That red Soul Bone slowly sank into Bibi Dong's thigh and disappeared after coming into contact with her Soul Power.
Bibi Dong began fusing with the Soul Bone, and her Soul Power broke through once again.
The powerful Soul Power was enough to make even Ling Feng feel pressured.
Ling Feng stayed by her side in the room, waiting for her to finish absorbing the Soul Bone.
After who knew how long, Bibi Dong finally opened her eyes, her gaze full of delight.
"How do you feel? Nothing uncomfortable, right?" Ling Feng asked.
Bibi Dong nodded. "Ling Feng, you were right. This Soul Bone goes perfectly with my Sixth Soul Skill!"
"I obtained a Soul Bone Skill called Blood Rage. It increases all of my attributes by one hundred percent."
"Your strength increases by one hundred percent? Does the skill come with any cost?" Ling Feng asked.
"It does," Bibi Dong said. "After using it, I'll be weakened for a while."
"But my Sixth Soul Skill makes up for that cost."
"I can use my Sixth Soul Skill to drain blood and store its essence in the Soul Bone, then use it to activate the Soul Bone Skill."
"As long as I haven't used up all that blood essence, I can keep using the skill without any cost!"
"On top of that, this Soul Bone can enhance the power of my Sixth Soul Skill, Blood-Sucking Spider Thorn, and let it ignore the enemy's defensive skills!"
"That's amazing!" Ling Feng was a little surprised.
With this Soul Bone and Bibi Dong's Blood-Sucking Spider Thorn, wouldn't she be able to keep the skill active indefinitely?
Bibi Dong was very pleased with the Soul Bone Skill, too. Even with its side effect, it was still a good skill.
"I heard that Soul Skills can't be used in the Capital of Slaughter, but Soul Bone Skills can."
"We can store some extra blood essence in the Soul Bone before entering the Capital of Slaughter," Ling Feng suggested.
"Good. We'll have plenty of time on the way there to hunt some fallen ones, as well as Soul Beasts that invade human territory!"
"But using a skill to drain blood feels a little like something a fallen one would do," Bibi Dong said.
So you do realize you're acting like a fallen one! Ling Feng thought.
If Spirit Hall hadn't taken her in, Bibi Dong would probably have fallen long ago. Otherwise, she could never have become the successor to the Rakshasa God.
Still, Ling Feng reassured her. "It's fine. As long as we stay true to ourselves, we won't become fallen ones."
"Even if you do become a fallen one, I'll stay by your side," Ling Feng declared.
"Ling Feng, you're so good to me!" Bibi Dong said, kissing him.
"If I become a fallen one, I'll be the strongest fallen one. I'll protect you then!"
Ling Feng was speechless. You're the Pope's successor. Why are you still thinking about becoming a fallen one?
"Bibi Dong, what's your current strength?" Ling Feng asked.
"I'm a level sixty-three Soul Emperor now!" Bibi Dong replied.
Absorbing her fifth and sixth Soul Rings had each raised her Soul Power by one level, and absorbing the Soul Bone had raised it by another.
On top of that, the ten levels of Soul Power from the Lovesick Heartbreak Red had taken her from level fifty all the way to level sixty-three.
"Damn! A Soul Emperor before the age of nineteen—you must be the first in history, right?"
"But you're already level sixty-four, while I'm only level thirty-eight. I feel like the gap between us keeps growing!" Ling Feng lamented.
"That's all thanks to the Immortal Herb you gave me. It saved me at least three years of hard cultivation."
"And you're doing well, too. You only recently broke through to level thirty-seven, and now you're already level thirty-eight."
"That's faster than I progressed when I was a Soul Elder. You'll catch up to me soon," Bibi Dong reassured 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 Soul Ring, she would be able to cultivate her Second Martial Soul afterward.
Once she absorbed several Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, Bibi Dong would quickly break through to become a Titled Douluo, or even a Peerless Douluo.
Ling Feng could only hope that Rakshasa Bibi Dong would come through for him and grant him a God-Bestowed Martial Soul.
As dusk fell, Ling Feng rented a room for Bibi Dong so she could rest.
But Bibi Dong didn't return to her own room. Instead, she stayed in Ling Feng's room to spend the night with him.
After realizing that Ling Feng didn't dare take things further, Bibi Dong grew bolder and bolder, constantly stoking his anger.
Early the next morning, they set out for the Capital of Slaughter.
The Capital of Slaughter lay in the west of the continent. Coming to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt Soul Beasts had taken them in the exact opposite direction.
But Ling Feng had come to gather herbs, and Bibi Dong had benefited as well, so neither of them minded the detour.
In an unknown village in Fanos Province.
The village was littered with dried corpses. Yet, strangely, signs of life remained inside many of the houses.
Smoke still drifted from the chimneys of quite a few homes, and the scent of hearth and home lent the scene a peaceful air.
"We came too late!" Ling Feng said, his brow furrowed and his eyes blazing with anger.
The corpses had nothing to do with him, but he was human, too. He couldn't stand to see something like this happen.
"Ling Feng, do you know what Martial Soul or Soul Beast could have done this?" Bibi Dong asked.
Ling Feng shook his head. "No. But judging by the only wounds on their bodies, it was probably some kind of sharp weapon!"
"The fires in the villagers' homes haven't even gone out. He can't have gone far. Let's chase him!"
"Good! Once we find him, I'll drain every last drop of his blood to offer to my Soul Bone! I'll make him taste what it's like to become a dried corpse."
She could create a similar effect herself, but she would never prey on ordinary people who couldn't fight back.
Ling Feng took out a map, found the nearby villages, and headed in that direction.
That person was acting without restraint and had already wiped out several villages, so Ling Feng guessed he would target the next one.
The two villages were close together, and they caught up in no time.
"Over there!"
Ling Feng used his Fiery Golden Eyes to pinpoint the fallen one's approximate location.
They chased after him and spotted a gloomy young man in a black robe, holding a black spear that radiated a sinister chill.
At his feet lay a villager who had just been drained into a dried corpse.
The spear was plain and unadorned, neither metal nor wood. Dark Soul Power patterns ran along its shaft, and an evil aura coursed through it.
"Soul Breaking Spear—you're from the Yang Family of the Breaking Clan in Star Luo?" Ling Feng demanded.
"Hmph, what Soul Breaking Spear? This is the Soul-Devouring Spear!" The man in black offered that single correction, then thrust his spear at them.
"Devour blood, devour souls—break!"
As the spear shot forward, its power threatened to devour souls and seize spirits. Ling Feng felt a sharp pain in his head.
Fortunately, his spiritual power was strong. Otherwise, he might already have been a corpse beneath the man's spear.
And Bibi Dong was right there backing him up. The fallen one was only a Five-Ring Soul King; he couldn't stir up much trouble.
Neither of them held back. They released their Martial Souls, and the Soul Rings beneath their feet made the fallen one hesitate as he raised his spear.