Ling Feng swallowed the melted Whale Rubber, and its immense medicinal power took effect instantly.
He felt as if his blood was boiling. His heart raced, and the medicinal power seemed to nourish his entire body.
Ling Feng felt as though he were about to catch fire.
But he knew that after taking the Infernal Delicate Apricot, he was impervious to fire and water. This couldn't possibly happen.
Ling Feng's thoughts began to wander. One moment, the image of the young Bibi Dong appeared in his mind, and he imagined her shyly nestling in his arms.
The next, the image of Rakshasa Bibi Dong appeared in his mind, and he imagined her looking down at him, pressing her jade feet against his chest.
Ling Feng's body reacted in turn.
Just then, he suddenly felt a chill at the center of his brow—a killing, icy chill.
Ling Feng immediately understood. Rakshasa Bibi Dong had seen him making a fool of himself and was snapping him back to his senses from within his Sea of Consciousness.
"I really made a fool of myself!" Ling Feng felt embarrassed. He hadn't expected himself to lose control so badly.
It was all because he'd stuffed his mind with too much filthy material in his previous life and had also visualized the Rakshasa God. No wonder the Whale Rubber affected him.
"Good thing I didn't take the Whale Rubber in Bibi Dong's Cultivation Room. Otherwise, how could I have held myself back?" Ling Feng thought.
He hurriedly jumped into the ice water he'd prepared in advance to cool himself down and clear his head.
By midnight, Ling Feng had finally absorbed all the medicinal power of the Whale Rubber.
The ice water he was in had turned scalding hot.
Just then, a wave of Soul Power rippled out from his body.
As the Whale Rubber strengthened his body, his Soul Power had also risen by one level, breaking through to level thirty-five.
If he hadn't been staying in the Spirit Academy dormitory and risked disturbing the others, he probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself from letting out a long roar.
"In just a few months, my Soul Power has gone from level thirty to level thirty-five. Bibi Dong really is my lucky star!"
The side effects of the Whale Rubber gradually subsided. After cultivating for half the night, Ling Feng began to feel mentally tired as well.
He climbed out of the tub, lay down on the bed, and promptly fell asleep.
On Spirit Mountain, inside Pope Palace.
At that moment, eight people stood in the vast hall, while a young man sat on the floor.
At the head of the group stood two blond men who looked somewhat alike. They stood together like brothers.
The other seven took one of the blond men as their leader and watched the young man on the floor in silence.
One of the blond men spoke. "Child, begin."
"If you fail, Spirit Hall will take good care of your family."
The young man bowed solemnly. "Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"
Before him lay a Soul Beast on the brink of death, with a cultivation of eight hundred years.
The young man plunged a dagger into the Soul Beast's heart, ending its life. A yellow Soul Ring appeared.
He quickly released his Martial Soul. Beneath it, a lone Soul Ring revolved.
"Father, honored uncles, according to our records, the highest known age for a Soul Master's Second Soul Ring is seven hundred and forty years."
"This child took Whale Rubber. If he can surpass that record, it will prove that the Martial Soul Theory is correct!"
The people in the hall were the absolute upper echelon of Spirit Hall, and they all understood the significance of this experiment.
If it succeeded, Spirit Hall's ranks of geniuses would grow without end, and there would never again be a gap between generations.
The group waited silently for the young man to absorb the Soul Ring.
Nearly an hour later, the young man, his body covered in bloody scabs, stirred. Beneath his Martial Soul, two Soul Rings were now clearly visible.
"Haha, good! The child succeeded!" Qian Xunji exclaimed.
"The Soul Master World is about to undergo a major change, but Spirit Hall is already ahead of the rest!" one of the elders said.
Qian Xunji was delighted, first because Spirit Hall had gained an enormous advantage.
Second, with a master of Martial Soul Theory like Ling Feng around, he believed they would surely find a way to resolve the flaw in Bibi Dong's Twin Martial Souls.
The other blond man nodded as well. He looked about the same age as Qian Xunji, and was none other than his father, Qian Daoliu.
"Good. With this method of cultivation laying the foundation for the next generation, perhaps one of them can pass the Angel God's trial and break through level one hundred to become a god!"
After speaking, Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji. "Xunji, you're not young anymore. It's time you had an heir!"
More than ten years ago, after returning from Sea God Island, he had stepped down as Pope to focus on finding a way to become a god.
Becoming a god at level one hundred had become an obsession for him.
Unfortunately, after failing time and again, he had accepted his fate and understood his duty as the Angel God's high priest.
If he could raise someone who became a god, at least he could satisfy that obsession.
So now, all he wanted was a grandson or granddaughter. He wanted Qian Xunji to have a child as soon as possible so he could raise them.
"Alas, I wonder how far Tang Chen has gotten on his path to godhood?" Qian Daoliu felt a little dejected, but he had already accepted his fate.
At Qian Daoliu's words, Qian Xunji immediately pictured his disciple, Bibi Dong.
But he knew that his father would never agree to it.
Someone who could become the Angel God's high priest had to possess a character as pure as the sun. How could his father agree to such a violation of moral norms?
So he could only make an excuse. "Father, I'm still young. There's no rush to have a child!"
Qian Daoliu didn't press him. He believed the Angel God would arrange everything, and that his grandson or granddaughter would be born when the time was right.
A few days later, at the Spirit City library.
Yu Xiaogang didn't dare go looking for Ling Feng again, afraid Ling Feng would humiliate him and make him lose face once more.
Though he knew Ling Feng wouldn't attack him without reason, he couldn't withstand the pressure of Ling Feng's spiritual power.
"Damn Ling Feng! Where exactly did he take Bibi Dong? He ruined everything for me!"
In a corner of the library, Yu Xiaogang casually rummaged through the theoretical books that interested him.
Just then, a dusty little booklet fell down. Its cover was even missing a corner.
"What's this? The Rakshasa Meditation Method?" Yu Xiaogang quietly read the words aloud.
"The name Rakshasa... I think I've seen it somewhere before?"
Yu Xiaogang grew interested and opened the booklet.
A visualization diagram met his eyes. An endless torrent of murderous and evil aura seemed to surge toward him, startling Yu Xiaogang.
"T-this Meditation Method is definitely no ordinary thing. I knew Spirit Hall was hiding something good!"
Yu Xiaogang was secretly delighted. He had endured humiliation and joined Spirit Hall for things like this, hadn't he?
Now, his "fortuitous encounter" had arrived.
Yu Xiaogang had no idea that this so-called fortuitous encounter had all been arranged by someone else.
In fact, since he didn't need to spread the method himself, Ling Feng had even printed the words "Rakshasa" on it.
Even if that caught the Rakshasa God's attention, she would only notice Yu Xiaogang.
After memorizing the Meditation Method, Yu Xiaogang tucked the booklet into his clothes and hid it away.