Planting a Mark on Bibi Dong

"What are you laughing at?"

Chu Zisheng's laughter left Bibi Dong utterly baffled.

Has this guy really lost his mind?

I'm already like this, and he's still muttering to himself. Who knows what he's even saying...

If you're going to do it, then hurry up!

Even though the surroundings were within Chu Zisheng's domain and no one could see her alluring appearance, kneeling naked beneath the moonlight like this was truly humiliating!

"..."

Chu Zisheng did not explain. Instead, he extended his hand and placed it over Bibi Dong's smooth cheek and full lips, gently stroking her as though petting a docile kitten.

Her skin was silky smooth.

It felt really good to touch.

Then he pinched her chin and gently lifted it.

Their eyes met, their gazes burning.

"Mm..."

Just as Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes again, preparing to complete this transaction.

Chu Zisheng suddenly spoke. "When did you obtain the Rakshasa God Mark?"

Bibi Dong: "..."

Ahhh, are you ever going to be done!?

Could you hurry up already...

Wait...!?

"What Rakshasa God Mark!?"

Her brows drew together slightly, and a trace of confusion appeared in her violet eyes.

Could the thing this man had said he was interested in be the Rakshasa God Mark on her body?!

But...

She did not know anything about any mark.

Had he mistaken her for someone else?

Chu Zisheng was puzzled as well. "You don't know?"

"Mm... I don't know..."

Bibi Dong shook her head instinctively.

But in this position...

Her chin was still lightly held between his fingers, and when she shook her head.

It was as though a pet were wagging its tail, acting cute before its owner and begging for affection...

Hehehe... This is humiliating!

My fists are clenched!

"Strange..."

Chu Zisheng narrowed his eyes and glanced at her brow.

That pitch-black Rakshasa God Mark had already faded away in that brief instant.

Yet its unique power had left a deep impression on him.

Dark, cold, powerful...

There had only been a trace of it, yet it had faintly pressured even him.

He knew it clearly.

That was... divine power.

Something mortals could never encounter in their entire lives.

But this thing was on Bibi Dong's body, and she had not sensed it at all?

Chu Zisheng raised his head and looked toward the cold moon overhead, remaining silent for a long time.

Gods.

Between humans and gods lay a vast gulf.

It was an insurmountable chasm that mortals could struggle their entire lives and still fail to cross.

A level ninety-nine Limit Douluo was already like an earthly immortal in mortal eyes.

But before a true god, such a person was nothing worth mentioning.

With a single thought from a god, mountains and rivers could collapse, and all living beings would bow their heads.

What about mortals?

Mortals could not even withstand a wisp of a god's divine sense.

Just now, he had merely touched that mark with his fingertip, yet an uncontrollable irritation and killing intent had surged from within him.

The gulf between gods and humans was like a heavenly chasm.

Yet he, Chu Zisheng, intended to cross that chasm and create his own Self-Created Godhood!

No one in this era had ever walked this path.

No, it was not that no one had walked it. No one had even dared to.

Even Gangzi only dared to say that he had cultivated a god, and he had still taken the old path of inheriting the established road to godhood left behind by others.

But Chu Zisheng wanted to create his own godhood...

If he said that aloud, anyone would laugh at him for indulging in wild fantasy.

Was it difficult?

Chu Zisheng gazed at the moonlight and considered it very seriously.

Difficult, incredibly difficult, as difficult as ascending to the heavens...

Even harder than ascending to the heavens!!

But... so what?

Gods had not been born as gods either!

Since gods could cast down divine sense, choose followers, plant marks, and wait quietly for their inheritors to grow.

Gods could walk this path.

Why could he not?

Who says I'm not a heaven-blessed genius with a cheat of my own!?

Since gods could do it.

Then so could he.

Since gods had followers.

Then he, too, would have followers of his own!

A flicker passed through Chu Zisheng's eyes. He lowered his head and looked once more at the incomparably beautiful woman before him.

"!@#￥%...&#@%&*!%..."

Bibi Dong's gaze was somewhat resentful. Her lips moved as she silently cursed him, calling him a "lunatic, hateful bastard, asshole."

She felt that this man had truly gone mad. If he was going to do it, he should just hurry up. Why was he raising his head to stare at the moon?!

Her knees were starting to ache from kneeling...

It had clearly been his demand, yet now he did not know what he was waiting for. It made it seem as though she herself could not wait to be favored by him.

The more Bibi Dong thought about it, the angrier and more irritated she became...

Finally.

Chu Zisheng moved.

"Bibi Dong..."

He looked down at her from above, his hand moving from beneath her chin, along her cheek, and slowly to the back of her head...

"..."

Bibi Dong pressed her lips together.

What was coming would come eventually. Come on, get it over with sooner so it can end sooner!

She drew a deep breath, a pained resolve flashing through her eyes!

"I... I understand..."

"Open your mind. Do not resist my power."

"Huh? What... ahh..."

Bibi Dong had already prepared to lean forward.

But the next instant.

A terrifying force poured into her body like a tsunami!

It was pure, vast soul power.

It even faintly touched upon the power of laws.

It rampaged toward the depths of her soul.

"Ah—!"

Bibi Dong's body suddenly tensed, her blood and qi churned, and sweetness rose in her throat.

Her face visibly flushed red.

Then swiftly turned deathly pale.

Red, pale, red, pale...

That exquisite, peerlessly beautiful face now seemed to be kneaded over and over by invisible hands, twisting painfully at times and trembling through gritted teeth at others.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead layer by layer, rolling down past her temples and soaking her disheveled hair.

Her body struggled violently.

Her chest rose and fell sharply, and her long hair spilled loose, shaking wildly with every gasp.

"What... what are you doing..."

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and forced out each word with difficulty.

"Planting a mark."

Chu Zisheng answered indifferently.

He was not a god in the end. He could not plant a soul imprint silently as the Rakshasa God could, so he could only use this brutal method to leave behind his own source soul power within Bibi Dong's body.

"Ahh..."

Bibi Dong's violet pupils trembled violently. Her eyes had gone unfocused, unable to fix on anything, and her mind crashed at that moment, leaving her completely unable to think.

"What mar..."

Before she could say another word.

Her vision suddenly went black, and her consciousness immediately fell into a dark abyss.

Her delicate body went limp, and she collapsed softly.

Chu Zisheng hurriedly reached out and caught her securely.

Under the moonlight.

Bibi Dong curled up in his arms, her fair, lush curves rising and falling faintly, as though she were merely asleep.

A layer of fine sweat still remained on her pale, exquisite face, and her eyelashes trembled gently.

She was asleep.

Or rather, she had been knocked unconscious by that violent force.

Chu Zisheng lowered his head to look at her, his face carrying a trace of apology.

This was his first time. He had focused only on leaving behind his own source mark and had not controlled the strength properly.

Fortunately, Bibi Dong was a resilient woman, and her body had gradually adapted.

Moreover, because of this mark, it seemed that he and Bibi Dong had formed a special connection in the unseen.

He could clearly sense his source power leaving imprints within every inch of her meridians and skin, from the inside out, from her soul to her body.

This feeling...

Was very strange.

Holding her, Chu Zisheng looked at her for a long, long time.