Bibi Dong: You're the One Who Let Me Push My Luck. Nan Feng: How the Hell Is This My Fault?!

Bibi Dong shot him a sidelong glance and snorted. She did not dwell on the matter, instead setting down her spoon and asking in a slightly heavy tone,

"I really don't know what goes through that head of yours all day. What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Did being cooped up in that godforsaken place for decades turn you into a pervert, so you especially enjoy teasing children? Or have you been an Ultimate Douluo for so long that you simply enjoy this... sick sense of accomplishment from playing people in the palm of your hand and manipulating their hearts?"

Nan Feng picked up his bowl. "It's obviously for your sake."

"For my sake?" Bibi Dong looked utterly speechless. "Do you really think I'd believe that?"

"Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter." Nan Feng shrugged and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. "I've never needed anyone else's approval for what I do. As long as the outcome is good, that's enough."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, her voice turning cold. "So you're using the excuse of doing this for my good to forcibly impose your wishes on me?"

"But aren't you happy?"

Nan Feng set down his chopsticks and looked directly at her. "I can clearly sense your emotional fluctuations. Every night when you hold her, you're absolutely relaxed—you even enjoy it! As long as you don't deliberately recall those damned memories, deep down, you can completely accept her."

"I've never urged you to let go of the past, nor have I asked you to forgive anyone. I support whatever revenge you want to take. Whoever you want to kill, I'll hand you the knife! But everything you do cannot make you sink deeper and deeper into this swamp of hatred. You seek revenge to free yourself, not to force yourself into becoming a monster that can only hate the world!"

Bibi Dong's expression became incredibly complicated as she stared fixedly at the small figure before her.

She could tell that Nan Feng truly was doing everything he could for her sake! His starting point really was entirely, completely for her!

But she simply could not understand!

Why would this guy she had only known for a few months go so far for her? What did he gain from it? Was she worth him putting so much effort into plotting and guiding her?

"You... do you really need to go this far?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

"Of course I do!" Nan Feng slapped the table and declared righteously, "I'm counting on you to inherit the Asura Godhood in the future, then ascend to the God Realm with me, grow stronger and greater, and create new glory!"

"The Asura God is a God of Law Enforcement. His Divine Seat's inheritance cannot tolerate all that twisted darkness and ugliness hidden in your heart."

Nan Feng stroked his chin, looking utterly righteous. "So, to make sure you can successfully inherit the Divine Seat in the future, I naturally need to do some psychological cultivation in advance!"

Bibi Dong's face darkened, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "You call this cultivation? This is obviously brainwashing, isn't it?!"

"Call it whatever you want." Nan Feng shrugged indifferently. "I've explained my goals, my methods, and every step I take to you clearly and plainly every single time. I may be ruthless in how I do things, but I've always been completely open and honest with you, haven't I?"

"Besides, I've never made you develop that kind of unhealthy dependence on me. I even strongly oppose you relying on me. Everything I've done is meant to raise you back into a strong person with an independent, healthy personality."

"I won't deny that I'm playing a cultivation game. But this cultivation game of mine has absolutely no ill intent toward you. Whether I've treated you well or not, don't you know that in your own heart? Can't you judge for yourself?"

Bibi Dong fell completely silent.

She had no strength to refute him, because every word Nan Feng had said was true.

Seeing that she said nothing, Nan Feng did not add anything more. He picked up his chopsticks again, ready to eat.

However, just as he picked up a mouthful of greens and prepared to put them into his mouth,

the silent Bibi Dong suddenly leaned forward without warning, grabbed his left hand, and, with lightning speed, viciously bit down again on the spot where the wound had only just healed!

"Aah—!!!"

A miserable scream rang through the entire Saintess Palace.

The pain nearly made Nan Feng leap out of his chair. He clutched his wrist, which had been bitten bloody again, and stared at Bibi Dong in bewilderment and disbelief.

"What are you doing?!"

Bibi Dong gracefully released his hand, extended the tip of her pink tongue, and lightly licked the blood from the corner of her lips as she looked at him provocatively.

