69novels Chapter 23 Bibi Dong is angry
Chapter 23 Bibi Dong is angry
Outside the window, the lights of Wuhun City were gradually coming on, and the bustling outline was becoming clearer in the twilight.
Lin Yu stood by the window and flicked his fingertips lightly.
Dozens of pale, ghostly figures emerged from the shadows beneath his feet, then quickly dispersed and disappeared into the deepest part of the night.
These ghostly messengers had no physical form; they moved among the city walls and vegetation, heading straight for the Sunset Forest.
The eye of ice and fire.
Although the place was dangerous, it was just a uniquely scenic basin to the ghost messengers who had no life force.
Even if that old poison master Dugu Bo were there, he wouldn't be able to detect the existence of these shadows.
The plan has been laid out; all that's left is to wait.
Lin Yu summoned the Gate of Hell, the gate opened, and he stepped inside.
Inside the Gates of Hell, the gray fog remained thick.
Time seems to flow differently here than outside; even the air smells of decay.
Lin Yu sat cross-legged on the shore of the Yellow Springs and began to circulate the "Yellow Springs Immortal Scripture".
The path of the soul power flow is extremely strange; it doesn't go through the meridians, but seeps in little by little along the bone marrow.
The icy soul power surged within his body, each cycle bringing with it a bone-chilling cold.
The pain felt like countless tiny needles were piercing through the bones.
Hold on.
This level of training is nothing compared to the future struggle for divine positions; it's not even an appetizer.
As the first rays of dawn pierced the sky above Wuhun City, Lin Yu opened his eyes, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment wherever his gaze fell.
The soul power within his body took another step closer to level twenty-four.
One night of arduous practice is equivalent to half a month of effort for an ordinary person.
He quickly washed up, left his room, and headed towards the Spirit Hall Academy.
Although his status as a disciple of the Pope granted him numerous privileges, he still needed to continue with necessary social interactions and studies.
At least, before he becomes completely invincible, he has to maintain the persona of this "genius boy".
And so Lin Yu began his daily routine.
Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight stream into the Gothic windows of the Martial Soul Academy, Lin Yu is already sitting in the front row of the classroom.
The afternoon's practical training session was a nightmare for the three members of the "Golden Generation".
"Lin Yu, can't you fight like a proper Soul Master?"
After landing, Hu Liena stomped her foot in annoyance. Her enchanting soul skill, which she was so proud of, was like throwing a flirtatious glance at a stone when facing the expressionless, sinister ghost messengers around Lin Yu.
Lin Yu directed the two ghost messengers to play a game of ghost wall behind Xie Yue, teasingly saying, "Sister Nana, this is called tactical suppression, do you understand?"
After sparring, Lin Yu would always plunge into the vast library of the Spirit Hall.
Because the Ghost Gate Martial Soul was unprecedented, he urgently needed to find inspiration for creating his own Soul Skills through ancient books.
After all, as a summoner, if someone gets close to him, he can't exactly carry the Gates of Hell to smash someone's head, can he?
During this time, he also saw the magnum opus that was rumored to be miraculous and compiled by the so-called master Yu Xiaogang—"The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul".
Lin Yu turned to the first page with curiosity, but after less than five minutes, the veins on his forehead began to throb.
This is either common sense or illogical conjecture.
Lin Yu instantly regretted wasting those few minutes. He would have been better off teaching the ghost messengers calisthenics in the underworld.
Every day as the sun sets and casts long shadows across the Papal Palace, Lin Yu would appear before Bibi Dong without fail.
Reporting on cultivation progress was just a pretext; the real main event was the underworld treatment.
Lin Yu activated his Martial Soul with practiced ease, and the aura of the Netherworld rippled out, creating a rift leading to a desolate world.
At this moment, Bibi Dong would set aside all her pope airs, and her phoenix eyes, which always carried a ruthless and decisive air, would reveal a hint of weariness and longing.
With the arrival of the underworld, the cold and insane Rakshasa spirit that had been entangled deep within her soul for years seemed to have met its nemesis, and was forcibly suppressed and stripped away by the aura overflowing from the Gates of Hell.
This feeling is like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, or like rain after a long drought.
Bibi Dong closed her eyes slightly, savoring the rare clarity in her mind.
Ever since discovering that entering and leaving the underworld could temporarily escape the negative influence of the Rakshasa god, this all-powerful Pope has developed an almost obsessive dependence on this feeling.
"Teacher, are you satisfied with today's service?" Lin Yu asked, half-jokingly, looking at Bibi Dong, whose complexion had become much rosier.
Bibi Dong opened her eyes and looked at Lin Yu with a complicated expression. A hint of tenderness, which she herself did not even notice, quietly melted away from her aloof and cold demeanor.
"You talk too much," she scolded softly, but without the slightest hint of annoyance.
Once this habit was formed, it became an unspoken secret between the two.
In the magnificent yet oppressively oppressive Papal Palace, the slowly opening gate to the underworld became Bibi Dong's only safe haven.
These good days were shattered not long afterward.
That day, on his way back to his dormitory, Lin Yu was stopped by several strange old men.
The Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, was carrying a basket of rare ten-thousand-year-old soul beast meat, his face full of wrinkles as he smiled.
"Little Lin Yu, come here. You're at the age where you're growing, and this ten-thousand-year-old soul beast meat is incredibly nourishing!"
The third offering, Azure Phoenix Douluo, was not to be outdone, holding several herbs that shimmered with light in his hands.
"Xiaoyu, look! These are rare medicinal herbs; they're very helpful for improving soul power!"
Lin Yu's eyelids twitched as he looked at this group of Title Douluos who were usually aloof but now had fawning expressions. He quickly interrupted them.
"Stop, stop, stop! What are you doing, my fellow worshippers?"
Several old men, whose combined age was close to the point of having purple spirit rings, scratched their heads sheepishly, realizing that Lin Yu seemed to be frightened.
In the end, it was the most senior Golden Crocodile Douluo who revealed the truth.
After hearing the whole story, Lin Yu's face darkened.
Qian Daoliu, that big mouth, why does he have to tell everyone everything? He directly called him a successor of the Grim Reaper.
In retrospect, these offerings were all made to curry favor with him.
Everyone dies.
And Death is the highest-ranking official who controls their treatment after death.
If my time comes someday, having a good relationship with Lin Yu might help me land a good job over there.
"Esteemed seniors, I haven't become a god yet..."
Lin Yu tried to refuse, but was stopped by Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"It was bound to happen sooner or later! Take it; not taking it is disrespecting this old man!"
Just as the worshippers were fawning over Lin Yu, an extremely terrifying pressure swept in from the direction of the Papal Palace.
A purplish-black light streaked across the sky, and Bibi Dong's figure appeared above everyone's heads.
The nine-curved purple-gold crown reflected a cold arc in the sunlight.
"Esteemed guests, are you gathered here to corrupt my disciples?"
Bibi Dong's voice carried an unyielding chill.
Golden Crocodile Douluo curled his lip and put away the basket.
"Bibi Dong, what are you saying? We are just concerned about him. Don't be ungrateful."
"This is my disciple, no need for you to trouble yourself."
Bibi Dong descended from the sky and stood in front of Lin Yu.
She glanced at the treasures piled on the ground, her expression one of utter disdain.
"Lin Yu, come back to the palace with me."
She grabbed Lin Yu's arm with such force that Lin Yu felt his bones were about to crack.
Clearly, His Holiness the Pope is very angry.
very angry.