"Alright."
After finishing the data collection, Lin Feng finally turned around—ready at last to deal with the two wriggling blobs of mental pollution.
Bibi Dong let out a long breath.
The burning heat on her face faded slightly, and like an obedient little follower, she trailed closely behind Lin Feng.
Lin Feng raised his huge hand—formed entirely of mental power.
With a casual wave, the two glistening, greasy prehistoric giant maggot abominations were yanked into the air by an invisible force.
Without a flicker of disgust, Lin Feng extended both hands and began kneading them directly.
"First, establish a base… trim the excess," he muttered like a chef preparing premium ingredients.
Then he split his focus—left hand, right hand—working simultaneously.
Between his fingers, the indescribable masses began undergoing earth-shattering transformation.
His fingers were long, steady, and frighteningly dexterous.
Sometimes kneading.
Sometimes pinching.
Sometimes rubbing.
Sometimes slapping lightly to adjust form.
And at times, his fingertips flicked, tapped, pressed, and dragged with incredible speed!
Every movement was fluid, rhythmic—fast yet mesmerizing.
Anyone watching would have felt dazzled.
…And why did this technique feel suspiciously close to the moves used by top-tier "technicians" at the city's legendary club Heavenly Paradise?
Even Lin Feng himself murmured as he worked.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong was completely stunned.
Her glass-like, beautiful eyes never blinked once, fixed firmly on Lin Feng's moving hands.
At first, she was simply shocked by his precision and skill.
But as she continued watching… the feeling changed.
The kneading strength…
The pressing rhythm…
The stretching arcs…
Why… why did it make her, a woman who had lived so many years, suddenly blush, heart racing, mouth dry—and even her legs feel a little weak?!
Senior… w-what exactly are you doing?!
Is this really how one reshapes a Spirit?!
What the hell am I thinking at a time like this? This is sacred! This is serious! This is cultivation!
Yet her thoughts refused to straighten out.
Her face burned hotter the longer she watched.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was fully absorbed in "master sculptor" mode.
"Hm. The waist needs to be slimmer here—the curve must be smooth and full, or it'll lack soul."
"And this leg—slightly longer. Yes, golden ratio. Now that's perfect."
He kneaded and evaluated, looking every bit like a perfectionist artist refining a masterpiece.
A moment later—
Lin Feng clapped his hands sharply.
"Done."
He withdrew, admiring his work with satisfaction.
The disgusting blobs vanished.
Floating in their place—
Were two exquisite female light figures.
Both modeled after Bibi Dong.
Both even more perfect than the real thing.
One wore a purple-black Gothic long dress.
The lace details were luxurious.
Her eyes were covered with a pure black blindfold, revealing only an impeccable jawline—cold, regal, divine, untouchable.
Her long legs were wrapped in dark patterned fishnet stockings—sexy but never vulgar.
A monarch at the end of the world.
The Goddess of Death.
The other was its complete opposite.
A dark-green, skin-tight battle armor outlined flawless curves.
The armor glowed with a metallic-biological sheen, wild and powerful.
Her sharp eyes were uncovered—primal, predatory, domineering.
The Goddess of Soul Devourer.
Both figures replicated Bibi Dong's peak beauty.
But subtly enhanced.
Refined.
Like a premium paid DLC skin.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong—whose mind was still replaying scenes that absolutely needed pixel censorship—was snapped out of her delirium by Lin Feng's "Done."
She instinctively looked up.
Then—
Her mind blanked.
This… this is my Spirit?
These two goddess forms…
Formed out of those two giant fat maggots?!
The Goddess of Death hovered silently, blindfolded, noble, cold, divine.
The Goddess of Soul Devourer stood heroic, wild, killing intent sharp.
Their faces, figures, curves—every detail—were her own.
No—better than her own.
It was the perfect Spirit form she had dreamt of her whole life… yet never dared expect.
Bibi Dong's breath caught.
Her heart squeezed painfully.
Ecstasy surged so intensely she nearly lost her balance.
But—
When her gaze drifted to the perfect waist and hip curves of the light figures…
Her mind went buzz.
A shameful, uncontrollable thought exploded:
This waist… did Senior's hand knead right here?
And this leg… did Senior's finger slide all the way up like this…?
And… and…
Bibi Dong refused to think further.
Her entire face flushed crimson, like it could ignite the air.
It's over.
Completely over.
Even though the Spirits were breathtaking, she suddenly felt she could never again look directly at her own Spirits.
Or her own body.
Because these new Spirits—
From head to toe.
Inside and out.
Every curve.
Every line.
Every subtle contour—
Were personally sculpted by Senior's defined, strong, articulate hands.
Based on her body.
Kneaded into existence with his fingers.
A shameful electric shock ran through her entire being.
She felt as if her whole body—inside and out—had been thoroughly "handled" by Senior.
And done in the most meticulous, professional, elite-tier way possible.
"Senior…"
She tried to speak.
But Lin Feng's mental projection had already vanished.
Leaving her heart feeling strangely, uncomfortably empty.
She opened her eyes in reality.
Lin Feng withdrew his fingertip from her forehead without any hint of guilt or awareness.
"Alright. Try Spirit possession now."
This calm sentence—
Fell like the tolling bell of doom onto a group of Titled Douluo who had just limped back into the shop, leaning on the walls, half-dead.
They had barely recovered from vomiting their souls out, legs soft as noodles, intending to rest—
Instead, they heard that sentence.
Gold Crocodile Douluo clutched his chest immediately.
He was sure he was having a heart attack.
The extra 800 years of lifespan he'd just obtained—
Half of it flew away from fright on the spot!
His mind exploded—
What?!
Possession?!
Possess WHAT?!
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