"What happened last night, when you joined forces with Qian Renxue to trick me, isn't over yet!"

"I'm warning you: if you dare secretly find someone to heal it again, then every time you heal it, I'll bite you again!"

Nan Feng was utterly speechless at her haughty appearance. "How old are you, big sis? Did you devolve? What kind of nonsense is this now?!"

Bibi Dong snorted and ignored him completely. She stood up, turned around, and left the dining room, heading back to the Mimicry Training Ground to continue training.

Nan Feng was left sitting alone at the dining table, staring at the two neat rows of teeth marks embedded deep into his wrist, on the verge of tears.

What a sin!

He had thought only that little brat Qian Renxue needed guidance. But now that he looked at it, when Bibi Dong's temper flared up, she was even harder to deal with than a child!

Over the next full month, the atmosphere in the Saintess Palace became extremely strange.

Qian Renxue had thoroughly mastered the "advanced self-sacrifice routine" Nan Feng had taught her.

She began wandering around in front of Bibi Dong as if by accident, outwardly acting sensible, strong, and cautious, while secretly revealing just the right hint of heartbreaking vulnerability.

Bibi Dong truly did have an instinctive reaction to this "contrastive pity act," and there were even several times when her gaze softened.

But!

Bibi Dong was incredibly intelligent. She quickly realized—

this had to be Nan Feng causing trouble behind the scenes again!

How could a straightforward girl like Qian Renxue suddenly become so scheming?!

And so, Nan Feng suffered.

His two hands were used by Bibi Dong as punching bags in turns.

Whenever Qian Renxue acted "sensible" over there, Bibi Dong would turn around and grab Nan Feng for a vicious bite, treating it as a way to vent the awkwardness in her heart.

At last, Nan Feng completely exploded!

To hell with this! I'm not putting up with it anymore!

He had kindly acted as a mediator, doing his utmost to help repair their mother-daughter relationship, only to be pinned down and bullied like this!

Did they really think an Ultimate Douluo like him was made of clay?!

At dinner time,

Bibi Dong returned to her chambers after finishing her high-intensity training. The moment she entered, she saw Nan Feng sitting at the table.

Unlike usual, Nan Feng was not wearing his customary playful grin. Instead, his hands were folded atop the table. Those hands, once covered in bite marks, had now fully recovered without even a trace of a scar.

More importantly, his expression was extremely grim.

Seeing this, a bad feeling suddenly rose in Bibi Dong's heart.

This old monster... isn't actually angry from humiliation, is he?

Bibi Dong suppressed the guilt in her heart, forced herself to remain calm, walked over, and sat down across from him, looking somewhat restrained.

Nan Feng did not look at the food on the table. Instead, he stared at her coldly. "Tell me, do I look... easy to bully?"

Bibi Dong's gaze flickered slightly as she shook her head. "No."

"Then why do you dare bully me again and again?" Nan Feng slammed the table and demanded.

Bibi Dong fell silent for a moment before muttering softly, "...Because you're willing to let me bully you."

Nan Feng laughed in anger. "When did I ever agree to let you bully me?!"

"If you weren't willing..." Bibi Dong retorted with perfect confidence, "then with the strength of an Ultimate Douluo like you, you could slap me to the ground with one hand. Would you really just stand there and let me bite you so many times without fighting back?"

Nan Feng was momentarily speechless.

"Fine, I admit that I may have spoiled you a little in this matter."

Nan Feng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger. "But haven't you pushed your luck a little too far?!"

Bibi Dong looked at him in confusion. "Didn't you let me push my luck?"

"Damn it!" Nan Feng's eye twitched violently. "When the hell did I let you push your luck?!"

Bibi Dong paused, then stood up and took a few steps over to Nan Feng's chair.

She bent down, scooped Nan Feng up from the chair, then sat down herself and placed him on her long, fair thighs.

Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around him, rested her chin on his shoulder, looked into his eyes at close range, and said as if it were only natural,

"See? This is how you let me push my luck."

"..."

Nan Feng fell completely silent.

He looked at his current passive position, felt the soft warmth against his back, and his mind buzzed.

How the hell... really is this my fault?!