Let Xiao Feng Go!

"Fine, fine, fine."

Bibi Dong was practically laughing from anger at Lin Feng. As the Pope, she could not believe he dared sit there so calmly while speaking—and saying things she did not want to hear.

"Outrageous! Is that how you speak to the Pope?!"

So she'd cracked and started throwing her status around? Lin Feng sighed.

He rose and bowed. "Lin Feng has been disrespectful. Please forgive me, Your Majesty the Pope. But I must still say this: Yu Xiaogang is undeserving of his reputation, all empty fame."

"You!"

Bibi Dong forcibly suppressed the fury in her heart and stared fixedly at Lin Feng.

"Then tell me—where exactly are his theories wrong?"

"First, Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of one's Martial Soul. If that were true, then shouldn't disciples of a sect like the Clear Sky Sect, which possesses top-tier Martial Souls, all have Innate Full Soul Power? Second, the Martial Soul Mimicry Theory. Plant-type Martial Souls can absorb animal-type soul rings, and vice versa. Spirit Masters have existed for tens of millions of years—did the earliest Spirit Masters never absorb soul rings from creatures that did not correspond to their own type?

"Do all tool Martial Souls even have corresponding tool-type Spirit Beasts? Can hammers and staffs become sentient?

"This is fundamentally common knowledge in the Spirit Master World. It is simply that absorbing soul rings from similar Spirit Beasts better promotes one's Martial Soul Evolution and grants more suitable Soul Skills, which is why it is generally accepted that one should prioritize soul rings from similar Spirit Beasts.

"This is like forcibly claiming that Spirit Masters can go farm. Sure, they can—but there's no need.

"And then the third point, soul—"

"Enough!!!"

Bibi Dong roared as if she had gone mad, her exquisite face already somewhat twisted.

Bang!

Her body flashed, and she had already seized Lin Feng in her hand. Her pupils were suffused with blood, and her breathing was heavy.

"Do you really think I won't kill you?"

"Cough, cough. You won't, and you can't. The Great Enshrinement left something behind on me. With your current Soul Douluo strength, you are still far from being able to break it."

Held in midair by Bibi Dong, Lin Feng looked at her calmly. Yet to Bibi Dong, that indifferent expression seemed like mockery.

"Heh."

Bibi Dong frowned. If what Lin Feng said was true, then she truly could not put his life in danger. The power of a Peerless Douluo was an entirely different concept.

Seeing Bibi Dong's uncertain expression, Lin Feng promptly offered her a way out.

"Your Majesty the Pope, Spirit Hall needs my theories. And as the Pope, you need my research results even more."

Bibi Dong gave Lin Feng a deep look before finally setting him down and drawing a deep breath.

"Cough."

Rubbing his slightly sore neck, Lin Feng let out a long breath.

It seemed Bibi Dong's corrosion by the Rakshasa God's Will was still far from severe.

If it had been eroded over more than a decade, after Yu Xiaogang had become the obsession in her heart, then the outcome today would likely have been completely different.

It was rather ridiculous. As the possessor of Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, Bibi Dong's potential to become a God actually had to be activated through negative emotions.

At least, that was what Qian Xunji thought. He had placed himself within the scheme and brought about two Gods for Spirit Hall—the greatest mastermind behind Douluo 1, the wise madman—Qian Xunji.

He truly did not know what kind of smile Qian Xunji had worn when Bibi Dong killed him in the original work. Just thinking about it left him speechless.

"You seem quite pleased with yourself?"

Bibi Dong's tone was icy, no longer carrying the gentleness she had shown when they first met.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly. Wasn't the Illusion Technique supposed to have been lifted? So going dark really made her three times stronger—and tripled her love-struck foolishness too.

"A little."

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.

"I'm only nine years old, yet I've achieved results like these. Can't I be proud for a while?"

Bibi Dong fell silent. Why did she always feel so powerless before this irritating little brat?

She could not lay a hand on him, and worse, what he said was the truth.

Rubbing her throbbing forehead, she finally remembered why she had come here.

She returned to the desk and gestured for Lin Feng to sit again.

"You are very clever. I did indeed come to seek your help. Add another project to your theoretical research: solve the problem of failed Martial Soul mutations preventing breakthroughs."

Lin Feng watched Bibi Dong for a moment before speaking calmly. "The person most familiar with their own Martial Soul is undoubtedly themselves. You want me to help research a problem that even that Grandmaster cannot solve himself. First, there is no theoretical basis. Second, there is no research subject. Third, it offers me no benefit. I have no reason to do something so laborious and thankless."

Bibi Dong only felt a suffocating breath trapped in her chest. She snapped angrily, "Then consider it a commission from me. Name your price!"

"Impossible. I have more important things to do. If you truly want it, then wait. Wait until my research has fully taken shape."

Bibi Dong snorted. "Who knows how long it will take you to complete your theories? Even Yu Xiaogang spent more than a decade developing the Ten Core Competencies of Spirits!"

Lin Feng chuckled. "Your Majesty the Pope, please do not mention that worthless man before me again. It took him over a decade to summarize and copy the wisdom of those before him? How utterly laughable! And do not compare me to him. I would consider that an insult."

"Impudent!"

Bibi Dong's soul power surged, directly overturning the desk along with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng steadied himself. "If you do not believe me, I can write down the sources of his theories, and you can verify them yourself in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!"

"Shut up!"

Bibi Dong's Amethyst-like eyes had already taken on a bloody hue, and killing intent began to seep from her body.

An icy, Evil aura spread through the room in an instant.

Lin Feng clenched his teeth and stared proudly at Bibi Dong, even though his legs were already trembling beyond his control.

Bibi Dong froze. Even a mere trace of the Divine Slaughter's Domain should not have been something a Spirit Master of barely over ten ranks could withstand.

Bibi Dong slowly suppressed the resentment in her heart and was just about to speak.

The room's doors were blasted open.

A golden figure rushed swiftly toward Lin Feng.

Before she arrived, her voice had already reached them.

"Let Xiao Feng go!"

Feeling the dense holy-attribute soul power before her, Bibi Dong sneered. "You care about him that much? Then stay with him! Let's see how long the two of you can hold out here!"

As her words fell, Bibi Dong imprisoned Qian Renxue as well, who had just rushed to Lin Feng's side.

The Divine Slaughter's Domain, which had begun to recede, appeared once more. Under the suppression of killing intent and soul power, Lin Feng and Qian Renxue were almost instantly forced to their knees by the pressure.

Qian Renxue's face was pale, and an unusual light flickered in her beautiful eyes.

She said word by word, "If you dare touch him, I'll have Grandfather strip you of your position as Pope!"

"Hehehe."

Bibi Dong sneered. "You think he'll agree to that? This is all a debt your Qian Clan owes me!"

Qian Renxue froze. What did she mean by that? Had the Qian Clan done something to wrong her?

Looking at the two before her, Bibi Dong suddenly felt a malicious amusement rise in her heart.

You two are so deeply in love, aren't you? Then I'll put a little rift between you!