Qian Daoliu: Granddaughter, You've Been Tied Up Three Times Anyway—Why Not Try Again?

Nan Feng sighed helplessly. "Didn't I already satisfy you just now? You want to go again?"

"I let my guard down just now!" Qian Renxue protested. "This time, I definitely won't fall for it again!"

Nan Feng turned around, intending to head in another direction.

Qian Renxue performed another front flip and stubbornly blocked his path, her tone even carrying a trace of pleading. "Just tie me up once! Consider it doing me a favor, okay?"

Looking at this piece of gum he could not shake off, Nan Feng sighed. "Fine."

The moment he spoke, Qian Renxue faced him as if confronting a formidable enemy.

With a low shout, she directly activated Martial Soul Possession!

Brilliant golden Soul Power erupted instantly, enveloping her entire body as pure white wings appeared behind her.

She focused completely, determined not to let even a mosquito come within half a meter of her.

Nan Feng looked baffled. "What are you doing?"

Qian Renxue stared fixedly at his hands, fully on guard. "Getting ready! So you can't ambush me again!"

Nan Feng sighed, looking at her as though he were caring for an idiot. "But you're already tied up."

"What?"

Qian Renxue froze and instinctively mobilized her Soul Power.

The next second, that familiar feeling of restraint suddenly snapped tight, viciously binding her entire body!

She looked down and saw that her hands, feet, and waist had somehow been wrapped in dense, crystalline Spider Silk again, greedily absorbing her Sacred Soul Power!

"What the hell?!"

Qian Renxue completely lost it. She was nearly driven mad.

What was going on?!

This time, I didn't even touch him!

How did this damned stuff get wrapped around me?!

Qian Renxue struggled with all her strength for a while, but it was useless.

Before long, her Soul Power was completely drained again, and she lay on the grass without a will to live.

Nan Feng leaned closer and squatted beside her head, utterly confused. "Do you have some kind of masochistic fetish? Why do you like this sort of thing?"

"You're the one with a masochistic fetish!"

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth furiously, her eyes red-rimmed. "If you've got the guts, let me go and we'll do it again! This time, I absolutely, absolutely won't fall for it!"

"You should just lie there obediently. Everything is possible in your dreams."

Nan Feng sighed. No longer in the mood to play with this girl, he stood and headed toward the front hall.

Only after Nan Feng had gone far away did Qian Daoliu emerge somewhat awkwardly from the shadows beneath the trees.

Qian Renxue looked as though she were about to cry, lying on the ground and staring at him pitifully, her eyes full of grievance and curiosity.

Qian Daoliu's expression was rather awkward at the moment.

He stepped forward and waved his hand, scattering sacred radiance that freed Qian Renxue.

Before his granddaughter could ask anything, he cleared his throat first to cover his embarrassment. "Ahem... that boy moved too quickly, and his methods were extremely well-hidden. Even Grandpa just now... didn't notice when he made his move."

Qian Renxue's eyes widened, and she looked utterly defeated.

"How about..."

Qian Daoliu cautiously suggested, "you go try again? This time, Grandpa guarantees that I'll focus with all my attention! I'll definitely see exactly what he does!"

Qian Renxue was about to collapse. "Again?! I've already been tied up three times!"

Things should not happen more than three times, damn it!

"You've already been tied up three times anyway, so one more time won't hurt."

Qian Daoliu rarely acted shamelessly, earnestly talking nonsense. "Besides, you've come this far. If you give up now, wouldn't those first three times have been for nothing?"

Qian Renxue was struck by this unbeatable sunk-cost logic.

"Fine! I'll go!"

She clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, and like a warrior marching generously to her death, chased after Nan Feng toward the front hall again.

Watching his granddaughter's retreating figure, the ease on Qian Daoliu's face vanished instantly. His brows furrowed as he replayed everything that had just happened over and over in his mind.

When exactly had that boy released the Spider Silk?

From beginning to end, he had not sensed the slightest trace of Soul Power fluctuations!

Could it be that it had not been an instantly cast skill, but a trap laid around this place long ago?

