Ling Yan narrowed her eyes slightly:
"I wonder what business the Pope has with my Xiao Feng?"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong sneered and glanced at Ling Yan.
"'My Xiao Feng'? How affectionate. How does it feel to be in a threesome?"
Ling Yan paused, a faint trace of embarrassment flashing across her delicate face, though mostly, she remained composed.
She casually replied:
"It feels great, absolutely wonderful. The joy of it is something you, Pope, could never imagine."
"Oh, is that so?"
Bibi Dong ignored Ling Yan and pulled Hu Liena inside.
Ling Yan swiftly moved to block Bibi Dong's path.
"Pope, please state your purpose. Otherwise, I cannot allow you to enter."
Bibi Dong patted Hu Liena's head:
"My personal disciple, Nana, wants to meet Lin Feng. Do you intend to stop her?"
Ling Yan glanced at the flustered Hu Liena and frowned.
"Let them in, Sister Ling Yan."
The three turned to look.
Under the slanting sunlight, Lin Feng leaned casually against the doorframe, his figure elongated by the light.
Dressed in a clean, black outfit, his tall and slender frame stood out even more.
The lines of his face were sharp and handsome, his eyes firm and deep.
A faint smile played on his lips.
He bowed slightly to Bibi Dong and spoke in a calm tone:
"Please, take a seat, Pope, and..."
"My name is Hu Liena. You can call me Nana."
Hu Liena, her eyes sparkling, quickly introduced herself when she noticed Lin Feng didn't seem to know her name.
Lin Feng chuckled softly: "And this little junior, Nana."
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, slightly displeased with Hu Liena's interruption but said nothing. Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng.
Compared to a year ago, he had grown even more handsome. The steadfast and composed aura around him hadn't faded but had instead become more restrained.
At the same time, he exuded a gentle, sunny warmth that made people feel at ease.
Bibi Dong's breathing quickened for a moment. She lowered her head slightly and led Hu Liena into the room.
As she passed Lin Feng, she glanced at him sideways.
Lin Feng, now slightly taller than Bibi Dong, forced her to look up slightly to meet his eyes.
Accustomed to looking down on everyone from her papal throne, this was the first time she had to look up at a man, especially one with Lin Feng's status as Qian Renxue and Ling Yan's fated partner.
A strange feeling stirred in Bibi Dong's heart.
"You lead the way."
Her voice softened, reminiscent of the gentle tone she had used during their first meeting.
Both Lin Feng and Ling Yan were momentarily stunned.
Lin Feng nodded slightly and, together with Ling Yan, led the way.
The momentary change in Lin Feng's expression didn't escape Bibi Dong's notice.
Her lips curved into a faint smile.
The two took their seats.
Qian Renxue and Lin Feng sat in the main seats, with Ling Yan beside Lin Feng.
Qian Renxue spoke calmly, her gaze fixed on Bibi Dong:
"What exactly do you want with Xiao Feng? Don't bother with excuses like bringing that little girl to see him."
Bibi Dong chuckled softly and took a sip of tea:
"Scholar Lin Feng's reputation has spread throughout the soul master world.
As the Pope, it's only natural for me to pay a visit to one of the Spirit Hall's greatest contributors.
Bringing Nana here is secondary. My main goal is to discuss soul theory with Scholar Lin Feng."
Qian Renxue frowned, clearly not buying Bibi Dong's explanation. She glanced at Hu Liena, who was staring at Lin Feng in a daze.
Her tone grew colder:
"What else? What do you want to know, or what are you trying to take?"
Hu Liena blinked. This sister dared to speak to her teacher like that? What was her status...?
Bibi Dong looked at Lin Feng, a flash of greed in her eyes.
Her voice remained soft:
"I'm very curious about how Scholar Lin Feng managed to increase his soul power by over ten levels in just a few months.
And how Ling Yan's soul power increased by three levels, with her martial soul evolving.
Not to mention the Dugu family, who recently joined the Spirit Hall. What's going on with their martial souls?"
Lin Feng lowered his gaze, weighing the pros and cons.
After exchanging a glance with Qian Renxue, he said:
"In this world, there exists something called immortal herbs. They can bring about a qualitative leap for soul masters, allowing for martial soul evolution and soul power increases without side effects.
These herbs are extremely rare and have the ability to strengthen one's foundation and refine one's energy.
Due to their nature, a person can usually only consume one. Consuming more could harm their foundation.
The three of us, as well as Dugu Bo, have each consumed one."
"Is that so..."
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. This matched one of her theories.
Such a sudden increase could only be explained by rare treasures or even relics left by gods.
"So, it seems these immortal herbs came from Dugu Bo. You solved his problem, and he repaid you with these herbs."
"More or less."
Bibi Dong crossed her legs, her arms folded, accentuating her figure.
"As the Pope, I'm the last to know about this? That doesn't seem right, does it, Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng clenched his fist slightly:
"There are only two immortal herbs left. Even if we told you, it wouldn't be of much use.
Moreover, we've already entrusted you with overseeing the collection of whale glue.
Once its effects are made public, your prestige will undoubtedly rise again."
Bibi Dong exhaled lazily, leaning back in her chair. Her purple dress highlighted her graceful figure:
"But I'm not the sole authority over that. The fame and benefits will still be shared with you."
Qian Renxue's frown deepened:
"Don't push it. Just say what you want."
Bibi Dong smirked, her gaze fixed on Lin Feng:
"I want one of the immortal herbs. Give it to me, and I'll be satisfied."
"You..."
Lin Feng placed a hand on Qian Renxue's shoulder, signaling her to calm down:
"Fine. But you'll have to make a bet with me."
Bibi Dong was taken aback. She hadn't expected Lin Feng to agree so easily. Her curiosity piqued, she asked:
"What kind of bet?"
"I bet that, apart from the soul vein, I can create a new method in the field of martial souls."
What Lin Feng didn't realize was that Bibi Dong already deeply believed in his theoretical abilities.
Her obsession with Yu Xiaogang had turned into a desire to kill him.
Bibi Dong's heart raced with excitement, but she kept her expression neutral:
"Oh? Your soul vein method isn't even fully developed yet, and you already want to create a new method?
Even the so-called 'Master' of the soul master world couldn't achieve such a feat."
Lin Feng sneered:
"Pope, I'd rather not hear you mention that trash in front of me again. Comparing me to him is an insult."
Bibi Dong's heart beat faster as she watched Lin Feng's angry expression. The thrill of this act was intoxicating.
She played along, her face darkening:
"Very well, Scholar Lin Feng. What's the wager, and what's the time limit?"
"The wager is your partial authority over the Knight Order and my remaining immortal herb.
The time limit is ten years."
Bibi Dong pretended to be furious, her expression shifting before she finally sighed:
"Fine, I accept. But the authority over the Knight Order can only be given to you."
Lin Feng thought for a moment and nodded.
Both Lin Feng and Bibi Dong thought to themselves:
"This bet is mine to win."