Rakshasa Bibi Dong lived inside Ling Feng. With Ling Feng's current cultivation, it was difficult to block her from seeing what he saw.
Since that was the case, he might as well put on a few performances for her and see if he could change her mind.
"You're talking nonsense!" Yu Xiaogang looked as if Ling Feng had hit a nerve. He was furious, but helpless.
Rakshasa Bibi Dong, who lived inside Ling Feng, hadn't initially considered that possibility.
But seeing Yu Xiaogang's expression, she couldn't help questioning whether the Yu Xiaogang she knew was really the same man.
Could Xiaogang have approached me back then just to uncover Spirit Hall's secrets? Had he been deceiving me all along?
Watching Yu Xiaogang's guilty expression, Rakshasa Bibi Dong found it hard not to think so.
She even felt that when she'd fallen in love with him, she'd overlooked these details.
Having planted the seeds of doubt, Ling Feng had no interest in arguing with Yu Xiaogang any longer.
"Get lost!" Ling Feng barked.
He immediately directed the mental power of a Soul King and the Soul Power pressure of a Soul Elder at Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang had already suffered at Ling Feng's hands before. Feeling the aura of Ling Feng's Soul Power, his legs went weak, and he dropped straight to the ground, utterly humiliated.
"This is Spirit City! You dare attack me?" Yu Xiaogang said.
With Yu Xiaogang down and the way clear, Ling Feng had no interest in dealing with him further. He returned to Spirit Academy.
As Yu Xiaogang lay sprawled on the ground, he watched Ling Feng leave and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The wound on his back hurt. Yu Xiaogang touched it and found that cold sweat had soaked through it.
The sweat wasn't as corrosive as Death Spider Poison, but the pain still made him grit his teeth.
"Ling Feng, just you wait. If I, Yu Xiaogang, don't avenge this, may I never be a man again!" Yu Xiaogang swore to himself.
Ling Feng had attended a junior Soul Master Academy.
After graduating, he'd found the tuition at intermediate Soul Master academies too expensive, and figured he wouldn't learn much there anyway. So he'd become a mercenary to make a living.
The surroundings at Spirit Academy were quite nice, much better than at the junior Soul Master Academy Ling Feng had attended.
Ling Feng had a room to himself, where he could do whatever he pleased.
Late that night, after finishing his cultivation, Ling Feng roused Rakshasa Bibi Dong inside him.
"Senior, I want to create a cultivation method that's better suited to me," Ling Feng said, explaining his idea.
"A cultivation method? Why do you want to create one? Is Spirit Hall's Meditation Method not good enough?"
Creating a cultivation method was no simple matter. Even secret arts and Soul Skills were difficult to invent, let alone a method of cultivation.
Rakshasa Bibi Dong thought it over, then advised him, "Ling Feng, your talent isn't particularly outstanding to begin with. You should focus your energy on cultivation."
"Before the age of twenty is the golden period for a Soul Master's cultivation. You should treasure these next few years."
"That's why I'm asking for your help, Senior," Ling Feng said.
"You're the reincarnation of the Rakshasa God. Creating a cultivation method shouldn't be difficult for you, should it?"
Rakshasa Bibi Dong paused, feeling a little guilty.
In her previous life, she'd become a god thanks to Spirit Hall's resources, her Martial Soul's devouring ability, and the Rakshasa God Trial.
As for creating her own Soul Skills or secret arts, how could someone who'd been utterly fooled by Yu Xiaogang possibly succeed?
After becoming a god, she hadn't had time to understand the wonders of the Rakshasa Godhood and divine power, so she had no secret arts or Soul Skills to pass on.
But she'd already promised to teach Ling Feng how to cultivate.
She couldn't very well turn down his first request now, could she?
"I've got it. The Martial Soul Meditation Method uses the Martial Soul as a medium to cultivate Soul Power. What if we replaced the object of meditation with the Rakshasa God?"
The more Rakshasa Bibi Dong thought about it, the more workable the idea seemed. Hmph! I, Bibi Dong, can create a cultivation method too!
With a thought, she changed the surroundings of her dwelling and transformed into the form of the Rakshasa God.
Then she drew Ling Feng's mind into the space. Before long, he appeared a short distance in front of her.
Ling Feng was waiting for Rakshasa Bibi Dong's answer when the world suddenly spun around him. In an instant, he found himself in a strange place.
It was filled with murderous, depraved, bloody, and evil auras.
The first thing he saw was a Blood Pool. Its crimson blood steamed, giving off a faint glow like the Sun Spring at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
A woman bathed in the Blood Pool. Her figure was incredibly slender, far more alluring than the young Bibi Dong's.
But her face was purplish-blue, like a zombie's, and she had fangs that made her look terrifying.
Perhaps only someone with truly unusual tastes could like a Bibi Dong like this.
Ling Feng guessed that if his past self had seen such a sight, he would've been scared unconscious.
"Greetings, Senior!" Ling Feng bowed.
"Good. This is your Sea of Consciousness. Remember how it felt just now, and you'll be able to enter on your own in the future," Rakshasa Bibi Dong said.
Ling Feng had no method for cultivating his mental power, so he didn't know how to enter this space.
But he etched into his memory the sensation of Rakshasa Bibi Dong drawing him in just now.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior!"
Rakshasa Bibi Dong nodded. "You'll have to create your cultivation method yourself, but I can give you a hint!"
She told Ling Feng what she'd just thought of and left him to figure it out.
"Visualize the Rakshasa God Body while practicing the Meditation Method? Would that really work?"
Ling Feng was doubtful. If he cultivated this way, would he end up as Bibi Dong's divine Great Enshrined, her high priest?
Still, Rakshasa Bibi Dong's suggestion was worth a try.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior. But could you stand up, so I can get a good look at your divine body?" Ling Feng asked.
Rakshasa Bibi Dong furrowed her brows. She didn't want Ling Feng to see her in her current state.
But she wanted even less for Ling Feng to learn that she was the future version of the young Bibi Dong, so she was even more reluctant to appear as she truly looked.
"Fine!"
Rakshasa Bibi Dong rose and manifested her Rakshasa God form.
Evil aura radiated from her. Her figure was slender, and she wore black beaded armor. With her blue-purple face and fangs, she carried the Rakshasa Divine Scythe on her back.
The cold, evil aura was so oppressive that even Ling Feng could barely withstand it. His thoughts churned with distractions.
So this is the Rakshasa God? Ling Feng thought.
Seeing that Ling Feng couldn't hold out any longer, Rakshasa Bibi Dong reined in her aura.
"That's enough. Figure it out on your own. Come ask me if there's anything you don't understand!"
Rakshasa Bibi Dong waved her hand, sending Ling Feng out of the space.
Ling Feng sat on the bed, feeling dizzy and light-headed. His forehead was drenched in cold sweat. The pressure on his spirit had been far too great.
I'll try the visualization method Bibi Dong mentioned. I wonder if I'll go into cultivation deviation? Ling Feng thought.
But with Rakshasa Bibi Dong watching over him, he figured nothing would go wrong.
Ling Feng sat cross-legged on the bed and began modifying the Meditation Method, visualizing a Rakshasa God.
It didn't take long for him to succeed. He felt as if a Rakshasa God were bearing down on him, forcing him to endure that pressure every moment.
"Huh? It really works?"
Ling Feng discovered that after this change, the method could not only cultivate Soul Power but also temper his mental power.