Spirit City.
The moon hung in the sky, stars sparse. Unknowingly, it was already deep into the night.
"Whew~"
In the courtyard, Hu Liena let out a long breath and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at the sky, then stretched her body lazily in place.
Her slightly raised chest carried the kind of maturity a young girl shouldn't yet have, all bathed in moonlight.
"Su-ge still seems to be cultivating."
She glanced toward the Pope's chambers, where the lights still burned brightly, then got up and headed toward her own side hall.
As she walked, her mind kept replaying how Zhang Ping had teased her earlier. That little brat—it was so embarrassing she could die.
Thinking of it made Hu Liena's face flush again.
It was true.
She had lived under the same roof with Su Linfeng for five years, yet she hadn't managed to do anything. Just as Zhang Ping mocked, she was wasting a golden opportunity.
But the truth was—she really didn't know how.
When she was little, she used to boldly say she'd grow up and have babies for Su Linfeng. But that was just childish words.
Now that she was grown…
She still liked Su Linfeng deeply, but the older she got, the less courage she had. She didn't dare speak so freely anymore.
Especially not the tricks Zhang Ping mentioned—charming, drinking, pretending to resist but secretly yielding. Hu Liena felt far too embarrassed to even think about that. Besides, there hadn't been a chance.
Their teacher was always there, never giving them any private time together. If only the Teacher would leave for a while… maybe then she'd dare to try.
Her face grew hotter as her thoughts spun. Just where did Zhang Ping learn things like that? Are all teenage girls really that bold?
Her heart pounded like a little motor as she thought of Su Linfeng. She rubbed her flushed cheeks with both hands, then pushed open the door to her side hall.
…
The moon was high overhead.
It was deep into the night; even insects and birds had fallen quiet.
At this moment, inside Bibi Dong's spiritual world…
After years of refining away the Rakshasa God's will, what was once a dark and twisted landscape had transformed entirely.
To call it a spiritual world was one thing, but it resembled a Title Douluo's personal domain even more.
There were mountains, rivers, and scenery.
Lakes, waterfalls, pavilions—everything one could imagine.
And in fact, Bibi Dong's spiritual world now looked exactly like Spirit Hall's forbidden rear mountain.
That was the place where her nightmare began—the root of her obsession. In the past, it was filled with black and blood-red hues. But after years of Su Linfeng's cultivation within it, it had been remade anew.
A golden sun hung in the sky. On the ground, Su Linfeng sat cross-legged, constantly pouring soul power into it. In the air, the faint black aura was nearly gone.
If someone were to step into Bibi Dong's spiritual world now, they would be drawn in by the scenery. Even the murderous air that once stank of blood had become refreshing. It was a breathtaking place.
This was why Su Linfeng had only gained eight levels of soul power in eight years—because he had to constantly "feed" Bibi Dong with his cultivation.
He worked seriously at refining away the Rakshasa's evil will, while Bibi Dong no longer needed to struggle so hard. All she had to do was relax and accept him fully.
Which was why, every time he teased her about this, she had no comeback—he wasn't wrong.
At the lakeside, in a simple pavilion…
"Whew… I really owe that brat more and more…"
Bibi Dong sat on a stone bench, gazing at Su Linfeng. In her spiritual world, she wasn't wearing her grand golden ceremonial gown, but a simple purple dress—whatever was most comfortable.
It did nothing to hide her beauty. Her delicate features glowed with a healthy flush. Her purple eyes, though dazed, were still bright and enchanting as they rested on Su Linfeng.
Under the simple cloth, her curves were undeniable—something no ordinary girl could compare to.
"He really has grown up… especially this morning…"
Her face and neck turned completely pink. "Damn it… How can I be thinking things like this? I'm supposed to be his…"
What was she to him?
Mother?
Aunt?
But he refused to call her either. And after raising him for over five thousand days and nights, this ungrateful brat didn't even acknowledge it.
Could it be that he actually wanted to make her…
Her emotions surged, and the spiritual world rippled faintly.
Perhaps sensing her unstable mood, Su Linfeng opened his eyes, frowned, and turned toward her. "Sis, what's wrong? Your mental state seems shaky."
"Ah, I'm fine."
Bibi Dong's eyes flickered as she tried to cover it up. "Just… just got distracted for a moment."
Turning away, she sank back into her languid pose, staring vacantly at the water.
Too embarrassing. Thank goodness that brat can't hear my thoughts, or I'd want to crawl into a hole.
She sighed inwardly.
Over the years, she had come to trust him completely. With him, she had no defenses left.
And in Su Linfeng's eyes, Bibi Dong looked entirely different than before.
She wasn't the untouchable Pope towering above everyone. She wasn't a woman who lost control of her emotions easily.
Perhaps only with him could she drop every burden.
The Pope was still a human.
And more than that, a woman.
Su Linfeng smiled faintly at her, teasing: "Sis, it's fine if you're okay—but don't let your mind wander too far."
"Mind wander?"
Propping her chin on one hand, she tapped idly on the stone table with the other. She shot back with a faint smile: "You think I'm like you? Always up to no good?"
He froze.
Watching her like this—so relaxed, so natural—he was stunned.
Puberty colliding with maturity.
At this moment, Bibi Dong gave him an entirely different feeling.
Any man in his shoes would find her impossible to resist.
Suddenly—
While Su Linfeng's attention wavered, the golden sun above them trembled violently. The black aura, sensing an opening, surged back to counterattack.
The sky in her spiritual world shifted colors.
Even the waterfall in the distance sent up pink mist as it crashed against the rocks, the haze spreading outward.
Not good!
This was the most dangerous fragment of the Rakshasa's will—the Desire Evil Thought.
It was the same one that had later latched onto Qian Renxue during her God Trial.
Linfeng…
As expected, Bibi Dong had fallen into its grip.
Her gaze grew hazy as she looked at Su Linfeng. Though she still lounged languidly, the pink aura in the air was seeping into her spiritual world—sliding along her pores, clinging to her flushed skin, filling her senses with intoxicating fragrance.
Her body and soul were surrendering to it completely.
"Hmph… struggling to the end!"
Su Linfeng glared at the changing sky and sneered at the Rakshasa's will. "So this is your final trick, huh—mm!"
He didn't finish.
Because at that moment, he felt something tighten around his waist.
From behind, a pair of delicate jade hands wrapped around him.
And a flushed face pressed against his back, warm and soft.