Men, No Matter Their Age, Are All The Same

Night fell.

Spirit Hall, Pope's Bedchamber, side hall.

On a bed shrouded by black curtains, Lin Tian sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to absorb the energy drifting between heaven and earth, then converting it into soul power.

This was the cultivation method of the Douluo world; if a soul master wished to increase their soul power rank, they could only accumulate it through meditation.

There was no helping it; the gold content of this fantasy sewer continued to rise.

After all, not every flat-headed fool could come up with a soul skill like Blue Silver Entanglement.

The night grew deep. Lin Tian slowly opened his eyes, a faint light shooting from his black pupils.

He exhaled a breath of stale air. It seemed he needed to speak with Mother Pope as soon as possible; this side hall was too desolate and truly unsuitable for cultivating his soul power.

If possible, Lin Tian wanted to move into Mother Pope's bedchamber.

The spiritual energy there was abundant, which would surely be a great help in increasing his soul power rank.

Even if he couldn't sleep on Her Majesty the Pope's bed, sleeping in a corner of the bedchamber would be quite nice.

"Your Highness Holy Son, are you awake? Her Majesty the Pope asks you to come over; she has some words for you."

Outside the side hall door, a gentle female voice suddenly rang out. Lin Tian knew this was Sister Ziwei, the maid Mother Pope had arranged for him.

"Sister Ziwei, please wait a moment. I will go once I have dressed."

Lin Tian responded, then changed his clothes and shoes, following Sister Ziwei to the Pope Palace.

Pope Palace, assembly hall.

"Her Majesty the Pope, His Highness the Holy Son has arrived."

The maid Ziwei stood outside the hall and called out respectfully toward the inside. Lin Tian also waited outside; today was the day the various elders and bishops of Spirit Hall gathered, and without a summons, one must never intrude.

Although he had been installed as the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, he still had to abide by the rules of the organization.

"Come in."

A gentle female voice came from within the Pope Palace. Hearing this, Lin Tian walked into the hall.

At this moment, inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong was wearing a long pink dress, looking extremely young. Her skin appeared even more tender and fair than that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and her exquisite face was adorned with delicate makeup. Every smile and frown gave one an inexplicable impulse.

Seeing Lin Tian walk into the hall, Bibi Dong took long, beautiful strides and walked over.

"Lin Tian, I have already issued the Pope's Decree. From today on, you shall be my personal disciple, and I will guide your soul power cultivation. To all the elders and bishops of Spirit Hall, seeing you is the same as seeing me!"

After finishing her words, Bibi Dong reached out to take Lin Tian's small hand, then walked step by step toward the Pope's throne under the gazes of the elders and bishops.

"Everyone, from today on, Lin Tian is officially the Holy Son of my Spirit Hall. His every word and action represents me, Bibi Dong. You must assist him with all your heart and strength to bring glory to our Spirit Hall!"

Following Bibi Dong's impassioned speech, the various elders and platinum bishops standing in the hall all knelt on one knee, swearing allegiance to His Highness the Holy Son.

"Everyone, the Holy Son's future path as a soul master will depend on your care!"

On the high platform of the hall, Bibi Dong bowed deeply toward everyone present. This had nothing to do with her dignity as Her Majesty the Pope, but was the love of a mother for her child.

After the oath of allegiance ceremony ended, the elders and platinum bishops departed, leaving only Bibi Dong and Lin Tian in the vast Pope Palace hall.

Looking at the young child before her, Bibi Dong reached out to pull him in, then said with a doting expression:

"Lin Tian, Mother has paved the way for you as much as possible. In the coming time, you must cultivate diligently and strive to become a Soul King expert as soon as possible."

After she finished speaking, two blushes flew onto Bibi Dong's cheeks; it was clear she was implying something.

Lin Tian blinked, quickly understanding what Mother Pope meant by becoming a Soul King as soon as possible.

Because not long ago, Mother Pope had personally promised him that as long as he became a Soul King expert, he could sleep on her rosewood bed.

Now that she said this, it truly made Lin Tian feel tempted.

"Please rest assured, Mother, I will definitely work twice as hard and strive to become a Soul King expert as soon as possible."

Lin Tian nodded, secretly making up his mind to reach the Soul King realm as quickly as he could.

After all, Mother Pope's bed was soft and fragrant; what child wouldn't like that?

Unknowingly, the time had reached late night.

A white moon hung in the firmament, and from time to time, flying soul beasts whistled past above Spirit Hall.

The cold moonlight spilled onto the earth like an inverted galaxy, making one feel as if they were standing in the starry sky.

All things gradually entered a state of dormancy, preparing for a new day.

Inside the side hall of the Pope's Bedchamber, Lin Tian's small child's body could not withstand the exhaustion of the day's travel and was fast asleep, slumped on Bibi Dong's shoulder.

Perhaps because he was sleeping too soundly, he rested his head on Mother Pope's fragrant shoulder, emitting a faint snoring sound.

In his sleep, a few drops of drool fell onto Bibi Dong's shoulder, soaking her fur cloak.

Soon, a graceful figure wrapped in waves of fragrance arrived at the side hall where Lin Tian resided.

The maid on night duty heard the sound and hurried to check. Upon discovering that it was Her Majesty the Pope herself, she hurriedly bowed in salute.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong waved her hand, making a gesture for silence, then carefully placed the child on her shoulder onto the bed.

After all the chaos today, this little one was truly exhausted.

Bibi Dong carefully tucked the silk quilt around him before turning to leave.

Little did she know that at this very moment, the young boy who had just been fast asleep on the bed suddenly reached out to grab her sleeve, murmuring "Mama" in his sleep.

Hearing the words from Lin Tian's mouth, Bibi Dong's face flushed red, and she hurriedly waved her hand to dismiss the surrounding maids.

This little one was becoming more and more outrageous; how could he be so fierce toward his mother even in his dreams!

She wanted to pull her sleeve from the boy's grasp, but she feared that her tugging might wake the little devil.

With no other choice, Bibi Dong sat down on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the young boy's cheek with her soft hand.

After a few moments, Lin Tian's tightly furrowed brows gradually smoothed out, and his soft snoring resumed.

Bibi Dong's movements as she stroked Lin Tian's cheek were exceptionally gentle, and the scent of gardenias emanating from her body allowed Lin Tian to feel an unprecedented sense of comfort in his sleep.

Perhaps because he was sleeping so soundly, the little figure on the bed turned over and unexpectedly reached out to wrap his arms around the slender waist of his Pope mother.

"Honestly, you can't even be well-behaved while sleeping."

Bibi Dong let out a reproachful murmur, then carefully extricated herself from Lin Tian's embrace.

This entire ordeal caused a fresh wave of crimson to flood Bibi Dong's face, and even her swan-like neck turned a flushed shade of red.

Men, regardless of their age, were all the same!