Douluo: Demon Spider Martial Soul, Bibi Dong's Sacrifice
Chapter 17

Rakshasa Visualization Method

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Rakshasa Bibi Dong resided within Ling Feng's body, and given his current cultivation level, it was somewhat difficult to obscure her vision.

Since that was the case, he might as well put on a few performances for her to see if he could change her.

"You're talking nonsense!" Yu Xiaogang looked as if his inner thoughts had been exposed, his anger flaring in his helplessness.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong, living inside his body, had not originally thought in that direction.

But seeing Yu Xiaogang's appearance, she could not help but doubt the Yu Xiaogang she thought she knew.

Could it be that Xiaogang really only approached me back then for the secrets of Spirit Hall? Has he been lying to me all along?

Watching Yu Xiaogang's guilty demeanor, it was hard for Rakshasa Bibi Dong not to think this way.

She even felt that when she had fallen in love back then, she had overlooked these details.

After Ling Feng had finished sowing seeds of doubt, he had no interest in bickering with Yu Xiaogang any further.

"Get lost!" Ling Feng barked sharply.

He directed his Spirit King-level mental power and Spirit Grandmaster-level spirit pressure directly at Yu Xiaogang.

Having suffered at Ling Feng's hands before, Yu Xiaogang felt the aura of his spirit power and his legs went weak, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a pathetic state.

"This is Spirit City! Do you dare to make a move?" Yu Xiaogang said.

With Yu Xiaogang down and the path cleared, Ling Feng had no interest in paying him any more mind and returned to Spirit Academy.

Slumped on the ground, Yu Xiaogang watched Ling Feng leave and let out a secret sigh of relief.

He felt a stinging pain in the wound on his back; Yu Xiaogang touched it and discovered that the wound was soaked with cold sweat.

Although the corrosion of this sweat could not compare to Death Spider Poison, it still made him grit his teeth in pain.

"Ling Feng, just you wait. If I, Yu Xiaogang, do not avenge this, I am no man!" Yu Xiaogang swore to himself.

Ling Feng had attended a junior spirit master academy.

After graduating, he found the tuition for the intermediate spirit master academy too expensive and felt he wouldn't learn much there, so he began working as a mercenary to make a living.

The environment at Spirit Academy was quite decent, much better than the junior academy Ling Feng had attended.

Ling Feng lived in a single room, where he could do as he pleased.

Late at night, after Ling Feng finished his cultivation, he awakened Rakshasa Bibi Dong within him.

"Senior, I want to create a cultivation technique more suited to myself," Ling Feng stated his idea.

"A cultivation technique? Why do you want to create one? Is the meditation method of Spirit Hall not good enough?"

Creating a technique was no simple matter; let alone a cultivation technique, even secret arts and spirit skills were not easy to create.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong thought for a moment and advised, "Ling Feng, your talent is not outstanding to begin with; you should focus your energy on cultivation instead."

"The years before twenty are the golden age for a spirit master's cultivation. You should cherish this time."

Ling Feng said, "That is why I want to ask for your help, Senior."

"Senior is the reincarnation of the Rakshasa God; creating a technique shouldn't be a difficult task for you, right?"

Rakshasa Bibi Dong paused; she was actually feeling a bit guilty.

In her past life, she had attained godhood by relying on the resources of Spirit Hall, the devouring of spirits, and the Rakshasa God trials.

As for self-created spirit skills or secret arts, how could someone who had been led around by the nose by Yu Xiaogang have succeeded in that?

After becoming a god, she hadn't had the time to fully comprehend the wonders of the Rakshasa God position and divine power, so she had no secret arts or spirit skills to pass down.

However, she had promised to teach Ling Feng how to cultivate.

Now that Ling Feng had made his first request, she couldn't very well refuse, could she?

I have it! The spirit meditation method uses the spirit as a medium to cultivate spirit power. What if I change the object of meditation to the Rakshasa God?

The more Rakshasa Bibi Dong thought about it, the more she felt this method was feasible. "Hmph! I, Bibi Dong, am also capable of creating techniques!"

With a thought, she changed the environment where she resided and manifested the appearance of the Rakshasa God Body.

Then, she drew Ling Feng's consciousness into this space, and before long, Ling Feng appeared not far before her.

Ling Feng was waiting for Rakshasa Bibi Dong's answer when he suddenly felt the world spin, and he found himself in a strange place.

This place was filled with killing intent, depravity, blood, and evil auras.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pool of blood; the scarlet liquid bubbled with heat, emitting a faint glow similar to the hot spring of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

A woman was bathing in the blood pool. Her figure was extremely graceful—something the young Bibi Dong could not compare to.

However, the woman's face was a ghastly cyan-purple, like a zombie, with fangs exposed, appearing extremely terrifying.

Perhaps only someone with very peculiar tastes would like such a Bibi Dong, right?

Ling Feng reckoned that if his past self had seen such a sight, he would have been scared senseless.

"Greetings, Senior!" Ling Feng bowed.

"Mm, this is your mental sea. Remember this feeling; you will be able to enter it yourself in the future!" Rakshasa Bibi Dong said.

Ling Feng did not possess any cultivation techniques for spiritual power, so he did not know how he had arrived in this space.

However, he kept the insights he had gained when Rakshasa Bibi Dong pulled him in firmly in his heart.

"Many thanks for your guidance, Senior!"

Rakshasa Bibi Dong nodded and said, "You must create your own cultivation technique, but I can give you a few hints."

She shared her thoughts with Ling Feng, leaving him to contemplate them for himself.

Visualizing the Rakshasa God Body during meditation? Is this method truly effective?

Ling Feng was highly skeptical; he wondered if he would end up becoming a High Priest or Grand Pontiff of Bibi Dong if he cultivated this way.

Nevertheless, Rakshasa Bibi Dong's suggestion was certainly worth a try.

"Thank you for the guidance, Senior, but would you be able to stand up so that this junior may properly observe your divine form?" Ling Feng asked.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong frowned; in truth, she did not want Ling Feng to see her current appearance.

However, she wanted him to know even less that she was the future version of the young Bibi Dong, so she was even more reluctant to reveal her true face.

"Very well!"

Rakshasa Bibi Dong stood up and manifested her Rakshasa God form.

Her entire body exuded a malevolent aura; she had a slender figure, wore black beaded armor, possessed a green face with fangs, and carried the Rakshasa Divine Scythe on her back.

That cold, evil aura was so intense that Ling Feng could barely withstand the pressure, feeling his mind fill with distracting thoughts.

Is this what a Rakshasa is? Ling Feng thought to himself.

Seeing that Ling Feng could no longer hold on, Rakshasa Bibi Dong retracted her aura.

"That is enough. Ponder it yourself, and if there is anything you do not understand, come and ask me again."

With a wave of her hand, Rakshasa Bibi Dong sent Ling Feng out of the space.

Ling Feng sat on his bed, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, his forehead drenched in cold sweat; the pressure on his soul had been far too great.

I should try the visualization method Bibi Dong mentioned. I wonder if it will cause me to suffer a cultivation deviation? Ling Feng thought.

However, with Rakshasa Bibi Dong watching over him, he felt he should be safe from any accidents.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged on the bed and began to modify his meditation technique, visualizing a Rakshasa God.

Before long, he succeeded in his visualization; it felt as if he were being suppressed by a Rakshasa God, constantly enduring that very same pressure.

"Eh? It really works?"

Ling Feng discovered that by modifying the technique this way, he could not only cultivate his soul power but also temper his spiritual power.

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