Senior, with so many people watching, isn't this inappropriate...

Upon hearing this, the group of Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall turned green on the spot.

Those two slick, wriggling prehistoric giant maggots, like nightmares branded deep in their souls, broke through the soil once again and crawled all over their minds.

"Vomit--"

It's unclear who started it, but the sounds of gagging instantly formed a symphony.

Despite his advanced age, Golden Crocodile Douluo's survival instinct was at its peak. He slid under the table with incredible speed, unlike someone of his age.

Ghost Douluo went even further, employing his Soul Skill, half his body disappearing into the shadows of the wall, muttering, "You can't see me, you can't see me..."

The two burly men, Demon Bear Douluo and Tuoba Xi, were huddled together, trembling, their eyes tightly shut, refusing to turn around.

The bizarre scene made Ning Fengzhi, Dai Tianfeng, and the others' mouths twitch uncontrollably.

How are the Title Douluo of your Spirit Hall... in terms of mental state?

Lin Feng ignored the group of drama queens and nodded to Bibi Dong, signaling her to take out the items.

To everyone's surprise, Bibi Dong's face flushed bright red, turning as red as an egg could be fried in water. She twisted the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her eyes darting around, refusing to look at Lin Feng.

Is it... here?

Her voice was barely audible.

"With so many people watching... no, that's not a good idea..."

Lin Feng was taken aback.

I understood immediately.

Oh, right.

I had specifically reminded myself beforehand that certain "details" should not be forgotten when massaging the body.

To have His Holiness the Pope display the "nude" model she had custom-made for him in front of a group of grown men...

This is a bit inhumane.

"Come with me."

Lin Feng was decisive; he turned around and headed for the second floor.

Bibi Dong felt as if she had received a pardon, and almost ran after him, lifting her skirt as if afraid that Lin Feng would change his mind at any moment.

Only after the two figures disappeared around the corner of the stairs did the group of people in the lobby, who had been holding their breath, collectively let out a long sigh.

Golden Crocodile Douluo crawled out from under the table, covered in dust and grime, patting his chest and cursing, "That scared the hell out of me! I thought I was going to get a mental attack from that thing again."

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing had just breathed a sigh of relief when a fragrant breeze wafted towards her.

"Thump!"

Hu Liena suddenly appeared in front of her, bracing herself against the wall with one hand, trapping her in a corner.

A standard wall slam.

Hu Liena's foxy face was very close, her nose almost touching Zhu Zhuqing's face. She felt the surge of Soul Power within Zhu Zhuqing's body, and her eyes turned red with ache.

She extended the index finger of her other hand and gently traced the tip of it across Zhu Zhuqing's tense face.

"Little kitty, confess honestly."

"Were you 'pampered' by your senior last night?"

Hu Liena lowered her voice, her tone ambiguous yet urgent.

"What position does the senior prefer?"

"Does it hurt? Or... does it feel good?"

Hearing these suggestive words, Zhu Zhuqing's face instantly turned bright red.

The second floor, Lin Feng's room.

Bibi Dong followed closely behind Lin Feng, her heart pounding like a drum.

This is it!

She appeared nervous, but her eyes darted around curiously, taking in the simple furnishings of the room.

Every item seemed to carry the cool, pleasant scent of its predecessor.

Sooner or later, I will be able to sleep openly and honestly in this bed!

Together with Lin Feng!

Bibi Dong made a solemn vow in her heart.

"Take it out." Lin Feng's calm voice interrupted her daydreams.

"Huh? Oh..."

Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed again, and she awkwardly took out a bundle wrapped tightly in a black cloak from her Soul Tool.

"Um... senior, I'm clumsy with my hands..."

"The sculpting... might not look very good, you... you should be prepared."

Lin Feng's lips twitched slightly.

Given your incredible skill in transforming the Spider Emperor into a prehistoric giant maggot last time, what unrealistic fantasies could I possibly have?

Without saying a word, he reached out and ripped off the cloak.

Then, Lin Feng fell silent.

He stared at the "artwork" in front of him, feeling as if his worldview had been completely shattered.

It was a "body" that could barely be identified as human.

One leg is long, the other is short, and it's bow-legged.

One arm was as thick as a neck, and the other arm was as thin as a stick.

Facial features... are those even facial features? It looks like they just poked five holes in my face!

The proportions of the entire body are distorted to an unbelievable degree, full of postmodern deconstructionist style.

Even Picasso would have to offer her a cigarette and say, "Hey sis, you're more abstract than me."

Lin Feng's gaze slowly moved downwards.

He landed on that body, on the "key area" he had specifically instructed him to go to.

The upper body is alright.

Although they are one big and one small and severely asymmetrical, at least they have the characteristics, so they can barely be considered passable.

Lin Feng had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The gaze continues downwards.

Then, his breathing stopped.

What is that?

Sewing?

No, that thing is more like a dried-up Scar, deep and rough.

Lin Feng suppressed the urge to rub his forehead; only one thought occupied his mind.

Did she just take a knife and make a cut on it?

Wrong.

Look at those rough edges and the deep, forceful cuts; it looks like it was stabbed directly with a fruit knife!

Lin Feng's eye twitched violently. He slowly turned his head and looked at Bibi Dong, who had buried her head in her chest and wished she could die on the spot.

He really wanted to ask, "What deep-seated hatred do you harbor for yourself that would allow you to create something like this?"

However, considering this woman's previous feat of using herself as a template to create two giant prehistoric maggots, it's worth noting that...

At least this time I managed to create a human-like figure.

Even with rounding, the progress can be considered rapid.

"Cough."

Lin Feng cleared his throat and began his critique in an extremely professional tone.

"The basic structure... is fairly complete."

"It's just that the body proportions... are rather unrestrained."

"And this... um, the curves are a bit too impressionistic."

Hearing this evaluation, which was comparable to a public execution, Bibi Dong trembled like a leaf.

It's over.

She must think I'm a hopeless idiot.

Lin Feng walked around the lump of "abstract art" once, and finally resigned himself to his fate, beginning his rescue work.

Watching Lin Feng's slender fingers begin to roam over her "future body," Bibi Dong felt as if she were about to evaporate on the spot.

This is much more embarrassing than the last time I created Martial Soul!

That's her body!

Although it's just a lump of mud now, sooner or later... sooner or later it will become one with its own soul!

Lin Feng's fingertips traced the waistline of the "body," trying to find some curves.

Bibi Dong felt a sudden numbness in her lower back.

Lin Feng covered the chest of the "body" with his palm and began to adjust the strange proportions of the large and small parts.

Bibi Dong's breathing became erratic instantly.

She felt her whole body burning up, her strength being drained away little by little, and her whole body went limp.

Finally, Lin Feng lowered his head, his gaze falling on the grotesque "blade".

He reached out and gently extended his hand.

Bibi Dong could no longer bear it. She covered her face with her hands, letting out a soft sob through her fingers, and dared not look any longer.

However, just as Lin Feng was fully focused on "reshaping" Bibi Dong, an unexpected figure slowly walked into the entrance of the Maple Dye Pavilion...