"No need to apologize. You slapped your own face. What do you have to apologize to me for?"
Ji Feng shrugged and spoke indifferently.
Bibi Dong was startled by his words. Looking closely again, she felt the scene before her change in an instant, as though a thin mist shrouding her mind had dispersed. There was no slap mark on Ji Feng's face at all. Instead, a burning pain throbbed across her own.
Bibi Dong touched her delicate, slightly reddened face. Shock and anger surged through her, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes as she spat bitterly, "Y-you bastard! When did you do it?!"
This bastard had drawn her into his illusion without her noticing?! What kind of joke was this? She was a Soul Emperor!
"While I was showing you my martial soul, of course. What a strange question. You couldn't even notice that?"
As Ji Feng spoke, he walked toward Bibi Dong as though nothing had happened.
"You have a death wish!"
Bibi Dong clenched her teeth and shouted sharply.
After suffering such humiliation, she had no intention of letting it go. Power surged through her waist, and her fair, beautiful leg lashed out like a fierce white rainbow. The gust tore through the air, driving straight toward Ji Feng's chest and abdomen.
Her toes passed straight through his body without the slightest sensation of striking anything solid. Bibi Dong could hardly believe it. Another illusion?! How could a mere Soul Scholar fool a Soul Emperor like her twice in a row?!
She had kicked too hard, throwing herself off balance. Just as she was about to draw her lovely leg back, a warm, broad hand caught her waist and gently pulled her into an embrace. His other hand stroked her swollen, reddened cheek, then used soul power to ease the injury.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong found herself pressed against Ji Feng's firm chest. They were far too close, and he was even touching her face! Her face flushed crimson, and she trembled with rage. No man had ever been this intimate with her in her entire life!
"Dong'er, tell me, do you count as a useless Soul Master?"
Ji Feng was still pouring oil on the fire.
Bibi Dong calmed down. She stared at Ji Feng and demanded gravely, "Who exactly are you?! Don't you find it ridiculous to set a trap and toy with a young girl like me?"
She no longer believed for a moment that Ji Feng was merely a Soul Scholar! He had to be some shameless old monster amusing himself at her expense.
Ji Feng looked at her calmly. "Bibi Dong, it seems you haven't understood a certain principle. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come up with such a pointless idea."
"What principle?" Bibi Dong asked instinctively.
Then she suddenly realized it, and spoke in unison with Ji Feng, whose interest had visibly rekindled. "There are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters, right?!"
"Aren't you sick of repeating that drivel? Is this fun for you? Toying with me like this?" Veins bulged on Bibi Dong's forehead as she fired off question after question.
Instead, Ji Feng looked at Bibi Dong with a hint of resentment. "Isn't this your fault?"
"According to the usual script, shouldn't you fall head over heels for me and bow at my feet? I have a trash martial soul too, and mine is even more useless than his. I can shout that line too, so why haven't you fallen in love with me? Isn't that strange?! It feels like this is all your fault! There's absolutely nothing wrong with me!"
Ji Feng blamed her with utter conviction.
Lunatic!
The word reached Bibi Dong's lips, but she didn't say it. Instead, she sneered. "So those eyes of yours saw some idiot with a trash martial soul, who could do nothing but shout that line, win me over just by shouting it?"
"Oh! What an accurate guess. That's exactly right! Well, Bibi Dong, why don't you make an effort and try falling for me?" Ji Feng said flippantly, like some street punk.
"I'm not that kind of easy woman! There's something wrong with your head! And you... you really did come here for me! Filthy! Sleazy! Lecherous! Shameless!" Bibi Dong pulled her collar closed, covering her slender body and delicate collarbones. Only then did she realize she was still in Ji Feng's arms. She hurriedly broke free, stood up, and retreated several steps.
"I will never fall for someone like you, not in this lifetime," Bibi Dong declared with a cold snort.
The girl's beauty was exceptional. A trace of youthful innocence still lingered in her features, but her proud, imposing bearing had already begun to emerge, faintly revealing the edge and presence of the future empress.
