Tonight, Train Extra in Bibi Dong's Room?

Bang!

Ning Chen was sent flying once again, and this time he crashed down even harder than before.

Before he could get back up, the culprit's jade-like foot had already stomped heavily onto his chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Hmph, you brat!"

Bibi Dong looked down at him from above, the fury in her eyes nearly bursting forth.

"I never expected that after all these days, you hadn't improved at all. I think you didn't go out to train—you went out to fool around!"

Bibi Dong's kick had struck Ning Chen squarely in the chest. The breath he had only just managed to recover was kicked right back out of him, and his entire body felt as though it were about to fall apart.

He lay on the ground, his chest firmly pinned beneath that jade-like foot. Pressure carrying a faint fragrance along with immense force bore down on him, making his ribs feel as though they were groaning.

Ning Chen raised his head and looked at the woman towering over him, feeling utterly wronged.

"Teacher... I've been wronged..." he struggled to say, his voice hoarse.

"Your... your attack intensity today... let alone a disciple, even a Soul Sage wouldn't be able to withstand it..."

Ning Chen was telling the truth.

Bibi Dong had not held back at all today. That ruthless intensity was not training in the slightest; it was purely a one-sided beating.

"Shut up!"

Bibi Dong shouted sharply, increasing the force beneath her foot. Ning Chen's face instantly flushed red.

"Trash is trash! Stop making excuses to your teacher!"

Her harsh voice echoed through the empty hall, filled with unquestionable authority.

Ning Chen was nearly unable to breathe under her foot. Just as he wanted to argue a few more words, Bibi Dong made a move that left him dumbfounded.

She slightly lifted the jade-like foot on his chest, then pressed it forcefully over his mouth.

A soft touch and tremendous force arrived at once. Ning Chen's mouth was forcibly sealed, and he could only make muffled "Mmph, mmph" sounds.

What the hell?!

Ning Chen's eyes widened instantly, and his mind went blank.

Th-this woman... she actually used her foot to cover my mouth?!

What kind of insane move was that? What kind of bizarre fetish was this?!

An indescribable sense of humiliation, along with a strange and inexplicable feeling, surged into his heart at the same time.

He could clearly smell Bibi Dong's unique body fragrance drifting from that jade-like foot—cool and alluring.

In this bizarre situation, that scent did not bring him any pleasure at all. Instead, it made his brain feel as though it were about to suffocate.

"Mmph... mmph..."

Ning Chen immediately reached out with both hands, grabbing Bibi Dong's slender yet powerful calf as he tried to move her foot away from his mouth.

However, no matter how hard he tried, Bibi Dong's calf did not budge in the slightest.

The power of a Titled Douluo was simply not something he could contend with at his current level.

"Mmph... Teacher... please... please move your foot first... Disciple... disciple can't breathe..." Ning Chen used every bit of strength in his body to squeeze several indistinct words through his teeth.

Yet when Bibi Dong heard his near-pleading words, not only did she not soften, her gaze instead turned cold as she applied even more force with her foot.

"Your teacher is asking you something." Bibi Dong's voice was icy and piercing.

"Eight years ago, what promise did you make to your teacher?"

"Don't tell me... you've already forgotten!"

Eight years ago?

A promise?

Dizzy from being stepped on, a scene instantly flashed through Ning Chen's mind.

It was when he had just awakened his martial soul and had been accepted by Bibi Dong as her personal disciple.

Only six years old at the time, he had stood before Bibi Dong with determination on his childish face that did not match his age.

"Teacher! I, Ning Chen, swear here and now! In the future, I will definitely become stronger than you! I will surpass you and stand at the true pinnacle of the Soul Master world! When that time comes, I will protect you!"

He had never forgotten that promise.

It was also his greatest motivation to keep growing stronger!

"Tea... Teacher... dis... disciple hasn't forgotten..." Ning Chen said with difficulty.

"Disciple... in the future... will definitely... surpass Teacher!"

"Heh." Bibi Dong gave a disdainful sneer, her tone full of mockery.

"With your current attitude toward cultivation? With that frail body of yours?"

"All you know is how to flirt around outside and fool around with those improper women!"

"Tell me, how are you supposed to surpass me?"

Ning Chen's heart tightened at her words.

He knew the "improper woman" Bibi Dong referred to was Lingyuan.

He felt utterly wronged.

Heaven and earth bore witness—he and Sister Lingyuan were completely innocent. At most, he had taken a little verbal advantage of her. When had he ever fooled around with her?

But he also knew that trying to explain this to a woman whose jealousy had already boiled over would only add fuel to the fire.

He could only go along with her words.

"Teacher... disciple... disciple truly knows he was wrong..." Ning Chen's voice carried a trace of sincere remorse.

"From now on, disciple will definitely cultivate diligently and remain focused, striving to surpass Teacher as soon as possible!"

A true man knew when to bend and when to stand tall!

Admit defeat first. Keeping himself alive was what mattered!

Seeing his earnest expression as he admitted his mistake, the anger in Bibi Dong's heart finally subsided somewhat.

She snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, that's more like it."

"Tonight, come to my bedroom."

"Continue your extra training!"

"Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, Teacher."

Ning Chen hurriedly nodded, afraid that if he answered too slowly, that foot would do something even more excessive.

Only after hearing his affirmative answer did Bibi Dong finally release the jade-like foot pinning him down.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

The instant his mouth was freed, Ning Chen immediately began gulping down fresh air in great breaths.

During those past few minutes, he had truly felt as though he were about to suffocate to death.

Bibi Dong glanced down at him from above and said coolly:

"Get lost."

"Don't let your teacher see you looking so useless again."

After saying that, she turned around and climbed the tall steps with elegant strides, returning to her Pope's throne without sparing Ning Chen another glance.

Ning Chen lay on the ground for quite some time before he finally felt alive again.

He struggled to get up, only to feel pain everywhere in his body.

Especially his chest—it burned fiercely, and he suspected his bones had cracked.

He looked at the woman on the throne, who had resumed her noble, cold demeanor, and his scalp went numb.

Tonight... I still have to go to her bedroom for extra training?

What fucking extra training? This was clearly sending me to my death!

Ning Chen's mind had already begun conjuring miserable images of Bibi Dong suspending him in all kinds of positions and whipping him viciously.

He shuddered and did not dare remain for even another second. Dragging along his body that was nearly falling apart, he limped away from Pope Hall as though fleeing for his life.

Ning Chen limped along the road back to his residence. With every step, his chest and every bone in his body protested with waves of agonizing pain.

Tsk... that crazy woman really hit too hard... he cursed inwardly through gritted teeth.

Just as he reached a corner, a familiar voice tinged with seduction came from nearby.

"Oh? Isn't this Spirit Hall's mighty Holy Son? What happened? Why is your way of walking so distinctive?"

Ning Chen looked toward the voice and saw a voluptuous, stunningly beautiful young woman leaning against a nearby corridor pillar, her arms crossed as she watched him with a smiling gaze.