Bibi Dong: Is He Really My Ancestor?

Nan Feng landed lightly and casually sat down cross-legged.

With a casual snap of his fingers, the tough Spider Silk wrapped around Bibi Dong instantly crumbled away.

The moment the restraints were released, Bibi Dong sprang up like a startled cheetah and swiftly put some distance between them.

After a long silence, she finally gritted her teeth and asked,

"How did you know my name?"

Nan Feng looked at her and let out a long sigh.

A timely trace of age-worn vicissitudes appeared in those deep, mismatched eyes.

"I left in a hurry back then. But I once instructed that if any of my descendants awakened Twin Martial Souls like mine, they were to be named Bibi Dong."

He paused, his voice low.

"Twin souls in tandem, the rising eastern sun."

Nan Feng fixed her with a burning gaze. "You are called Bibi Dong, aren't you?"

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered violently, while a storm had already risen in her heart.

Yet naturally suspicious as she was, she remained utterly vigilant.

"If you are my ancestor... and possess such strength, why were you trapped here?"

"To become a god."

Nan Feng shook his head and sighed, his tone carrying a little more genuine helplessness.

"Back then, in pursuit of the path to godhood, I crossed the sea to Sea God Island. Unfortunately, the Twin Spider Emperor was an object of utmost evil and darkness, completely opposed to the Sea God's divine power."

"Left with no choice, I eventually came to the Capital of Slaughter. Yet I never expected that once I stayed... it would be until now."

"You've been to Sea God Island?!"

Upon hearing those words, Bibi Dong's expression abruptly changed, and she blurted it out.

Nan Feng raised a brow, feigning surprise. "What is it? You've been there too?"

Bibi Dong's mind shook.

Back then, under orders, she had led two thousand Spirit Hall elites in an assault on Sea God Island, only to encounter Sea God Island's High Priestess, Bo Saixi.

That woman had been powerful enough to inspire despair.

At the time, Bibi Dong's life had hung by a thread, but Bo Saixi stopped at the very last moment, leaving behind only a sentence Bibi Dong still could not understand.

"You carry the bearing of an old friend."

Now, everything fit together!

Could the man before her truly be her ancestor?!

"What's wrong?" Nan Feng moved a little closer.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the violent turmoil in her chest as she stared at him. "You... know Bo Saixi?"

Nan Feng froze, rubbing his chin. "Bo Saixi? That little girl from Sea God Island?"

The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "Little... girl?"

Nan Feng sank into reminiscence, his tone wistful. "When I first set foot on Sea God Island, she should have been about your age now. Still, she had already become a Titled Douluo under the Sea God Trial."

"With her talent, by now, she should not be too far behind me, right?"

Bibi Dong was stunned.

Bo Saixi had already reached the ultimate realm of Rank Ninety-Nine back then. Then this man claiming to be her ancestor...

Could he also be a legendary Ultimate Douluo?!

"Child, you still haven't told me."

Nan Feng moved close again, his tone gentler. "Have you been well these years? Are your parents still alive?"

At those words, Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly burned.

She quickly turned her head away, avoiding Nan Feng's gaze. Her voice was dry. "My parents died long ago. I grew up in Spirit City. As for how I have been these years..."

Before she could finish, Bibi Dong clenched her teeth tightly. Intense hatred and viciousness she could no longer suppress suddenly erupted from her.

Seeing this, Nan Feng showed a timely look of confusion. "They died long ago? How did they die?"

"I don't know. I never met them." Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her entire body trembling faintly.

Nan Feng sighed, his eyes full of an elder's compassion. "On the path of a soul master, life and death are unpredictable."

He reached out and gently placed a hand on Bibi Dong's shoulder, lowering his voice.

"You have suffered."

Those four words—you have suffered—were like the final blow that shattered her defenses.

Tears spilled from Bibi Dong's eyes, yet she still bit her lip hard, stubbornly refusing to make even the slightest sound of crying.

Seeing this, Nan Feng applied a little force with his hand and pulled her into his embrace.

To his great surprise, the always proud and cold Bibi Dong did not resist at all. Instead, as though she had finally found an outlet, she clutched tightly at his robe and silently wept in his arms.

