Bibi Dong, Soul Emperor, Encounters a Fallen One

Upon making contact with Bibi Dong's spirit power, the red spirit bone slowly sank into her thigh and vanished.

Bibi Dong began to fuse with the spirit bone, and her spirit power broke through once more as a result.

The sheer intensity of that spirit power was enough for even Ling Feng to feel the pressure.

Ling Feng kept watch in the room, waiting for her to finish absorbing the bone.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Bibi Dong finally opened her eyes, which were filled with pleasant surprise.

"How do you feel? Any discomfort?" Ling Feng asked.

Bibi Dong nodded and said, "Ling Feng, you were right. This spirit bone is a perfect match for my sixth spirit skill!"

"I've gained a spirit bone skill called Blood Rage, which allows me to increase all my attributes by one hundred percent."

"A one-hundred-percent increase in strength? Does this skill come with a price?" Ling Feng pressed.

Bibi Dong replied, "It does. After using this skill, I will enter a period of weakness."

"But that drawback is offset by my sixth spirit skill."

"I can use my sixth spirit skill to drain blood and store its essence within the spirit bone to fuel the spirit bone skill."

"As long as that essence hasn't been exhausted, I can keep using this skill without any cost!"

"Furthermore, this spirit bone amplifies the power of my sixth spirit skill, Blood-Sucking Spider Thorn, allowing it to ignore the enemy's defensive skills!"

"It's that powerful?" Ling Feng was somewhat surprised.

With this spirit bone complementing her Blood-Sucking Spider Thorn, couldn't she keep this skill active indefinitely?

Bibi Dong was quite satisfied with the spirit bone skill; even with the side effect, it was an excellent ability.

"I've heard that spirit skills cannot be used in the Capital of Slaughter, but spirit bone skills can," Ling Feng suggested.

"We can store up some extra blood essence in the spirit bone before we enter the Capital of Slaughter."

"Good idea. Since we're heading there anyway, we can hunt down some fallen ones and spirit beasts that have invaded human territory!"

"Though, using a skill to drain blood does feel a bit like the behavior of the fallen," Bibi Dong remarked.

You're aware that you sound like a fallen one! Ling Feng thought to himself.

If she hadn't been taken in by Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong would likely have fallen long ago; otherwise, she could never have become the successor to the Rakshasa God.

Still, Ling Feng comforted her, "It's fine. As long as we keep our original intentions, we won't descend into becoming fallen ones."

"Even if you do become a fallen one, I will stay by your side," Ling Feng declared.

"Ling Feng, you're so good to me!" Bibi Dong kissed him and said, "If I do become a fallen one, I'll be the strongest one there is, and I'll protect you then!"

Ling Feng was speechless: You're the successor to the Pope, why are you still thinking about becoming a fallen one?

"Bibi Dong, what is your current strength?" Ling Feng asked.

Bibi Dong replied, "I am now a level sixty-three Spirit Emperor!"

She had gained one level of spirit power for each of her fifth and sixth spirit rings, and another level from absorbing the spirit bone.

Combined with the ten levels of spirit power from the Love-Sickness Heartbroken Red, she had leaped from level fifty to become a level sixty-three Spirit Emperor.

"Hiss! A Spirit Emperor under nineteen years old—that must be unprecedented, right?"

"But you're already level sixty-four, and I'm only level thirty-eight. I feel like the gap between us is only growing," Ling Feng lamented.

"That is all thanks to the immortal herb you gave me. That herb saved me at least three years of bitter cultivation."

"Besides, you aren't doing poorly yourself. You only just broke through to level thirty-seven, and you're already at thirty-eight."

"This cultivation speed is faster than mine was when I was still a Spirit Grandmaster. You'll catch up to me soon," Bibi Dong comforted him.

Ling Feng shook his head. Catching up to Bibi Dong wouldn't be that easy.

As long as she could withstand the impact of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, she would be able to cultivate her second martial soul.

Once she absorbed a few hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, Bibi Dong would be able to rapidly break through to the Title Douluo level and beyond.

Ling Feng could only hope that Rakshasa Bibi Dong would be generous enough to bestow a god-given martial soul upon him.

As evening approached, Ling Feng went to rent a room for Bibi Dong so she could rest.

However, Bibi Dong did not return to her own room, choosing instead to stay in Ling Feng's room for the night.

Having discovered that Ling Feng didn't dare to simply "devour" her, Bibi Dong had become increasingly bold, constantly testing his restraint.

Early the next morning, the two set off for the Capital of Slaughter.

The Capital of Slaughter was in the west of the continent, so their trip to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt spirit beasts had been a detour in the opposite direction.

However, Ling Feng had been there to gather herbs, and Bibi Dong had also benefited, so neither found it troublesome.

In an unknown village within the Fanos Province.

The village was littered with mummified corpses, yet strangely, there were still signs of life in many of the houses.

Even the chimneys of many houses were still emitting smoke, the air filled with the peaceful scent of hearth and home.

"We're still too late!" Ling Feng's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes brimming with fury.

Although these corpses had nothing to do with him, he was human all the same, and he could not bear to see such things happen.

"Ling Feng, do you know what kind of martial soul or soul beast could have caused this?" Bibi Dong asked.

Ling Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know, but judging by the single wound on their bodies, it should have been caused by a sharp weapon!"

"The fires in the villagers' homes haven't even gone out yet; he shouldn't have gone far. Let's pursue him and see!"

"Good! Once we find him, I will surely drain his blood to offer as a sacrifice to my soul bone! I'll make him taste what it's like to become a dried corpse himself."

Although she was capable of causing similar effects, she would never lay a hand on such defenseless commoners.

Ling Feng took out a map, identified the nearby villages, and hurried toward them.

That person was acting without restraint and had already wiped out several villages, so Ling Feng judged that he would likely strike at the next one.

The two villages were not far apart, and the pair soon caught up.

"Over there!"

Ling Feng utilized the power of his Fiery Golden Eyes to locate the general position of the fallen one.

As the two pursued, they saw a sinister youth in a black robe, holding a black spear that radiated a chilling, eerie aura.

At his feet lay a villager who had just been sucked dry into a mummy.

The spear was plain and unadorned, neither gold nor wood, with dark soul power patterns flowing across its shaft, circulating an evil aura.

"Soul-Breaking Spear—are you from the Yang Family of the Break Clan in Star Luo?" Ling Feng demanded.

"Hmph, what Soul-Breaking Spear? This is my Soul-Devouring Spear!" the black-robed man retorted before thrusting his spear forward.

"Blood-devouring, soul-consuming, break for me!"

As the spear thrust forward, it carried the effect of devouring souls and snatching spirits; Ling Feng felt a sharp, stinging pain in his mind.

Fortunately, his mental power was formidable, or he likely would have already become a ghost under the opponent's spear.

Moreover, with Bibi Dong backing him up, the fallen one was merely a five-ring Soul King; he could not stir up any trouble.

Neither of them held back, both releasing their martial souls. The soul rings beneath their feet made the fallen one hesitate as he thrust his spear.