Bibi Dong After Defeat

Dinner was brought in by a maid.

After bathing, Fang Mo changed into a brand-new set of clothes, also brought by the maid.

Fang Mo returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, trying to enter his Spirit Sea.

The Spirit Sea was an endless darkness.

Dark, damp, cold, with a faint scent of blood, like a battlefield abandoned long ago.

Fang Mo stood in the center of the darkness and looked around.

There was no sound.

No light.

Only endless darkness.

"I know you're awake," Fang Mo said, his voice echoing through the darkness.

Silence.

Only silence answered him.

"You were already awake during the Martial Soul awakening at the orphanage," Fang Mo said calmly.

"You deliberately caused such a huge commotion to draw Bibi Dong's attention, because you knew she would definitely come."

No matter what Fang Mo said, silence was still the only response.

After three breaths, he smiled.

Fang Mo sneered. "Heh, it doesn't matter if you won't speak. I can speak for you.

"You've only just awakened. Your Godhood and God Position are both shattered, and even speaking is difficult now.

"In your current state, you can't even defeat a low-level Soul Master."

A faint snort came from the darkness, and a blurry outline began to emerge.

"As expected."

Fang Mo took a step forward.

Humanoid, female, long hair cascading down.

She looked exactly like she had during the awakening ceremony, but more illusory, more transparent, like smoke that could disperse at any moment.

Dark red eyes, cold and proud, carrying disdain etched into her bones, stared fixedly at Fang Mo.

Fang Mo met her gaze calmly. "Hello, my name is Fang Mo. And you?"

The phantom did not answer.

But Fang Mo could sense the mental fluctuations coming from it.

They contained rejection, disgust, anger, and a trace of deeply concealed... fear.

Fang Mo understood that fear very well.

A former Rakshasa God, one of the god-level powerhouses on the Jialing Pass battlefield, had now been reduced to the Martial Soul of a six-year-old child.

This was not merely a demotion from the Rakshasa God Position. It was a fundamental denial of her dignity.

Fang Mo continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me. I know who you are anyway."

The dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and Fang Mo took another step forward.

"You are the... loser of that battle."

The figure in the darkness suddenly shuddered.

A mental shockwave erupted, carrying boundless fury and killing intent as it rushed straight at Fang Mo's consciousness.

Fang Mo did not dodge. He simply stood there and allowed the mental shockwave to crush over him.

It hurt terribly, as if ten thousand needles had stabbed into his brain at once, yet Fang Mo did not make a sound.

He knew everything about Bibi Dong.

Her pride, her pain, her unwillingness to accept defeat, her obsession with the loss at Jialing Pass.

He knew those words would enrage her, but he had to say them. Only then would she begin to take this host seriously.

The mental shockwave lasted for about three breaths before rapidly weakening.

The phantom became even more transparent—the attack had nearly exhausted all the strength she had left.

"That battle at Jialing Pass..."

Fang Mo's voice was soft, but in the silent Spirit Sea, every word was crystal clear.

"You weren't willing to accept that loss, were you?"

The phantom Bibi Dong suddenly froze, her dark red eyes widening.

The anger vanished from those eyes. The killing intent vanished. Even the disdain vanished, replaced by immense shock.

A six-year-old child should not have known about Jialing Pass, much less known that she had been "defeated."

And this was something that would only happen in the future.

Fang Mo looked into those dark red eyes and calmly spoke his final words. "I know your unwillingness. You only have two choices now."

"First, keep rejecting me. Keep sleeping in the darkness until one day you completely dissipate.

"No one will remember you, just as no one remembers that defeated woman on the Jialing Pass battlefield."

"Second, cooperate with me. Help me grow stronger, and you will be helping yourself grow stronger as well. Finish what you failed to accomplish in your previous life."

After Fang Mo finished speaking, the Spirit Sea once again fell into deathly silence.

Bibi Dong was scrutinizing this six-year-old child—every word he said, every expression, every breath he took.

She was judging whether the person before her was telling the truth or lying.

Fang Mo did not avoid her scrutiny. He stood there openly and calmly.

Not because he had no secrets. On the contrary, he carried far too many.

Bibi Dong was the Rakshasa God. Her insight into the human heart far surpassed that of ordinary people, even as a Remnant Soul.

So he chose to tell the truth.

An incomplete truth.

But every sentence was true.

The silence lasted a long time.

So long that Fang Mo thought she would not answer.

Then, the phantom moved.

She slowly drifted one step closer to Fang Mo.

The dark red eyes were right before him.

A cold aura washed over him, carrying the deathly presence unique to Rakshasa Divinity.

A voice rang out in Fang Mo's mind, hoarse and weak, carrying arrogance carved into her very bones.

"You? A mere ant... worthy?"

Fang Mo smiled again. "As for whether I'm worthy, we can wait and see."

The phantom stared at him for a long time.

Then, she slowly sank back into the darkness.

She did not agree.

Nor did she refuse.

But that was enough...

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight squeezed through the crack in the window and finally fell on Fang Mo's eyelids.

He slowly opened his eyes, taking three seconds to confirm that he was not dreaming. He was no longer in that impoverished orphanage.

He was now in the Pope Palace.

"Knock, knock, knock~"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

After receiving Fang Mo's permission, the door slowly opened.

A young woman dressed in a gray attendant's uniform walked in, carrying a tray.

"Young master, this is your breakfast." The attendant lowered her head, her voice soft. "His Holiness the Pope instructed that after breakfast, you are to proceed to the main hall."

Fang Mo accepted the tray.

"Thank you, big sister."

The attendant suddenly froze. She quickly raised her head and glanced at Fang Mo before lowering it again.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..."

Then she quickly withdrew from the room.

Fang Mo sat down at the table, but he had no mood to savor the food. His mind was racing nonstop.

"The main hall."

Bibi Dong meeting him in the main hall meant that today's meeting would not be private. Others would be present as well.

They could be trusted subordinates of the Pope Palace, scholars responsible for Martial Soul research, or perhaps even people from the Elder Hall.

She was testing him.

Bibi Dong bringing him back to the Pope Palace last night had been her personal decision, without going through any formal procedures.

If word reached the Elder Hall, those old officials would certainly question why the Pope had personally gone to retrieve an orphan of unknown origin.

Her position was still extremely dangerous, so she had taken the initiative to bring the matter into the open.

A Martial Soul test.

If Fang Mo's Martial Soul was deemed highly valuable, she would have a legitimate reason to take him under her wing.