Setting the World Upside Down: Saintess, I'm Your Sworn Little Brother!

As for this soft, adorable appearance of a six-year-old child—what "Godly Trial punishment"?

He had made that up entirely.

He had changed himself into this form of his own accord!

Back when he had been quietly building himself up in Sunset Forest, the Martial Soul he had focused on first was the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.

In order to find a sufficiently powerful seventh Spirit Ring to bear his Martial Soul Avatar, he had roamed all over the world and gone to immense lengths to snatch away that Dark Demon Evil God Tiger—the one that Da Ming and Er Ming would one day greatly fear!

Not only had he absorbed its Spirit Ring, but he had also swallowed the strange pearl that condensed after the tiger's death!

That battle, followed by the absorption process, had nearly cost him half his life.

Although that Dark Demon Evil God Tiger had not yet reached sixty thousand years of cultivation at the time, the tyranny of its bloodline surpassed even ordinary hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings.

Had he not spent years soaking in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to temper his body and build an absurdly solid foundation, he would likely have died on the spot.

But high risks often came with high rewards.

After surviving that life-or-death crisis, not only had his Soul Power soared, but he had also completely fused with the incomparably domineering Evil God Bloodline within the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!

Later, when he went to the Capital of Slaughter, before the Asura God made any move, the Evil God King of the God Realm descended a Godly Trial upon him. It was most likely because of the Evil God Bloodline within him.

That Evil God Bloodline contained six supreme ultimate attributes: time, space, lightning, storms, evil, and strength...

After decades of relentless development, coupled with the boost granted by completing the Trial of the God of Evil, those powers had long since merged into his bones and blood, becoming his instinct.

Using the power of time to reverse his body's condition and turn himself back into a five- or six-year-old was easier for him than drinking water.

As for why he had turned into a child...

It was naturally not because he, a mighty Ultimate Douluo, still had the heart of a child and wanted to play young.

It was simply because this appearance made things far more convenient!

After all, if Bibi Dong returned from her training in the Capital of Slaughter with an adult man of unknown origin and overwhelming presence at her side...

Qian Xunji of Spirit Hall and those old fossils in the Elder Palace would probably sound every alarm and lock down the entire city on the spot.

But what if... she brought back a helpless, harmless-looking child instead?

That calculating Pope Qian Xunji would at most send someone to investigate his background. He would never take a five- or six-year-old child seriously.

Besides, in the world of Soul Masters, the disguise of a child was always the most perfect one.

So long as Nan Feng did not release his pressure himself, who would remain on guard against a little baby at all times?

Of course, aside from concealing his identity, Nan Feng had another, more important purpose—getting a firm hold on Bibi Dong's heart.

Worried that she might encounter trouble upon returning to Spirit City, this old ancestor of hers had risked the enormous backlash of his Godly Trial, forcibly interrupted his seclusion, and emerged in this miserable state to accompany her.

For Bibi Dong, who was currently in a desperate state—utterly insecure, abandoned by the world before, and consumed by her obsession with revenge...

What could break through her defenses more effectively than such unreserved favoritism?

Since he had decided to cultivate Bibi Dong as the foremost candidate to seize the Asura Godhood, he naturally had to seize this chance to raise her favorability to the maximum in one go!

Bibi Dong lowered her head and looked at Nan Feng, who only came up to her waist. Her expression remained extremely complicated.

Even if his strength was still terrifying, he had...

Forcibly emerged from seclusion during such a crucial period of his Godly Trial, one that concerned becoming a god, and had even suffered divine punishment that turned him into this state...

Seeing her spacing out, Nan Feng took the initiative to step closer.

He struggled onto his tiptoes and stretched out his fair little hand, patting Bibi Dong's head with great solemnity as he comforted her in a childish voice while pretending to be mature.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy that your old ancestor is personally accompanying you home?"

"Don't worry. With me protecting you, even if you accidentally provoke an Ultimate Douluo, I can still carry you away safely!"

Hearing his bold declaration, Bibi Dong's eyes reddened again.

"You... why do you insist on treating me so well?"

Nan Feng raised a brow and sighed helplessly. "Little Dongdong, I've noticed that your memory is truly terrible. I think you'd better carry a little notebook with you from now on and take notes whenever I speak."

His teasing instantly interrupted the emotion Bibi Dong had been building up.

Her expression froze. A strange impulse rose within her, and she instinctively reached out to pinch Nan Feng's delicate, doll-like cheek as she said irritably,

"My memory is excellent!"

