Bibi Dong stood in the great hall, looking coldly down at Ma Hongjun. "Did you deliberately leave out parts of the cultivation method when you explained it to me, just so you could take more liberties with me?"
Ma Hongjun scoffed. He was no inexperienced virgin. The workers in Suotuo City's special service trade who earned their living with their skills knew far more tricks than this fifty-year-old pope.
Coy, manipulative talk, honey traps, putting someone over the fire-he knew all those tricks inside out.
Had he not previously believed that the pope of Spirit Hall could not possibly be that sort of person, he would never have fallen for it and practiced the cultivation method with her.
Who would have thought Bibi Dong was worse than those workers? At least they honored their word and actually did the job once they took the money.
Although Bibi Dong was a Soul Master and the pope of Spirit Hall, and proper care combined with the nourishment of Soul Power made her look like a beautiful young married woman of thirty despite being in her forties or fifties,
the girls in Suotuo City were all in their twenties. There were even respectable women who wanted a Soul Master's bloodline.
What appeal did Bibi Dong have left in Ma Hongjun's eyes now?
He even felt ashamed that he had once stood at attention for her.
Seeing Ma Hongjun remain silent, Bibi Dong instead assumed he had a guilty conscience. "Come forward. I permit you to demonstrate the cultivation method to me again. Use your skills to serve me, and I will give you the reward you deserve. If you serve me well, perhaps I might even let you live."
As she spoke, Bibi Dong raised her chin slightly, her bearing utterly disdainful of everyone.
Her elegant, sumptuous makeup, combined with her Twin Martial Souls, unique on the continent, and the strength of an ultimate Titled Douluo, gave her the right to look down on everyone on this continent.
Ma Hongjun said nothing more. He merely stepped forward and took Bibi Dong's delicate hand.
Following the guidance of his palm, Bibi Dong's body obediently assumed all manner of difficult yoga poses.
What Bibi Dong did not know was that the yoga recorded in the Bhagavad Gita could actually be divided into two parts: one was "yo," and the other was "ga," with the "ga" portion holding absolute dominance.
This was precisely the portion whose movements Ma Hongjun was guiding.
Invisible karmic fire circulated over Bibi Dong and Ma Hongjun, but only Ma Hongjun himself could perceive this sight.
Following Ma Hongjun's palm, flames scattered over the various crucial points of Bibi Dong's body. These flames did not burn her flesh. On the contrary, the more flames there were, the more pleasure Bibi Dong felt.
The effects of that nightmare from years ago seemed to be washed away by layer upon layer of warm, gentle spring water. The sensation began at the crown of her head, and the spring water gradually flowed throughout her body. Bibi Dong felt as though her inner demons had been washed away along with it.
Bibi Dong felt every pore in her body open. The spring water flowed slowly down from the crown of her head, seeping into her body and sweeping away all the sin, filth, foulness, and impurities throughout it.
Bibi Dong could not help humming softly, and then her consciousness grew somewhat hazy.
Ma Hongjun's gaze instantly sharpened. The opportunity he had waited so painfully for was here.
With a thought, a flame interwoven with red and black flowed from Ma Hongjun's palm and fell straight into Bibi Dong's body.
Since the Bhagavad Gita was a dual cultivation method, it had accounted for the possibility of betrayal by someone taught the method,
this was a power within the Bhagavad Gita that he had never used before, called a curse.
This power was extremely overbearing. Once released, it could never be taken back.
However, this power could not simply be used whenever he wanted. At the very least, before he condensed the two-colored flame in his mind, Ma Hongjun had no way to activate it.
Moreover, the most crucial point of the curse was that Ma Hongjun had to stand before the other person and declare aloud exactly what curse he was placing on them.
Against someone he could beat, Ma Hongjun only needed to clench his fist and hit them. Against someone he could not beat, this move took so long to channel that he could never land it on them.
Most importantly, this curse could not be activated instantly. It required a series of preliminary movements and circulations of power, and even a medium, before it could be used.
From the very beginning, this power was intended to restrain the partner who practiced dual cultivation with the cultivator.