Elsewhere.

After leaving the rear garden, Nan Feng strolled off to find Bibi Dong.

At that moment, Bibi Dong was meditating and cultivating in a special little courtyard beside her sleeping quarters.

There was none of the dazzling holy light commonly seen in Spirit Hall here. Instead, the place was particularly gloomy.

Several towering trees with luxuriant branches and leaves had been planted all around. Their evergreen canopies blocked nearly all sunlight year-round.

The most scalp-numbing part was that the trunks, branches, and even the ground were covered everywhere in spiderwebs of all sizes.

Colorful spiders crawled densely about, poisonous and harmless alike, numbering at least several hundred species.

If an ordinary person had even slightly weaker nerves, one glance would probably scare them unconscious on the spot.

This was Bibi Dong's exclusive Mimicry Training Ground.

To the venomous spiders here, Bibi Dong was the supreme Spider Emperor.

Even if she slept here without any defenses at all, she would not face the slightest danger.

The instant Nan Feng approached the small courtyard, Bibi Dong, who was sitting cross-legged at the center of the grounds, sharply opened her eyes. "What is it?"

Nan Feng walked in, casually pushed aside a web, glanced at the colorful poisonous creatures around him, and teased, "Your training environment has quite the heavy taste."

Bibi Dong did not care. "This is a specialized Mimicry Training Ground built specifically for me. Don't you know that?"

"A Mimicry Training Ground?" Nan Feng's expression turned strange. "So the so-called mimicry training you people talk about is just finding a bunch of animals or plants similar to your Martial Soul and staying beside them?"

The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "This has been the consensus in the soul master world for centuries. In a mimicry environment highly compatible with a Martial Soul's attributes, a soul master's cultivation speed can be effectively increased. In a carefully selected, specialized environment like this, the speed can even rise by nearly ten percent."

Nan Feng walked over to Bibi Dong and sat cross-legged before her.

"I won't deny that this primitive method can indeed increase cultivation speed. But have you never used your brains to consider the fundamental reason why this environment can increase that speed?"

Bibi Dong was taken aback. "The fundamental reason? Isn't it enough to know that it works and speeds up cultivation?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes helplessly.

"I won't deny that this kind of empiricism—caring only whether something works and not why—is convenient. For an individual, it is enough to know how to become stronger. There is no need to think too much."

"But Spirit Hall is the largest soul master organization on the Douluo Continent. Have you never considered deeply studying the underlying principles behind this phenomenon? Once you grasp the essence, you can improve the method and multiply cultivation efficiency!"

Bibi Dong shook her head. "No. At least as far as I know, Spirit Hall has no specialized research of this kind at all."

"For soul masters, personal strength is the only true hard currency."

"Young soul masters are busy cultivating desperately and competing for resources. Once they reach a certain bottleneck and can no longer improve their cultivation, most begin enjoying life and fighting for power and profit. A small number with ambition choose to enter secluded cultivation."

"The vast majority of Spirit Hall's soul masters are the former. As for the latter, most are Spirit Douluo who hope to break through to Titled Douluo, or Titled Elders who have hidden in the Elder Palace for decades or even centuries without seeing daylight."

"As for what you said, delving into and exploring deeper soul master theories... there are almost no people in Spirit Hall willing to do such thankless work."

"Most of the materials on soul master theory in Spirit Hall's Library were actually gathered and collected from the outside world or other sects. They were not the product of internal research."

"Because such things hold no practical value for Spirit Hall's soul masters."

"Just as you scolded me before. What Spirit Hall values most is absolute force and personal strength. The high-ranking people with status disdain these vague soul master theories, while the low-ranking people without status gain nothing from researching them. Naturally, no one bothers with them."

After hearing this, Nan Feng's eye twitched violently twice.

"No wonder you were blind enough to fall for Yu Xiaogang back then..."

Nan Feng held his forehead and sighed. "So among all those jocks in Spirit Hall who only know how to compare fists, he was the one attention-seeker who hugged books all day and took the scholarly route!"