Ji Feng gave no answer, merely shrugging slightly.
Watching Ji Feng's indifferent expression, Bibi Dong's face shifted again and again, her thoughts flashing like lightning. Finally, she forced out a rather strained smile. "Although I don't like you, I do acknowledge your talent. Have you considered joining Spirit Hall? As the Holy Maiden, I can guarantee that your Soul Beast wife will remain safe and unharmed."
Bibi Dong felt that overpowering him at this point would be far too difficult. Better to change her strategy. Besides, however she looked at him, Ji Feng was no ordinary person. Getting him to join Spirit Hall would be a great achievement.
At those words, Ah Yin's expression shifted slightly as well. A trace of killing intent flashed through her sapphire-blue eyes.
"What's the point of joining an organization that will sooner or later perish at your hands?" Ji Feng was speechless, merely stating the facts.
Bibi Dong grew agitated. "If you think there's something wrong with Spirit Hall, then go help build it up! What's the point of standing here making snide remarks?!"
"I don't just make snide remarks. I'll rule Spirit Hall, kill Qian Xunji, and pardon you no matter what. Well? Pretty great, isn't it?" he boasted confidently.
Bibi Dong had already become immune to his outlandish remarks. Hearing this, she couldn't even muster any anger.
It only strengthened her conviction that he was an idiot. Qian Xunji was the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, with two Titled Douluos guarding him at all times. Her teacher Qian Xunji himself was also a level 95 Super Douluo. Did Ji Feng really think he could defeat him? What a flight of fancy.
"Keep dreaming!" she couldn't help sneering.
With nothing in common, even half a sentence was too much. Bibi Dong wanted to teach him a lesson. She unleashed her soul power, and six soul rings-yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black-appeared around her. The imposing aura of a Soul Emperor bore down invisibly on Ji Feng.
"What are you doing?!"
Ah Yin shouted sharply and released her soul power as well. With the same Soul Emperor cultivation, six soul rings-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black-floated beside her. She stepped forward to shield Ji Feng from the pressure.
Bibi Dong was in no hurry to attack. One question still troubled her. She gave Ji Feng a searching look. "Who exactly is Sea God Tang San? Is what you said true or false?"
The words "Spirit Hall's destruction" lingered in her mind, refusing to fade. She wanted to know more about the future, even if it might all be false.
"What I said was naturally tr-"
Halfway through his sentence, Ji Feng's expression suddenly changed. He lunged at Bibi Dong, intending to tackle her to the ground. Bibi Dong reacted even faster, alarm bells ringing in her mind. Her boot tapped the ground as she prepared to leap aside, only to meet Ji Feng's tackle head-on. They collided, then fell to the ground in an embrace with a thud.
Ji Feng's broad body pressed down on Bibi Dong's petite figure. She was almost numb to it by now!
Nothing good ever happened when she ran into this bastard!
"Ji Feng, you've violated me again and again! I see you're courting death!" she shouted furiously.
"What's there to get so worked up about? You weren't acting like this yesterday when I transformed into Kokomi!"
At Ji Feng's casual remark, Bibi Dong instantly flushed with fury. Remembering how that fraud Kokomi had groped her all over, she finally understood why! Inside, it had actually been this lecher!
"Kokomi was you?! You bastard! Not a single truthful word ever comes out of your mouth! That prophecy must have been a lie too!"
As the two argued, an ice blade suddenly swept over their heads. It drove straight onward, splitting a tree with a single strike and turning it into an ice sculpture.
"What a devoted pair of lovers. Today, I'll let you spread your wings and fly together-"
A sultry, alluring female voice drifted from afar, followed immediately by a rapidly approaching surge of bitterly cold power.
"Down into hell together!"
"Who dares act so brazenly?! Who dares harm the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall?!"
Another clear, fierce female voice rang out immediately afterward, accompanied by a surge of searing soul power that blocked the bitter cold!
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