First Meeting Bibi Dong

"You're Li Fei?!"

Just as Li Fei was about to step forward and ask Sister Ying what was going on, an icy voice sounded beside him. It startled him stiff, cold sweat pouring down his back. In that instant, he felt like an insect caught in a spiderweb, liable to be hunted down at any moment.

He turned around stiffly and saw a tall woman whose exaggerated figure could not be concealed even by her dark golden robe. She had an exquisitely beautiful oval face, but her cold, emotionless eyes made people tremble involuntarily.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Saintess!"

Li Fei recognized her at a glance. Qian Renxue's mother, the current Saintess, the future Pope—Bibi Dong. Without hesitation, he immediately dropped to one knee in salute.

"Would you mind having a private chat with me?" Bibi Dong said flatly.

"Where are you taking Li Fei?! I won't let you bully him!"

Qian Renxue immediately ran in front of Li Fei, spreading her arms to shield him like a chick under her wings as she screamed somewhat hysterically at Bibi Dong.

"Your Highness, there's no need for this! I believe Her Highness the Saintess won't do anything to me. She probably just wants to understand the situation!" Li Fei stepped forward and grasped Qian Renxue's shoulders, comforting her softly. At the same time, he gave Bibi Dong a meaningful look. "Isn't that right, Your Highness the Saintess?"

"Come with me." Bibi Dong ignored him, turned around, and headed toward a distant palace.

"Mm."

Li Fei immediately felt a little awkward. Bibi Dong really did not give him any face. With a helpless inward sigh, he made a reassuring gesture to Qian Renxue and followed after her.

"Bibi Dong, if you dare hurt Li Fei, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"

When she saw Li Fei follow her, Qian Renxue shouted at Bibi Dong. Li Fei clearly saw Bibi Dong's body stiffen before she continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Big sis, what are you doing?! Wasn't I already enough of a target?! If that madwoman Bibi Dong sets her sights on me, what am I supposed to do in the future?!

Li Fei was trembling now. Thinking of all the ruthless things Bibi Dong would do in the future, his legs inexplicably began to weaken as he shakily followed her inside.

Bibi Dong flicked her sleeve, took a seat, propped her head up with her right hand, and examined Li Fei.

Seeing this, Li Fei said nothing. He simply stood quietly below without raising his head, content to be a handsome man in peace.

"Li Fei, you are very impressive. You are the second person I have ever seen with such insight into Soul Masters. Especially your views on Meridians—they could be said to overturn the entire Soul Master world," Bibi Dong slowly said after a while.

"Your Highness the Saintess flatters me."

Li Fei smiled modestly. Of course, he knew who the other person Bibi Dong referred to was. Although he scorned that person, he could not show it in front of this love-struck woman. Bibi Dong still harbored fantasies about Yu Xiaogang.

"No need to be modest. You truly are impressive. There is no doubt about that." Bibi Dong's expression remained cold, but in the next moment, a trace of nostalgia and hatred appeared in her eyes. "Do you know someone called Grandmaster?"

"Your Highness the Saintess means Yu Xiaogang?" Li Fei asked with feigned hesitation.

"That's right."

"Then I know of him. Before awakening my Martial Soul, I studied his theories."

"What do you think of his theories?"

"I have read his Ten Core Competency Theories of Martial Souls. All I can say is that they summarize common knowledge in the Soul Master world quite thoroughly," Li Fei said softly.

After saying that, he cautiously raised his head to observe Bibi Dong's reaction. Fortunately, there was no major change, so she probably was not angry. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Summarize. Well said!" Bibi Dong unexpectedly nodded in agreement. She rose from her chair and walked to Li Fei's side. "What kind of person do you think he is? Speak your true thoughts. If you utter even one lie, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

A spider leg radiating the aura of death appeared before Li Fei. A chill rose from the depths of his heart, and he felt as though he might die the next second. He also regretted blurting out his true thoughts earlier for no apparent reason.

Could Bibi Dong have some ability to influence people's hearts? But then he remembered that she had already accepted the Rakshasa God's divine trial, so it was entirely possible. Cold sweat immediately began to stream down his face.

He looked up at Bibi Dong and found deathly chill emanating from her eyes. Even his mind began to tremble. He felt that if he did not answer now, he might truly die.

"Reporting to Your Highness the Saintess, I believe Yu Xiaogang is someone who seeks fame without merit. Although he is highly skilled in theoretical knowledge concerning Martial Souls, most of it is either knowledge I have seen before or common knowledge throughout the Soul Master world of Douluo Continent. He has made no new discoveries at all. Otherwise, the other powers on the continent could not possibly have ignored him, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would likely have brought him back long ago instead of letting him hole up in some small place conducting erroneous research."

After finishing in one breath, Li Fei was drenched as if he had been washed with water. He panted heavily, completely drained, his mind muddled as he wondered what Bibi Dong wanted.

"Then do you think the saying, 'There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters,' is correct?" Bibi Dong returned to her seat above and slowly asked.

"It is very correct. Although a Soul Master's upper limit is related to the quality of their Martial Soul, it depends even more on the Soul Master themselves. As long as one has a goal and understands how to cultivate, even someone with level one Innate Soul Power can become a Titled Douluo."

Li Fei had not forgotten Ji Juechen, that ruthless man from the second Douluo era. With merely level three Innate Soul Power, he had forcibly tempered his scrap-iron-like Martial Soul into a sword and eventually reached the level of a Titled Douluo. Not only that, his combat strength was among the best even among Titled Douluo.

In comparison, Yu Xiaogang seemed even more like trash. His Martial Soul clearly possessed the bloodline of the Golden Sacred Dragon, yet he had remained a Soul Grandmaster for over a decade. Luo Sanpao, such a rare intelligent Martial Soul, had been utterly wasted on him.

"If that is the case, can your theories help him break through from level twenty-nine and become someone like a Titled Douluo?" Bibi Dong asked calmly, but Li Fei could hear the faint tremor and excitement in her voice.

Li Fei finally understood what Bibi Dong wanted. It was actually for that useless Yu Xiaogang. It seemed she still held considerable fantasies and love for him and wanted to help him.

"My apologies, Your Highness the Saintess, but I cannot give you a definite answer on this matter. As I said earlier, the Martial Soul comes second. What matters more is the Soul Master themselves. If he does not even believe he can break through on his own, then no theory I offer will be of any use!" Li Fei gritted his teeth and answered.

As soon as his words fell, Bibi Dong's aura began to rise without end. Ripples appeared in the surrounding air from the fluctuations of Soul Power, and waves of deathly aura instantly filled the entire palace.