Bibi Dong?
Out of control?
Su Linfeng stiffened on the spot, utterly shocked.
Even within the spiritual world, he could feel the burning heat of her flushed face pressed against his back, and the fire flaring up along his sides.
Who could withstand this?
Bibi Dong, like one possessed, murmured dreamily:
"Linfeng… there are some things you don't fully understand yet. Do you want me to… teach you myself?"
"What!?"
Su Linfeng's brows furrowed.
Barely clinging to his clarity of mind, he thought: Could it be because of those thoughts she had earlier that the Rakshasa's evil will found an opening?
After all, flies don't bite eggs without cracks. The one behind him wasn't truly Bibi Dong—it was the Rakshasa's evil thought manipulating her.
"Big Sister!" Su Linfeng called, trying to wake her.
Fortunately, it worked—if only for an instant.
Bibi Dong's body trembled, seeming to regain clarity for a heartbeat. But the pink mist that kept raining down clouded her mind once more.
Even Qian Renxue couldn't withstand this evil influence during her God Trial at rank ninety-nine. How could Bibi Dong, only rank ninety-four, resist?
Su Linfeng forced himself to turn around.
His heart skipped as he saw her.
The mature and radiant Bibi Dong's face was now flushed pink, her once-clear eyes hazy and unfocused. His gaze slid lower—her slender jade-like neck was stained with a rosy blush as well.
"Big Sister, something's wrong with you!" Su Linfeng realized his own body was heating up too. The fire within him spread uncontrollably.
Unstoppable.
Right! He needed to cool down. His own flame attribute was only fanning the fire.
The thought made the corners of his eyes twitch. His expression twisted with conflict—he was a normal man, after all. Even without the Rakshasa's influence, could he truly resist?
The flame in his lower abdomen surged under the pink aura's influence. He hastily drew in his stomach, forcing his Golden Flame Domain to compress the fire, trying desperately to contain it.
But it was like pouring a cup of water onto a wildfire.
Bibi Dong was also burning up. She wanted to tear her clothes off from the heat. Yet even under the Rakshasa's control, her long years of discipline as a Title Douluo made her body instinctively restrain itself.
"Linfeng…"
Her eyes, tinted pink, locked on him. She pounced again.
"Big Sister, wake up!"
For a moment, women's sensitivity proved stronger than men's. Bibi Dong seemed to regain a sliver of clarity.
But then, she realized she was embracing Su Linfeng tightly.
Her face turned pale. Her voice trembled, laced with both shame and icy severity:
"Linfeng… you little brat, what are you doing!?"
Her voice quivered with heat, each word dripping with both disbelief and shock.
Her dress, loosened from her struggle, slipped open to reveal dazzling white skin, searing Su Linfeng's eyes.
Though it was only the spiritual world, everything felt achingly real.
And Su Linfeng was no better off. He was a man.
A man who had suppressed himself for far too long.
Bibi Dong's cold rebuke jolted him awake, keeping him from crossing a line.
What do you mean, what am I doing!?
I'm innocent here!
Her words hit him like a hammer. He grabbed her wrists tightly, urgently warning:
"Big Sister! Don't lose yourself! This is just the evil thoughts' last counterattack. My flames can't suppress it anymore—you'll have to fight it yourself!"
Bibi Dong regained half her clarity.
She wanted to push him away.
But the Rakshasa's evil thought had seized her spiritual power completely.
She had no strength left. She couldn't push him off at all.
"How could this be? Think quickly!"
Bibi Dong's weak voice trembled:
"To think such shameful things would happen… I'm your…"
What?
She couldn't finish the sentence.
What exactly was she to him?
He always called her "Big Sister," and she always scolded him as a "little brat."
At that moment, her spiritual world was swallowed again by darkness.
The golden sun's light faded.
"Heheheh…"
A strange, mocking laugh echoed through the void, drilling into her mind.
"The more you resist, the more you'll lose control. Desire is born from the heart."
A pair of blood-red eyes opened in the darkness.
"At last… the moment I've been waiting for. Stop resisting. Release your desire. You like that soul beast, don't you?"
"Shut up! Get out!" Bibi Dong roared.
But the eerie laughter only grew louder.
The blood-red eyes descended, taking form—an identical shadow of Bibi Dong herself. But this one was more sinister, more twisted.
Smiling wickedly, the shadow walked toward her.
With every step, the world grew darker.
"I see everything about you. You can't lie to me. And he's suffering too—adolescence is hard. Why don't you… help him?"
The Rakshasa's will was indeed terrifying.
Even after ten years of being refined away, it could still explode with such power.
Its gaze was arrogant, its voice chilling.
"Help him. Stop lying to yourself. You rely on him completely now. You don't want anyone to take him from you, do you?"
It never saw Bibi Dong as its equal.
Its slender fingers brushed her trembling face, lips whispering against her ear:
"Go. You're pitiful. Let go of your useless obsession. Just once… be yourself."
"Get out!"
Rage, shame, humiliation, despair—every emotion surged inside Bibi Dong.
Her heart thundered in her chest.
Biting her lip, tears glimmering in her violet eyes, her jade hands clenched tightly.
Her long lashes trembled violently, her expression flickering between shame and anger.
As the Pope of Spirit Hall, she had never been gazed upon so recklessly—much less embraced like this.
And by that little brat she had raised herself…
It was enough to drive her mad with grief.
Su Linfeng, meanwhile, was stuck. His mental power was far weaker than hers—he couldn't break the bind.
And—
Why was she still scolding him?
He couldn't feel her battle with the Rakshasa's will. He only knew she had cursed him twice while holding him so tightly.
You're telling me to let go, but you're the one clinging to me! Am I supposed to push you away or not?
Deep down, he didn't want to.
After all… this wasn't reality.