Holding the trembling Bibi Dong, Nan Feng comforted her gently on the surface, though inwardly he was a little dumbfounded.

Holy shit? This kid actually believed me?!

Just then—

Buzz!

A gray-black Balance mark suddenly emerged at the center of Nan Feng's forehead, flashing with an eerie light.

This was the mark unique to the Trial of the God of Evil.

A cold divine prompt exploded in his mind.

[Trial of the God of Evil, Eighth Trial: Cultivate at least three inheritors of godhood and help them complete their inheritance trials.]

[Time limit: One hundred years.]

Nan Feng's face twitched hard.

God of Evil, you really knew how to screw with people!

Sea God, Asura God, Rakshasa God, Angel God...

There were plainly only four divine positions currently available on Douluo Continent, even counting them all. Yet you wanted me to cultivate three or more inheritors right off the bat?!

Damn you!

The soft warmth in his arms suddenly stiffened.

Reason finally regained the upper hand. After breaking down and crying her heart out, Bibi Dong suddenly came to her senses.

She shoved Nan Feng away and sprang back as if shocked by lightning, turning her back to him.

Though she did not look back, her faintly trembling shoulders and hurried breathing still exposed the panic and embarrassment in the Spirit Hall Saintess's heart.

She had actually cried without any dignity in the arms of an "ancestor" she had just met.

Nan Feng watched her back without disturbing her, allowing her to compose herself.

Cultivate more than three inheritors of godhood?

The task sounded terrifying, as though it meant stripping Douluo Continent's existing divine positions bare. But after Nan Feng did a little mental calculation...

Heh, this was practically an open-book exam!

It was nowhere near as hellish as it appeared!

First, this obedient great-granddaughter before him, Bibi Dong. She was guaranteed to inherit the Rakshasa God's divine position. That was as steady as it got.

Second, the Sea God's divine position.

Bo Saixi was stuck on her Godly Trial. As long as he took the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud he had swiped from Heaven Dou Imperial Palace and delivered it to her, the Sea God's divine position would naturally be secured as well.

Third, the Angel God's divine position.

Since Bibi Dong was here, Qian Renxue's Angel God Trial would naturally be his sooner or later.

One, two, three—done!

Three slots, guaranteed.

But!

Nan Feng narrowed his eyes, his brows gradually knitting together.

Things could not possibly be this simple.

Thinking back on the first seven trials and their bottomless, hell-level torture, Nan Feng knew the God of Evil's rotten nature all too well.

That shameless old God King was a complete thrill-seeker. What he loved most was "dynamically adjusting the difficulty"!

If Nan Feng relied on knowing the plot to breeze through the Eighth Trial in no time, that old bastard, the God of Evil, would definitely force extra drama on him at once and ramp up the difficulty like mad. Unless he drove Nan Feng to his physical and mental limits, he would never stop!

Why had he, a dignified Ultimate Douluo who had cheated his way to Rank Ninety-Nine, spent so many years barely scraping through the first seven trials?

It was not because he was incompetent. It was purely because the God of Evil was too shameless!

He had tortured him in every fickle, unpredictable way imaginable!

So this Eighth Trial absolutely could not be completed too smoothly!

Otherwise, the God of Evil would surely step in personally and make things difficult for him.

Besides, Bibi Dong herself was a massive hidden danger.

According to the normal course of events, Bibi Dong would inherit the Rakshasa God's divine position.

Although the Rakshasa God represented evil thoughts and often arrogantly opposed the Asura God, the fundamental reason the Rakshasa God dared to be so rampant was that the Rakshasa God belonged under the God of Evil!

That was the God of Evil's lackey!

If Bibi Dong continued down the old path of the Rakshasa God Trial, then with the God of Evil's Bi Yang-like character, he would definitely seize the chance to stuff all sorts of private agendas into the Rakshasa God Trial, make life difficult for Nan Feng, and trip him up at every turn!

No, this route had to change.

Bibi Dong absolutely could not touch the Rakshasa God Trial!

She had to switch to another track!

If he was going to play, he might as well go big!

Who was the true ruler of the Capital of Slaughter? Rakshasa?

No, it was the God of Law Enforcement!

Since they were already standing on Hell Road, why choose Rakshasa when he had the advantage of proximity?