Bibi Dong sat in a chair, her long, snowy-white legs crossed, propping her delicate chin on one hand as she stared absently at Chen Feng, who had commandeered her bed and was sleeping soundly.
After a long while, she slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When she woke the next day, however, she found herself lying in bed.
She hurriedly sat up and inspected her clothes. They were completely intact, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon, she frowned, her expression darkening.
She rose and steadied herself against the wall, ready to head out brimming with murderous intent. Yet when she reached the bedchamber door, she stopped, sighed softly, and rubbed her forehead.
That little bastard doesn't follow any rules at all. What a headache.
Forget it. Time to train the Spirit Hall Team.
She took a deep breath, pushed open the bedchamber doors, and walked out.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng, who had long since returned to the Holy Son's Hall, sat on his bed, looking at the now-ripe fruit at the tip of the dark purple branch with a faint smile.
It really takes a thorough watering to make the fruit ripen faster.
If I let it ripen normally, it would probably take months, or even years.
Now, just one night of watering has ripened it completely.
Unfortunately, I probably won't have another chance after this.
Chen Feng reached out and plucked the fruit. Dark purple light swirled around it before it finally transformed into a dark purple torso soul bone. Red light flickered over the soul bone, which contained dense Rakshasa evil qi and an aura of death.
A hundred-thousand-year torso soul bone-and one of the finest hundred-thousand-year torso soul bones at that: the Rakshasa Ghost Tree.
This soul bone contained a dense Rakshasa aura and an aura of death.
Chen Feng sat cross-legged and began absorbing the soul bone.
Just like when he absorbed his soul ring, the entire process was free of danger or scares and went exceptionally smoothly.
After he finished absorbing it, his martial soul, body, and soul all received a terrifying enhancement.
His soul power was also tempered, becoming purer and more condensed, but its total amount still did not increase in the slightest.
The Rakshasa Ghost Tree torso bone provided two soul bone skills.
Rakshasa Evil Light: fired a beam of dark purple light containing Rakshasa evil qi from the chest. Upon striking its target, it would severely injure and corrode the enemy's body, soul, and soul power simultaneously. The beam ranged from one foot to ten feet in diameter, its exact size depending on how much soul power was channeled into it.
Ghost Tree Domain: released a domain that could suppress enemies' strength and absorb death energy, evil thoughts, resentment, and vitality to replenish the user's expenditure and heal the user's injuries.
A faint smile appeared on Chen Feng's face.
Two soul bone skills, one for powerful attacks and one a domain. Perfect.
I wonder what the third fruit will turn into. A martial soul fusion skill? Or a second soul ring? A second soul bone?
Unfortunately, getting the first branch to grow a third fruit will probably be impossible now.
Chen Feng glanced at the dark purple branch and shook his head regretfully.
To ripen the fruit as quickly as possible, he had gone a little too far last night. He wondered whether she would come charging straight over to kill him.
I'd better find somewhere to hide.
He looked up at the sky and muttered, "I'll go play with the little fox. With so many people around, she probably won't have the nerve to come charging over to kill me."
With that thought, he hurried out of Spirit Hall and headed toward Spirit Hall Academy.
Meanwhile, at the training square for Class Heaven One in Spirit Hall Academy.
The Spirit Hall Team had gathered there for special training as usual.
"Where are Nana and Yan?"
Xie Yue frowned slightly. Yan being late was one thing, but even his sister, who was usually the most punctual and enthusiastic, was late today.
Their teacher would probably arrive soon. If those two did not show up, they would certainly be punished.
Zhang Ping thought for a moment and said, "Captain, after His Holiness the Pope summoned Sister Nana yesterday afternoon, she doesn't seem to have come back."
Xie Yue's expression eased slightly. Since their teacher had summoned her, she would probably arrive with their teacher.
"Yan's here."
Suddenly, someone called out.
Xie Yue and the others turned to look, and all of them froze.
Yan walked toward them with his head lowered, looking dejected, his cheeks red and swollen.
Xie Yue asked in confusion, "Did someone beat you up?"
"No, I just accidentally got hit by a door."
Yan hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, flatly denying it.
"Hit by a door?"
Everyone was speechless. A level forty-nine Soul Ancestor had been hit by a door badly enough to look like that?
Xie Yue wanted to question him further, but then he saw Hu Liena approaching from a distance, and a peculiar look entered his eyes.
"Sister Nana, you're actually not wearing a black robe today?"
Zhang Ping's eyes widened, disbelief written all over her face.
Something seemed to occur to Hu Liena, and her pretty face flushed slightly. She cleared her throat twice and said, "I gave it some thought. A black robe isn't very suitable for performing at my best."
"Really?"
Zhang Ping looked somewhat doubtful.
Yan stared at Hu Liena, his gaze a little dazed.
Without her black robe, wearing only a pink little tank top and pink little shorts, Hu Liena looked even sexier.
Hu Liena raised her head to look at him, frightening him into hastily lowering his head.
Seeing the probing looks from Zhang Ping and the others, she decisively changed the subject with a light laugh. "Oh, Yan, your face still hasn't stopped swelling?"
"Soon, soon."
Yan's eyes darted about, and he lowered his head even further.
"Sister Nana, do you know what happened to Yan? Did someone beat him up?"
At her words, Zhang Ping and the others promptly shifted their attention, all asking curiously.
"That's right. Someone beat him up, and it was a one-ring Soul Master, too."
Hu Liena sold Yan out without hesitation, so these people would stop asking why she was not wearing a black robe today.
"What? A one-ring Soul Master beat him up?"
Everyone gaped, their faces filled with shock.
Xie Yue scolded him in exasperation, as though lamenting iron that would not turn to steel. "Yan, you're one of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, yet you couldn't even beat a one-ring Soul Master?"
Yan's cheeks flushed crimson, but he stubbornly retorted, "I just didn't use my other three soul skills. Never mind me-you wouldn't beat him either if you only used your first soul skill."
Xie Yue laughed at that. "Yan, are you trying to make me laugh? I'm a Soul King. Even if I only use my first soul skill, a one-ring Soul Master can't compare to me."
Yan was about to say more when his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly greeted respectfully, "Greetings, Teacher."
Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and the others all turned around, only to discover that Bibi Dong had appeared without them noticing. They hurriedly greeted her respectfully, "Greetings, Teacher (Your Holiness)."
Bibi Dong nodded faintly, her gaze settling on Yan with a slight flicker in her eyes.
Naturally, she had heard their conversation.
That little bastard actually beat Yan up this badly?
Still, it's not surprising when I think about it. That little bastard's first soul ring is a hundred-thousand-year one, and he has that super god-level martial soul.
Even she could receive enhancement from the branch feeding power back to her. As the martial soul's owner, that little bastard must have received an even greater enhancement.
If both of them only used their first soul skill, Yan really would be no match for him.
"All right, start training."
Bibi Dong spoke indifferently. "Today's training load is doubled."
"What?"
Everyone's expression changed at once, their heads drooping.
Normal training was already exhausting, and now she was doubling it. Wasn't she training them to death?
And why did their teacher's (Her Holiness's) tone seem to carry a trace of anger?
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