Angel Meditation Method: Bibi Dong Was a Good Teacher, Not a Good Mother

Fang Fan felt the Netherworld Sword vibrate. It seemed interested in the wandering souls, so he decided to try something.

He waved his hand, and the Netherworld Sword flew toward them. Red light flared, drawing all nine wandering souls toward it in an instant.

These wandering souls were as strong as soul masters. Elder Ghost had probably prepared them specially.

Red light enveloped the wandering souls. They writhed and screamed, but it was no use. The Netherworld Sword swallowed them in an instant.

"What good does sealing those wandering souls do?" Gui Mei asked curiously.

"By consuming one wandering soul, I can use Space Traversal, Space Concealment, or Space Ambush once! The stronger the soul, the longer Space Traversal and Space Concealment last!"

Fang Fan explained.

"The Netherworld Sword's abilities are that incredible?" Gui Mei was astonished.

"They really are. Try Space Traversal!"

Bibi Dong sounded intrigued. It should be similar to teleportation.

"Okay!"

Fang Fan nodded. At a thought, the nine wandering souls in the sword vanished with screams, becoming a strange energy that surged into his body.

Whoosh...

With another thought, he traversed space and appeared at the entrance to the Papal Palace.

"Like teleportation. About eight meters—not bad! Can you do it again?" Gui Mei asked curiously.

"No. All nine wandering souls were used up at once!"

Fang Fan was a little surprised.

"Maybe it's because I haven't obtained a Soul Ring yet, or my Soul Power is too weak!"

"Even so, it's incredible!"

Bibi Dong was stunned. This boy's future was beyond imagining.

Gui Mei summoned another nine wandering souls for Fang Fan's Netherworld Sword to devour.

Then Fang Fan summoned the Netherworld Evil Tiger.

Roar!

The tiger's roar shook Spirit Hall.

An aura of netherworld evil spread in every direction.

The dark blue Netherworld Evil Tiger appeared before Fang Fan.

Its enormous body stood two and a half meters tall. Its scarlet eyes were as large as lanterns, radiating menace and aggression.

Its sinister aura swept wildly outward.

As his Martial Soul appeared, evil thoughts poured into Fang Fan's mind.

"Interesting. Both of Xiao Fan's Martial Souls seem to have minds of their own! Those evil thoughts are multiplying rapidly!"

Bibi Dong studied the Netherworld Evil Tiger with curiosity. This Martial Soul was much stronger than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, even slightly stronger than her Death Spider Emperor.

No wonder the evil tiger's thoughts could affect Xiao Fan.

Roar...

The Netherworld Evil Tiger roared at Bibi Dong. It was a wary roar, not a threat of attack.

It seemed to sense an even stronger evil thought within her.

"Yes, both of Xiao Fan's Martial Souls are exceptionally powerful. Becoming a Limit Douluo is no mere dream for him!" Gui Mei exclaimed.

"He might even become a god!"

Bibi Dong looked at Fang Fan with immense satisfaction.

She took a Spirit Bone from her Storage Soul Tool. Shimmering with seven-colored light, it floated toward Fang Fan, supported by her Soul Power.

"An eighty-thousand-year Head Spirit Bone. Absorb it now, and your mental strength will grow. You'll be better able to suppress those evil thoughts, too!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Fang Fan took the Spirit Bone, sat cross-legged, and began absorbing it.

When he finished, he felt his mental strength had increased severalfold. His Soul Power had risen a little as well.

He felt better than ever.

The range of his mental perception had expanded to several hundred meters.

The Head Spirit Bone truly lived up to its name.

"Yes! That's just a welcome gift. Come with me and see your room. Once you've settled in, tell me whenever you want to obtain your first Soul Ring!"

Hearing Fang Fan call her Master put Bibi Dong in a better mood than ever before.

"Okay. Thank you, Master!"

Fang Fan saw Bibi Dong's gentle smile and still couldn't get used to it. He had never expected her to have such a tender side. It was unprecedented.

Bibi Dong took Fang Fan's small hand and led him toward Spirit Hall's Bedchamber. She gave him a luxurious palace courtyard to live in.

The courtyard had more than ten rooms, a garden, and six maids.

Bibi Dong made Fang Fan's bed and gave him a map of Spirit Hall. She told him someone would bring him meals every day, though he could eat with her if he wanted.

After staying with Fang Fan a while, she left.

The night was late. Dressed in her nightgown, Bibi Dong gazed at the moon on the horizon.

She had intended to teach Fang Fan the Rakshasa Meditation Method.

But on second thought, it might strengthen his evil thoughts instead, doing him no good at all. She abandoned the idea.

Her personal disciple needed to practice the most profound meditation method.

That's it. The Angel Meditation Method might suppress his evil thoughts.

She changed out of her nightgown, flew out, and arrived above the Worship Hall.

She had not wanted to see that old bastard Qian Daoliu, much less ask him for anything.

But for her precious disciple, she was willing to swallow her pride and put the past aside to ask him this once.

"What brings you here?"

Qian Daoliu's cold voice came from the High Priest Hall.

Only Bibi Dong could hear him.

"Grand Enshrined Douluo, please teach me the Angel Meditation Method!"

For Fang Fan's sake, Bibi Dong restrained herself as she spoke.

"Only those with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul can practice the Angel Meditation Method. Even as Pope, you cannot practice it! Go back!"

Qian Daoliu's tone remained cold.

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her gaze chilling. That damned old man is still as blindly loyal as ever.

Despite her displeasure with Qian Daoliu, she kept her voice calm. "Name your conditions."

"Write Xue'er a letter and show her you care. Then I might consider it!"

Qian Daoliu's tone softened considerably when he said Xue'er's name.

"You old—"

At the mention of Xue'er, Bibi Dong's eyes turned colder. She nearly cursed Qian Daoliu outright, but held herself back.

Whoosh...

She turned to fly away.

"Did you come for your new personal disciple? I've rarely seen you care so much for a disciple, yet toward your own dau—"

"Shut your mouth!"

Bibi Dong flew off. That old bastard is disgusting!

He deserves to die!

He just had to bring that up.

She trembled with rage.

The night wind whistled past her ears.

By the time she returned above her Bedchamber, she had calmed considerably.

She drew a deep breath. Moonlight draped over her like gauze, lending her fair skin a soft glow.

At that moment, she was as beautiful as a moon goddess.

Holding the Papal Scepter, she felt a pang of regret over leaving the Worship Hall.

But Bibi Dong did not go back to see Qian Daoliu.

Before she made such a sacrifice, she needed to see how Fang Fan performed.

Three years later.

Bibi Dong had discovered that Fang Fan's evil thoughts erupted every full moon.

And as his Soul Power Level rose, those thoughts grew stronger.

Fortunately, the eighty-thousand-year Head Spirit Bone and her help kept them suppressed, preventing Xiao Fan from losing control completely.

She saw Xiao Fan's resilience. No matter how painful his evil thoughts became, he fought them and refused to give in.

His strength of will moved her.

She had tried many ways to help Xiao Fan, but she could never eradicate his evil thoughts.

Every full moon, Xiao Fan still grew violent and suffered unbearable pain, wanting to destroy everything. It reminded her of her own torment under the Rakshasa Evil Thought.

Over those three years together, she had grown very fond of Xiao Fan, her personal disciple.

Xiao Fan was far more grateful than Na'er. By comparison, Na'er seemed utterly thoughtless.

Na'er was three years older than Xiao Fan, but Bibi Dong felt he was the more mature of the two.

That made her love and worry over him all the more.

She returned once again to the sky above the Worship Hall.