Bibi Dong, Don't Come Any Closer... I Can't Control Myself...

Qian Xunji deliberately spat out a mouthful of food from the meal beside him, then ran out. He had wanted to head to the Saintess Palace, but before he got far, he was stopped by Spirit Hall guards.

"This deposed Pope is to return to his room immediately. You are not permitted to leave!"

Qian Xunji gritted his teeth and tried to run, but he did not possess a shred of Soul Power now. He was quickly pinned down by several guards.

Qian Xunji tried to struggle with all four limbs, only to feel a wave of searing pain. His entire body instantly stiffened.

One of the guards spat at him contemptuously, the saliva landing on Qian Xunji's face. "You used to be a Titled Douluo, so I respected you as the Pope. Now, ptooey..."

Then, together with another guard beside him, he dragged Qian Xunji back to his room and viciously threw him onto the floor.

"His Holiness has ordered that no one may help you, and you are not allowed outside either. If the Grand Elder hadn't insisted on protecting you, do you think you could still live peacefully in a place like this? If there's a next time, we'll report it to His Holiness immediately." The guard who had just spat in Qian Xunji's face snorted coldly and spoke with disdain before leaving with the other guard.

At the Pope Palace, a nourishing soup was delivered to Ye Xunfeng's desk as he handled Spirit Hall affairs.

"Bibi Dong, you should be cultivating now, not following me around," Ye Xunfeng said softly without stopping his quill, his head lowered.

"But I feel so safe by your side. Maybe I can cultivate even better this way." Bibi Dong rested her chin on her hand and smiled.

Ye Xunfeng's pen paused. "I..."

"I know you can't possibly open your heart to me so quickly, but that doesn't matter. It's enough that I like you. And I, Bibi Dong, refuse to believe that with me right in front of you, you feel nothing at all." Bibi Dong gave a soft huff.

Ye Xunfeng's throat bobbed twice. How could he possibly feel nothing at all?

Perhaps because of the Angel Spirit in this life, he appeared aloof and restrained.

But he still had eyes. Though he truly could not approve of some things Bibi Dong had done in her previous life, she was undeniably beautiful.

Ye Xunfeng looked away. Maintaining an outward calm despite the faint panic within him, he looked at the two bowls of soup before him, picked one up, and drained it in one gulp.

The moment he finished, Ye Xunfeng sensed that something was wrong. It seemed something had been added to the medicinal soup, leaving behind a faintly bitter taste.

Bibi Dong gave another soft snort, then drank a bowl as well.

Before Ye Xunfeng had written another two words, he felt his entire body grow feverishly hot, and he cursed inwardly.

Who drugged me with an aphrodisiac?!

Who has the nerve?!

Ye Xunfeng felt his whole body tremble. He quickly pushed himself up against the desk and headed for the secret chamber.

Bibi Dong also sensed that something was wrong. She had intended to leave, but then something occurred to her. Her eyes instantly lit up as she followed close behind Ye Xunfeng.

"Why are you following me? Hurry and suppress it with Soul Power, then go find someone..." Ye Xunfeng's voice was tinged with hoarseness.

Ye Xunfeng sat cross-legged in a corner, trying to use his Soul Power to completely burn away the aphrodisiac.

"I don't regret this. I like you, Ye Xunfeng. You like me too, don't you?" Bibi Dong clung to him with an almost obsessive intensity, the clarity in her eyes nearly gone.

The night was silent. In the dark secret chamber, only the intertwined sounds of their breathing echoed.

A strange, sweet, chilly fragrance filled the air.

Ye Xunfeng sat cross-legged, his brows tightly furrowed and fine beads of sweat covering his forehead.

Ye Xunfeng frantically mobilized the Soul Power within his body, trying to forcibly suppress the burning heat rampaging through his meridians.

Faint golden Soul Power flickered around him, forming a fragile barrier as he desperately held on to his last thread of clarity.

But Bibi Dong beside him had already fallen completely into delirium.

The overbearing effects of the drug had long since destroyed her reason.

She only felt as if raging flames were burning through her body, while an indescribable emptiness and agitation devoured her.

"So hot..." she murmured, her eyes unfocused as she instinctively drew closer to the cool aura of his Soul Power.

Her soft body pressed against his arm, her scorching warmth passing through their thin clothing.

Ye Xunfeng's body abruptly stiffened, and the Soul Power circulating steadily within him instantly fluctuated violently.

"Don't come closer..." Ye Xunfeng gritted his teeth. His voice was so hoarse that it barely sounded like his own, and a hint of madness flashed through his eyes.

He wanted to push her away, but his body's instincts were locked in a desperate battle against his reason.

"Help me..." Bibi Dong could not heed his warning at all. She only knew that Ye Xunfeng's Soul Power could bring her a sense of coolness.

She stretched out her arms and tightly embraced Ye Xunfeng from behind.

Her warm lips drew close to the side of his neck, carrying an indescribable scorching sensation.

Bibi Dong kept pressing herself closer to him, seeking more physical contact.

Bibi Dong's confession, along with her dependence and burning passion in that moment, loosened the defenses in his heart.

The string in Ye Xunfeng's mind called reason snapped completely.

The Soul Power barrier he had struggled to maintain instantly collapsed, and the instincts of his suppressed body seized control the moment his reason crumbled.

He suddenly took the initiative, pulling her into his arms and firmly imprisoning her against his chest.

In the darkness, his eyes were restless from having endured to his limit. His usual composed demeanor was shattered completely.

"You were the one who provoked me first," he said in a low voice. Then he lowered his head and deeply sealed her rosy lips with his own. "Don't regret it."

Ye Xunfeng's last bit of clarity allowed him to carry Bibi Dong into the adjoining resting room.

The next moment, all restraint and reason were cast aside. In that dark space, two figures entwined.

A night of abandon.

The next morning, Ye Xunfeng slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bibi Dong, who was clinging to him with a dependent expression.

A trace of helplessness filled Ye Xunfeng's eyes.

"I'm sorry." A flash of guilt passed through Ye Xunfeng's eyes, but when he recalled the previous night, anger flashed through them instead.

It was not directed at Bibi Dong beside him, but at the person who had drugged them.

Ye Xunfeng gently withdrew his arm and looked at the disheveled clothes beside them, sighing inwardly.

He would take responsibility. Of that, there was no doubt.

But what about Ah Yin?

Struggle flashed through Ye Xunfeng's eyes, but he quickly figured it out. He was the inheritor of two gods and the Pope of Spirit Hall. So what if he had a few more women?

This was already a fantasy world, not the monogamous world of his previous life.

It was enough that he could give them a wonderful future and a stable home.

Ye Xunfeng instantly came to terms with it, and his gaze became much calmer.

Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Ye Xunfeng beside her, excitement flashed in her eyes before she quickly concealed it.

Seeing that Bibi Dong had awakened, Ye Xunfeng turned toward her. "How are you? I'll take responsibility, but..."

"I..." Bibi Dong looked at Ye Xunfeng, knowing what he was about to say. Her face instantly turned somewhat pale. "I know. You're waiting for her. I'm sorry. I can live peacefully with her..."

Ye Xunfeng paused, then reached out and stroked Bibi Dong's head. "Don't worry. I won't let you down. Other than her, I probably won't have anyone else."

Bibi Dong raised her head and nodded gently.