened, he compared this knowledge with the original work.

Most of it was the same.

Three days later.

Spirit Dong'er awoke.

Her phantom was much clearer than during her previous awakening. The glow around her was steady and gentle, no longer that faint flickering light that seemed ready to disperse at any moment.

Dark red eyes slowly opened, languid and indifferent, like a cat disturbed in the middle of a nap.

"How long has it been?"

"Three days."

"You woke up after just three days?" Bibi Dong herself was somewhat surprised. "That's faster than expected."

Spirit Dong'er fell silent for a moment, as though recalling the sensations she had felt in sleep. Then she suddenly spoke two words.

"Whale Rubber?"

Fang Mo was slightly startled.

"You sensed it?"

"I became your Martial Soul. Naturally, I know every change that happens to you."

Spirit Dong'er spoke with a trace of disdain. "Besides, the smell of that thing is very familiar..."

She suddenly paused, and a subtle glint flashed through her eyes.

Fang Mo understood.

Whale Rubber was a product of the sea.

In her previous life, Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, had been killed by the newly ascended Sea God Tang San, so she could never forget that smell.

She said nothing.

However, Fang Mo could clearly sense that she was deliberately avoiding the subject of Whale Rubber.

She was extremely unwilling to discuss it.

The former Pope of Spirit Hall, once the Rakshasa God, had now been turned into the Martial Soul of a six-year-old child.

That disparity viciously stabbed at her pride.

"Fang Mo."

Dong'er's voice suddenly lowered.

"How are things... between you and that woman?"

Fang Mo nodded. "Not bad. She's teaching me very diligently."

"If I'm not mistaken, when she helped me use the Whale Rubber, she must have confirmed your existence."

Dong'er's phantom trembled slightly.

What surprised Fang Mo was that Dong'er did not care that she had been discovered. What she cared about was how the Whale Rubber had been used.

"What? She helped you use Whale Rubber?" Dong'er's voice was full of shock.

Fang Mo was initially stunned, but he quickly understood. The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Yeah. Teacher helped me personally, and she did it in my room."

The moment Spirit Dong'er heard that, the black mist around her instantly churned violently, making her think of unpleasant things.

Suppressing her emotions, she asked, "How exactly did you use it?!"

"Isn't that how Whale Rubber is used? Is there another method?"

Fang Mo asked, feigning confusion.

"Impossible! How could I have done that sort of thing in the past!"

Dong'er's tone was utterly certain.

However, only after she spoke did she realize that Fang Mo seemed to be secretly laughing.

Spirit Dong'er instantly understood.

She might not know what kind of person Fang Mo was, but did she not know what kind of person she herself was?

Spirit Dong'er was so angry that she said nothing, diving into the depths of the Sea of Consciousness to hide.

No matter how Fang Mo called for her, she gave no response.

The fourth day.

As promised, Bibi Dong came to Fang Mo's room, preparing for the second external application of Whale Rubber.

This time, she was in much better condition than during the first session, and Dong'er witnessed firsthand how it was used.

However, when she told Fang Mo to take off his shirt, her fingers still paused slightly.

"Lie still. Don't move around."

"Yes, Teacher."

The warmth of the Whale Rubber seeped into his meridians again, followed closely by Bibi Dong's soul power. Cold and heat alternated as they advanced.

This time, Fang Mo had adapted considerably and did not let out a muffled groan as he had the first time.

Bibi Dong repeatedly entering and leaving Lin Chen's room naturally attracted the attention of others.

The following morning.

Someone knocked on his door. In the other person's somewhat childish voice, there seemed to be a trace of anger.