"Ah—"

Nan Feng frowned slightly and glared at her in feigned indignation, sternly condemning her in his childish voice.

"How disrespectful! Is my face something a junior like you can just pinch? Let go!"

Seeing his utterly contrasting, haughty little appearance, Bibi Dong suddenly felt guilty as though she had been caught doing something wrong. She quickly withdrew her hand, her gaze flickering.

Just as she thought she had angered her old ancestor again, Nan Feng suddenly extended his little hand.

"Smack."

Two slightly chubby fingers unceremoniously pinched Bibi Dong's fair, smooth cheek and tugged hard.

"There." Nan Feng released her and nodded in satisfaction. "Now we're even."

Bibi Dong was stunned for several seconds before she could not help bursting into laughter. The sudden amusement swept away much of the gloom in her eyes.

"You're already so old. Why do you still act exactly like a child?"

Nan Feng looked at her speechlessly and clapped his small hands. "Who says that living a long time means you have to keep a stern face all day and act ancient?"

"Living is exhausting enough. If you want to live happily, you have to keep a youthful mindset!"

The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched as she could not help mocking him. "This of yours... isn't youthful anymore. Isn't it just childish?"

"What's wrong with being childish?"

Nan Feng planted both hands on his hips and challenged her righteously. "Do you think childish is a derogatory word?"

"Oh, right. In this dog-eat-dog world, childishness truly is a fatal flaw for weaklings who can only be slaughtered by others. Because weak people have no right to be childish."

"But..."

Nan Feng raised his immature little face slightly, his tone filled with absolute dominance.

"I have the capital to be childish!"

Watching his righteous expression, Bibi Dong's lips curled upward despite herself, and her mood lightened considerably.

"So..." Bibi Dong asked softly, "are you coming back to Spirit City with me?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes, looking utterly speechless. "Isn't that obvious? Did you think I put aside a perfectly good Godly Trial, turned myself into this state, and came out just so I could wander the world alone?"

"But..."

Bibi Dong furrowed her brows slightly. "If you go back with me, you'll need a reasonable identity, won't you? I'm the Saintess of Spirit Hall. I went to train in the Capital of Slaughter, then suddenly came back holding the hand of a child of unknown origin. I need to give Qian Xunji and the Elder Palace a plausible explanation."

"How about..."

A sly glint suddenly flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes as she tentatively suggested,

"I tell them that I discovered your talent while training outside and took you in as my personal disciple?"

"Oh?"

Nan Feng's brows shot up, and he dragged out his words in a strange tone.

"Setting the world upside down, are we? You've gotten bold, haven't you, girl? You actually want to become my teacher?"

He put on a show of cupping his hands in salute, teasing her in his childish voice.

"Saintess, above me, would this disciple like to kowtow to you first?"

"I-I didn't mean that..." Bibi Dong was made somewhat embarrassed by his exaggerated reaction and hurriedly waved her hands.

"Forget being a disciple."

Nan Feng waved his little hand and stroked his chin in thought. "If we absolutely have to come up with a suitable identity that would make sense in Spirit Hall..."

Before he could think of anything, Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she cut in first.

"How about... we say I found you outside and acknowledged you as my sworn little brother?"

Seeing that Nan Feng seemed about to refuse, Bibi Dong hurriedly added an explanation.

"Think about it. You have the same rare Twin Spider Emperor Martial Soul as I do. I can tell them that while training outside, I happened to discover you, an orphan with a Martial Soul of the same lineage. Because we shared the same misfortune and felt drawn together by our bloodline, I brought you back and acknowledged you as my little brother. Not only would that be perfectly logical, but with identical Martial Souls as cover, it definitely wouldn't arouse suspicion!"

Nan Feng thought it over. It really was a perfect excuse.

"Fine."

Nan Feng nodded reluctantly. "But we need to make three rules. When we're acting in front of others, I can reluctantly call you big sister. But when we're alone..."

Bibi Dong wore a strange expression and tentatively continued, "When we're alone... I continue calling you Old Ancestor?"

"Old Ancestor?"

Nan Feng's expression stiffened. "What Old Ancestor? Call me Brother!"

He pointed angrily at his pink little face. "Do I look that old?! Calling me Old Ancestor over and over, you're making me sound like some old fossil ready to be buried!"

"It's settled, then! In public, I'll call you Sister and give you plenty of face. In private, you'll call me Brother to show respect for your elder. That makes us even!"

Bibi Dong looked at his spoiled, domineering expression, her face indescribably strange.

"In public, I'm the sister. In private, you're the brother..."

"You really refuse to suffer even the slightest loss."