Bibi Dong's Jealousy

Lingyuan's eyes flashed with excitement at those words.

A title!

It was the glory every Titled Douluo dreamed of!

She thrust out her proud chest and declared in a firm, resounding voice:

"I was already decided! My martial soul was born of fire and takes the form of a kite. My title shall be..."

"Blazing! Kite!"

"Good! Blazing Kite Douluo!"

Bibi Dong applauded in praise. "That title suits you well."

Just then, a teasing laugh came from nearby.

"Sister Lingyuan, congratulations! From now on, I'll have to call you Blazing Kite Douluo."

Ning Chen flew over with a grin, looking Lingyuan up and down as he marveled at her complete transformation.

"Wow, it really feels different. That bearing, that pressure... Who would dare call you a vixen now? You're obviously a queen."

"You brat!"

The moment Lingyuan saw Ning Chen, the majesty and aloofness of a Titled Douluo she had just been maintaining instantly crumbled.

Her beautiful face filled with delight.

The next second, before Ning Chen could react, she turned into a crimson blur and threw herself straight into his arms!

"Mm!"

That familiar suffocating sensation struck again.

Ning Chen's face was once more deeply buried between those magnificent peaks.

And because Lingyuan had just broken through and was overwhelmed with excitement, this hug was several times stronger than the one from the night before!

Ning Chen felt as though his entire body was about to be kneaded into her soft, springy body.

"Ning Chen! Thank you! Thank you!"

Lingyuan wrapped her arms tightly around Ning Chen's neck, pinning him firmly against her chest. Her voice trembled slightly with emotion.

"If it hadn't been for you, I... I might never have been able to take this step in my entire life!"

"Big sister... Big sister doesn't even know how to thank you!"

Her current emotions could no longer be described in words.

Ecstasy, gratitude, excitement... all sorts of emotions tangled together, leaving her wanting only to vent them in the most direct way possible.

And holding Ning Chen—the person who had given her a new life—was the only thing she wanted to do right then!

Yet Ning Chen, trapped in her embrace, could not voice his suffering.

"Damn... Big sis... calm down..."

His face was squeezed completely out of shape, and even his voice came out muffled.

"So... so soft... I'm... I'm dying..."

He felt his Evil Fire shamelessly... explode again!

And it was fiercer than ever before!

After all, Lingyuan was now a Titled Douluo!

The pure yang fragrance she carried due to her martial soul's evolution was practically the ultimate catalyst for Ning Chen!

Ning Chen felt his reason being devoured bit by bit by that astonishing softness and fragrance.

Just as he was about to lose himself completely in this tender paradise, the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of a figure not far away.

His teacher, Bibi Dong, was silently floating there, her violet eyes fixed unblinkingly on the two of them.

Although her face still showed no expression.

Ning Chen keenly sensed it nonetheless.

An inexplicable chill shot up his spine!

Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly sobered up.

I'm screwed!

I was so busy enjoying myself that I forgot Teacher was standing right beside us!

He hurriedly leaned close to Lingyuan's ear and spoke urgently in a voice only they could hear:

"Sister Lingyuan! Sister Lingyuan! Let go, hurry!"

"Teacher... Teacher is watching from right there!"

"Hm?"

Only then did Lingyuan snap out of it upon hearing Ning Chen's anxious voice.

She emerged from her overwhelming ecstasy and realized that she was not outside Ning Chen's bedchamber.

They were out in the open.

And Her Holiness the Pope and Elder Chrysanthemum were both watching from nearby!

Overcome with excitement, she had actually made such an intimate gesture toward Her Holiness's personal disciple right in front of her!

Lingyuan's pretty face flushed bright red, so red it seemed ready to drip blood.

She quickly released Ning Chen and stumbled two steps back in panic, lowering her head without daring to look at Bibi Dong even once.

"Your... Your Holiness, I... I lost my composure just now. Please punish me!"

There was a trace of fear in Lingyuan's voice.

Although she was now a Titled Douluo herself, she still instinctively feared Bibi Dong, the Pope who had long established her authority.

Ning Chen had finally escaped that suffocating tender paradise.

He gulped in mouthful after mouthful of air, feeling as though he had just been dragged out of the water.

As he straightened his thoroughly disheveled clothes, he cautiously raised his head and stole a glance at Bibi Dong's reaction from the corner of his eye.

It would have been better if he had not looked. The instant he did, Ning Chen nearly felt his heart stop.

Bibi Dong was still floating silently in place, wearing that unfathomable expression. Neither joy nor anger could be seen on her face.

But—

An invisible, icy killing intent was wildly spreading from her seemingly calm body!

Even the purple crystal at the tip of the jeweled scepter in her hand, the symbol of papal authority, emitted a chilling gleam.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, standing beside her, had gone pale. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and he did not dare even breathe too loudly.

As a trusted confidant who had followed Bibi Dong for so many years, he knew this Pope's temperament all too well.

Her Holiness... was angry!

And she was extremely, extremely angry!

Though he did not know why, Yue Guan's instincts told him that he had better keep his mouth shut. Otherwise, he might be the next unlucky one.

Seeing Bibi Dong like this, Ning Chen could only groan inwardly.

Damn it!

What was wrong with this woman now?

It was just a hug. Did she really need to get this angry?

Her jealousy was way too intense!

She was practically a walking vat of vinegar!

Ning Chen ranted madly in his heart, but he did not dare reveal even the slightest hint of it on his face.

All he wanted now was for this woman's anger not to fall on him.

Yet what he feared came to pass.

Amid the suffocating silence, Bibi Dong finally spoke.

"Lingyuan."

"Your subordinate is here!"

Lingyuan's body trembled, and she hurriedly bowed in response.

"Now that you have broken through to Titled Douluo, you have truly entered the ranks of the strong."

Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon her, sharp enough to seem as though it could see through her inside and out.

"A Titled Douluo must behave like a Titled Douluo."

"From now on, watch your words and actions."

"Do not continue acting as crazily and improperly as you did before!"

Her words were exceedingly harsh.

It was practically a direct scolding, accusing Lingyuan of being improper and lacking the bearing of a powerhouse.

Lingyuan's face instantly turned deathly pale.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain herself, but beneath Bibi Dong's icy gaze, she could not utter a single word.

She could feel that Her Holiness was truly enraged this time.

"Yes... Your subordinate knows her mistake!"

In the end, Lingyuan could only lower her head and answer in humiliation.

She did not understand why Her Holiness had reacted so strongly.

Her breakthrough to Titled Douluo should have been a joyous occasion for everyone. Why... had it turned out like this?

Could it really be because she had just hugged Ning Chen?

But she and Ning Chen had always joked and messed around like this...

Bibi Dong ignored her and turned her gaze toward Chrysanthemum Douluo instead.

"Yue Guan."

"Your subordinate is here!" Chrysanthemum Douluo replied at once.

"Take her to the Star Dou Great Forest and hunt her ninth soul ring."

Bibi Dong ordered coldly, "Remember, find one with the highest possible cultivation that suits her best."