A Close Combat with Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang's Scheme

"Your body is stronger than mine?" Rakshasa Bibi Dong asked, sounding somewhat incredulous.

She was already a Spirit Ancestor, and with her Spider Emperor spirit, how could her physical constitution possibly be inferior to Ling Feng's?

Wait, why would he say that? Could he have seen through my cultivation level? Or perhaps he recognized my identity?

Rakshasa Bibi Dong suddenly realized this possibility; otherwise, why would Ling Feng compare himself to her? Wasn't it precisely because her cultivation was high?

However, Rakshasa Bibi Dong did not take it to heart, as her identity was hardly a secret within Spirit City.

Ling Feng's claim that his body was stronger than hers only served to stir her competitive spirit.

"Fine, then let us have a contest. Follow me!" Rakshasa Bibi Dong said.

No one noticed that in the corner of the library, a gloomy-looking young man with a buzz cut was glaring with resentment at the direction in which the two had departed.

This person was none other than Yu Xiaogang. His face was somewhat pale, and the skin in several places on his body was festering, clearly the result of being tormented by the Death Spider Poison.

Even with the help of healing-type spirit masters in Spirit City, there were still lingering aftereffects.

"Damn that Ling Feng, he caused me to end up like this, yet he still has the heart to flirt?" Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth.

Because of Ling Feng, he felt like a rat in a dark corner, unable to face the light.

Seeing Ling Feng laughing and chatting with a stunning woman made him feel extremely disgruntled.

Just then, with a 'bang,' someone heavily slapped Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder.

"What are you looking at? That is the disciple of His Holiness the Pope; is she someone you can covet?"

"A toad lusting after swan meat—why don't you go find a puddle to see your own reflection and see what you look like!"

"You! Who are you calling a toad?" Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists.

He was a disciple of the Upper Three Sects with noble bloodlines; how could anyone dare to call him a toad?

Even in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, no one dared to insult him like this, so how could he endure it?

"I'm talking about you! Look at yourself, you're rotting right there—isn't that just as disgusting as the warts on a toad? Hahaha!"

"That is because I was poisoned!" Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but ultimately, he did not explain.

After all, this was Spirit City, not the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; it was not his place to run wild here.

"Hmph, so what if it's Spirit Hall? One day, I will make you all look at me with new eyes!"

"He just said that beautiful woman is the Pope's disciple. I wonder if she has a way to help me break through my bottleneck?"

Yu Xiaogang had chosen to join Spirit Hall a few days ago, but after searching for several days, he had found no way to solve his own problems.

He suspected that Spirit Hall was hoarding secrets and that he had not yet come into contact with their true secret heritage.

"As the Pope's disciple, that woman should have access to the true heritage of Spirit Hall, right?"

"Even if she doesn't, she could always ask her teacher for it!"

I should start by finding out what she likes, Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

Spirit City, atop the Sacred Mountain.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong led Ling Feng to her training grounds.

"Let's do it here!" Rakshasa Bibi Dong said.

Away from the eyes of the crowd, the cold, aloof air that usually clung to Rakshasa Bibi Dong vanished, replaced by a youthful vitality.

Ling Feng scanned the area and discovered there was no equipment for strength training. How were they supposed to compare their physical bodies?

"Ling Feng, seal your spirit power; I'm about to attack! Whoever uses spirit power or their spirit first loses!" Rakshasa Bibi Dong declared.

Ling Feng paused for a moment before realizing how Rakshasa Bibi Dong intended to compare their physical bodies—she wanted to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

He had originally intended to compare their strength, defense, speed, and endurance, but he hadn't expected Rakshasa Bibi Dong to choose this method.

However, Ling Feng was not afraid, as he had specifically studied several types of combat techniques to train his body.

Furthermore, having perfected the Ice and Fire Golden Body, his physique should not be weaker than Rakshasa Bibi Dong's.

"Fine, but there's no point in just sparring like this. How about we add a wager?" Ling Feng asked.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong's interest piqued upon hearing this: "That makes sense. What do you want?"

"I haven't decided yet. How about this: whoever loses must grant the other person one condition, how does that sound?" Ling Feng proposed.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong nodded; she did not believe for a second that she would lose.

"Then I won't hold back!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Rakshasa Bibi Dong rushed toward Ling Feng. Having reached the level of a Spirit Ancestor, her body was not weak, tempered by spirit power and the secret medicines of Spirit Hall.

However, Ling Feng had tempered his body with the Ice and Fire Golden Body for over a decade and possessed an external spirit bone, making his physique exceptionally strong.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong reached out, balled her hand into a fist, and hammered it toward Ling Feng.

Having consumed the Dew of Looking Through Autumn Waters, Ling Feng had forged his 'Fiery Golden Eyes.'

With Rakshasa Bibi Dong having helped him open his sea of consciousness, his spiritual power had already surpassed that of the young girl.

Without the augmentation of spirit power, Bibi Dong's movements appeared extremely sluggish in his eyes.

Ling Feng reached out and gripped, catching Bibi Dong's small fist.

A massive force surged toward him, but Ling Feng did not retreat a single step, bracing himself against it head-on.

My strength truly doesn't lose to Bibi Dong's! Ling Feng let out a sigh of relief.

After all, neither of their martial spirits were strength-based, and their spirit power levels were not vastly different, so their physical strength was on the same tier.

In that case, it would be very difficult for Ling Feng to lose.

Bibi Dong's reaction was swift; with one hand restrained, her other hand struck toward Ling Feng like a hammer.

Yet, it was still to no avail; in Ling Feng's eyes, every one of her movements was seen through.

The next moment, both of Bibi Dong's hands were controlled by Ling Feng, so she raised her leg and kicked toward his crotch.

"Your moves really have no technique to them!"

Ling Feng reacted with lightning speed, using both of his legs to clamp down on Bibi Dong's incoming calf.

Had his reaction been any slower, he likely would have ended up a eunuch.

Just like that, the two stood in the center of the Cultivation Room in an extremely ambiguous posture.

"Let go of me!" Bibi Dong struggled.

After clashing, Bibi Dong realized that Ling Feng's strength was indeed not weaker than her own; relying on strength alone, she found she could not break free.

"If you admit defeat, I'll let you go!" Ling Feng said.

"Hmph, how could I possibly lose?"

Driven by her competitive nature, Bibi Dong twisted her body, and her other leg lashed out at Ling Feng like a whip.

Having cultivated the Death Spider Emperor, her own legs were as flexible as spider limbs.

Although Ling Feng could withstand this lash, he had no desire to take a hit for nothing, so he gripped Bibi Dong's hands and pulled hard, ducking into her embrace.

Bibi Dong's kick missed, and her entire body seemed to lunge onto Ling Feng instead.

Losing her support, she fell backward.

Her face flushed red; feeling Ling Feng's body heat, she felt her heartbeat quicken.

As the Saintess of Spirit Hall, this was her first time in such intimate contact with a man.

Ling Feng pinned Bibi Dong down, suddenly sensing her body soften as she seemed to give up resistance, leaning against him.

"What a sin!" Rakshasa Dong sighed within the sea of consciousness.

Watching Ling Feng hold her younger self, she felt as if he were holding her, making her feel utterly uncomfortable.