It was precisely because Bibi Dong was immersed in yoga and paid no attention whatsoever to Ma Hongjun's little movements that he was able to complete it so smoothly.
Now only the last step of the curse remained. Ma Hongjun immediately stepped back and declared loudly, "I curse you to be plagued by your body's instincts just as I am, with only me able to give you a moment's relief!"
The moment the curse was uttered, a peal of thunder rang out in the sky.
"Was that thunder? Was that thunder? Surely not. The sky's perfectly clear, without even a dark cloud. Where did that thunder come from?"
Everyone in Spirit City looked up at the sky, but none knew where the thunder had come from. They could only scratch their heads and return to their own business.
Inside the Papal Hall, however, blazing fury burned in Bibi Dong's eyes. "Boy, what did you do to me?"
She had thought Ma Hongjun was merely throwing out a few senseless curses after suffering too much humiliation, but the rumbling thunder just now and the red-and-black chains that had abruptly appeared in her mental space told her it was nothing of the sort. She had genuinely, truly been cursed.
Suddenly, an indescribable urge surged within her. Bibi Dong had never been some pure and holy goddess. On the contrary, ever since she took Hu Liena in, the two of them had indulged in plenty of play.
Yet all her previous sensations combined were not as intense as this one.
Bibi Dong felt as if her body were burning in fire. This fire did not scorch her; instead, it burrowed into the gaps between her bones, making her feel warm all over and unbearably itchy from head to toe.
"Your Holiness, you kept calling me a filthy man before. Now I'm merely asking you to experience what I feel. Surely you can bear it?"
"Your Holiness, you won't turn into one of those beasts you spoke of, obeying nothing but instinct, will you?"
"Surely not, surely not, Your Holiness? Your endurance isn't even as good as that of the filthy men you talk about."
Bibi Dong's eyes looked ready to spew fire. "Remove it! I order you to remove it right this instant!"
"Tsk, tsk." Ma Hongjun folded his arms and shook his head with amusement. "I have no way to remove something like this. Besides, Your Holiness, you should be able to feel it too, shouldn't you? Once the power of this curse is released, it cannot be revoked. You can only suffer its torment for the rest of your life."
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Your Holiness, how does your body feel now? This filthy man experiences that feeling every second of every minute."
"Your esteemed Holiness, surely you can withstand this little sensation? Surely not, surely not? How can Your Holiness be even weaker than me?"
Having thoroughly vented his pent-up anger, Ma Hongjun was so delighted that his eyebrows danced.
Still, it was not too late. This old woman and that little hussy had tormented him for so long. How could he possibly let her off easily?
Fury surged within Bibi Dong, and she reached out to tear Ma Hongjun in two, but his voice reached her just in time. "For the rest of your life, Your Holiness, only I can ease this suffering for you even a little. Can you really harden your heart and kill me?"
Bibi Dong's eyes looked ready to spit fire.
"Yes, that's exactly the look. When that fine disciple of yours falsely accused and humiliated me, when that old bastard Chrysanthemum Guan whipped and tortured me, I had that same look in my eyes. Look, Your Holiness, I haven't even picked up a whip yet."
Bibi Dong shouted, "Guards! Where the hell is everyone?"
Then, with a sweep of her hand, she sent Ma Hongjun flying.
The blow sent Ma Hongjun crashing through the great hall's doors, and he rolled a long way out from the entrance.
Only then did a squad of the Temple Army arrive at the scene.
"Take him back to the prison and keep him under strict guard."
The Temple Army squad was just about to act when Bibi Dong added, "Heal his injuries. And I forbid him to die. If he dies, every one of you in the Temple Army and every prison guard can bring me your heads."
The imperial guards trembled with fear, hurriedly acknowledged her orders, and picked Ma Hongjun up and took him away.
With a retch, Ma Hongjun vomited a pool of blood. The Temple Army soldiers were even more anxious than he was, and a Soul Master with healing abilities immediately used a Soul Skill to keep him alive.
Ma Hongjun, however, laughed with abandon. Now his life was thoroughly secure.
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