Half a Year, Rakshasa Godly Power

More than half a year passed.

Inside Bibi Dong's Cultivation Room, a wave of soul power rippled outward, and the immense pressure startled Ling Feng from his meditation.

Ling Feng opened his eyes to see Bibi Dong's robes fluttering without a breeze, her body radiating an incredibly potent soul power pressure.

Bibi Dong's soul power had broken through; in less than a year, she had actually advanced from level forty-seven to level fifty.

She was only eighteen years old, a testament to the heaven-defying cultivation talent possessed by a true prodigy.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes, a hint of joy flickering within them.

Ling Feng met her gaze and hurriedly offered his congratulations.

"Bibi Dong, congratulations! You'll be a Soul King in no time!"

Bibi Dong laughed, "Haven't you also broken through to level thirty-seven?"

Just as Bibi Dong said, in the past half-year, Ling Feng had also successfully gained two levels of soul power.

This was largely thanks to Bibi Dong's Cultivation Room and the aura of her Spider Emperor martial soul, which had created the optimal simulated environment for his training.

The miniature Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well within his body could gather spiritual energy, which had also given both of their cultivation speeds a significant boost.

"I still have a long way to go compared to you," Ling Feng said modestly.

He was seventeen now, yet his cultivation was only at level thirty-seven—worse than the future Dai Mubai.

However, Ling Feng was satisfied with the past year, having raised his cultivation from level thirty to level thirty-seven.

A seven-level increase in one year was a terrifying speed of cultivation that even geniuses with innate full soul power would struggle to match.

"Don't be discouraged. I believe that with your intelligence, you will definitely be able to catch up to me!"

"Of course, even if you can't, it doesn't matter. I can protect you!"

Hearing Bibi Dong's comfort and her direct way of expressing her feelings, Ling Feng felt his heart stir.

Having spent nearly every day with Bibi Dong for almost a year, it would be impossible for Ling Feng to have no feelings at all.

However, Ling Feng restrained himself and did not respond directly; he feared that if she became too emotional, she might go and confront Qian Xunji.

He was still far from being a match for Qian Xunji and Spirit Hall, and if Qian Xunji were to go mad, there was nothing Ling Feng could do to stop him, even if he risked his life.

Even if he could find Qian Daoliu, that "great benevolent man," there was no guarantee he would intervene, as he had been wanting a successor for a long time.

"Bibi Dong, when you go to hunt soul beasts, could you take me with you?" Ling Feng asked.

Although Bibi Dong needed to hunt soul beasts on her own as part of her required trials, there was certainly someone protecting her from the shadows.

She was aware of this herself, so she knew she generally wouldn't face any life-threatening danger.

Since there was no danger, Bibi Dong thought it over and agreed to Ling Feng's request.

"Alright! Since you have a ten-thousand-year soul skill, you might just be able to help me out!"

She was planning to absorb another ten-thousand-year soul ring this time, but since she lacked a ten-thousand-year soul skill, facing a ten-thousand-year soul beast would be somewhat difficult.

Taking Ling Feng along for the trial might prove useful, and more importantly, she wanted to experience more things with him.

"You overestimate me. With my soul power, I can't use a ten-thousand-year soul skill many times," Ling Feng laughed.

"However, there is one thing I need your help with."

"What is it?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "I want to go to a certain place for training. After you break through, could you accompany me there?"

This was Ling Feng's true goal; as long as Bibi Dong entered the Capital of Slaughter, Qian Xunji would essentially be unable to touch her.

If they could drag it out for a few years, perhaps Qian Xunji's desire for Bibi Dong's body would fade.

This was also a requirement for Rakshasa Bibi Dong—once she obtained the Domain of the Killing God, she would be able to enter and exit the Capital of Slaughter freely to protect herself.

"What place are you going to for training?"

Ling Feng answered truthfully, "The Capital of Slaughter."

"You want to go to the Capital of Slaughter?" Bibi Dong asked in surprise.

"You're only level thirty-seven right now. If you go to the Capital of Slaughter, I'm afraid it will be hard for you to survive, won't it?"

Bibi Dong was worried. As a disciple of the Pope, how could she not know about the Capital of Slaughter?

Furthermore, she had plans to train there in the future, so she was quite well-informed about the place.

It was both a paradise and a hell for the fallen; it served as a prison where Spirit Hall locked away those who had lost their way.

The survival supplies for the fallen were provided by Spirit Hall.

However, this was not free; the supplies were sold to the fallen at exorbitant prices.

The Capital of Slaughter was an underground city that produced nothing. The strong could survive by drinking Bloody Mary, but the weak had to rely on supplies from the outside. Even if Spirit Hall sold them at high prices, they had no choice but to accept it.

This was, in a sense, Spirit Hall's punishment for them, letting them slowly perish in despair.

"That is why I want you to take me in. With your aptitude, you will definitely be able to become a Killing God of the Capital of Slaughter."

"And a Killing God can enter and exit the Capital of Slaughter freely, and can use soul ring skills within the city."

"If I can't make it out, you can bring me out," Ling Feng said.

He was actually deceiving Bibi Dong, because the Rakshasa Bibi Dong in his mind was the Rakshasa God in her past life.

With the protection of the Rakshasa God from a past life, how could he possibly be unable to enter and exit the Capital of Slaughter freely?

On the contrary, Rakshasa Bibi Dong sending him to the Capital of Slaughter was actually to protect Bibi Dong, preventing her from failing her trial.

Bibi Dong thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I happen to need to go there for training as well, so let's go together!"

Seeing Bibi Dong agree, the stone that had been weighing on Ling Feng's heart finally fell to the ground.

As night fell, Ling Feng sat cross-legged in his room.

However, his consciousness had entered his Mental Space, where Rakshasa Bibi Dong resided.

This space was filled with killing intent, evil energy, and all sorts of depraved, malicious thoughts. The moment Ling Feng stepped inside, a multitude of distracting thoughts arose in his mind.

Within a pool of scarlet blood, Rakshasa Bibi Dong was bathing.

Ling Feng only glanced at her once before his heart was filled with all manner of desires and murderous impulses.

Fortunately, he was in his spiritual form, or else he would have made a fool of himself in front of Rakshasa Bibi Dong.

"Senior, Bibi Dong has agreed to go to the Capital of Slaughter with me for training," Ling Feng said.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong nodded. "You have done well."

"However, the Capital of Slaughter is fraught with danger. With your current cultivation, it is still too much of a stretch to train there."

"I ask for your guidance, Senior!" Ling Feng replied.

Rakshasa Bibi Dong said, "Very well. Over these past six months or so, my divine power has recovered somewhat, so I will give you a hand."

"I will use my divine power to nourish your martial soul. How far your martial soul can go will depend on you yourself," Bibi Dong said.

"As for your soul power, you must cultivate it on your own; I will not help you raise it."

"Thank you, Senior! This is more than enough!" Ling Feng was overjoyed; this was exactly what he wanted.

The difference between evolving into a Spider Emperor martial soul now versus waiting until he reached the eighth ring or even Title Douluo was like heaven and earth.

At the very least, he would not be stuck at some bottleneck, unable to progress any further.

A Spider Emperor martial soul was essentially a guaranteed path to becoming a Title Douluo.