Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 382 Tenderness, Soul Power

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Inside Bibi Dong's bedchamber, the heavy curtains filtered out the morning sunlight, making it appear dim.

The air was still filled with the lingering fragrance of last night, as well as Bibi Dong's unique, cool body scent.

"Um……"

As a cool morning breeze brushed against her bare shoulders, Bibi Dong's long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened them.

When he first opened his purple eyes, there was a hint of haziness that was barely perceptible, but it was quickly replaced by the majesty and composure that belonged to His Holiness the Pope.

Bibi Dong turned her head slightly, her gaze falling to her side.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng's handsome profile was right in front of him, his breathing even, his expression one of satisfaction and languor.

His strong arms were still domineeringly positioned across her soft, slender waist, heavy with weight.

"Hey……"

Bibi Dong sighed softly and shook her head.

"Its daybreak."

Soon, she gently shook Dai Chengfeng awake, "You should leave."

Dai Chengfeng had just woken up, his eyes still sleepy. When he heard Bibi Dong's words, he made a low "hmm" sound and nodded to indicate that he had heard, but his body did not move at all.

Instead, he exerted a little force with his arm, making Bibi Dong press even closer to him.

His slightly cool, thin lips, with a hint of greed, gently pressed against Bibi Dong's fair and slender neck, pecking and kissing along its graceful curve.

Her breath was hot, and the ticklish sensation from her kisses, mixed with the warmth of her touch, sent a jolt through Bibi Dong's body, making her feel slightly weak.

"Hmm~"

Bibi Dong subconsciously let out a soft hum, but quickly came to her senses, "Dai Chengfeng! Stop fooling around~"

Bibi Dong rebuked Dai Chengfeng, but her voice trembled slightly.

As she spoke, she raised her hand, but instead of pushing Dai Chengfeng away, her fingertips unconsciously ran through Dai Chengfeng's thick hair.

"teacher……"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, lingering his lips and teeth, carefully savoring Bibi Dong's sweetness.

The intimacy lasted for a long time, until the sun finally rose and its rays pierced through the clouds.

"……enough."

Bibi Dong finally spoke again, her voice a few decibels deeper than before, carrying a hint of genuine seriousness, "Get out of here."

"If you don't leave now, your teacher will get angry."

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng looked at the serious-looking Bibi Dong and realized that this was not an exaggeration.

The Pope's authority cannot be taken lightly. If anyone were to notice him lingering in her bedchamber in the early morning, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Tsk..."

Dai Chengfeng finally stopped moving and looked up, somewhat reluctantly.

Satisfied eyes met those deep, cold purple pupils. "Understood, teacher."

Dai Chengfeng responded lazily, propping himself up, his bare, muscular body casting a smooth silhouette in the morning light.

He casually picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, his languid and satisfied demeanor undiminished, as if he were simply strolling in his own yard.

“In the evening,” Dai Chengfeng said slowly as he dressed, turning back to look at himself. A clear smile played on his lips, and his eyes were bold and intense.

"I...I'll come back to see you again, teacher!"

Bibi Dong lay on her side, the brocade quilt barely covering her alluringly perfect curves.

She didn't answer Dai Chengfeng's words, but just stared at him coldly, as if warning him not to push his luck!

"This arrogant and yandere Pope..."

Dai Chengfeng chuckled inwardly, shook his head, and turned to leave. The door to the bedchamber closed gently, shutting out Dai Chengfeng's figure.

The footsteps faded completely at the end of the corridor, until only Bibi Dong's soft breathing remained in the bedchamber.

At this moment, Bibi Dong slowly sat up, the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing her breathtakingly fair skin and perfect curves.

Barefoot, she walked step by step across the cool, smooth stone surface to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, Wuhun City gradually awakens in the morning light, its vast palace complex standing side by side, proclaiming its supreme authority.

Her gaze, however, was uncontrollably drawn to the corner of the corridor where the figure had disappeared.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window, ruffling her long, flowing hair, with a few strands of purple hair clinging to her slightly tired yet content and perfect face.

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And now, on the other side.

After carefully leaving Bibi Dong's palace, Dai Chengfeng returned to his own independent courtyard in the Spirit Hall.

He entered the room, closed the door behind him, leaned against the cold door panel, and let out a long, silent sigh.

The confidence and languor he had shown in front of Bibi Dong just now receded like the tide, and a subtle seriousness appeared between his brows.

He walked to the center of the room, but instead of resting, he closed his eyes and concentrated.

A moment later, golden soul power flowed and gathered from his body, eventually converging in his palm.

hum-

A ring of pale golden soul power appeared above his outstretched palm, flickering like flames, radiating vitality and astonishing sharpness, far exceeding the limits that ordinary peak Soul Masters could reach.

"call……"

Dai Chengfeng opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing across them.

He quietly watched the soul power pulsating in his palm, which seemed almost tangible, a hint of realization and satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"As expected of an innate skill that can operate on its own, even though the cultivation of an ultimate martial soul is slow in the middle stage, my senses just now were correct..."

"The sheer power of her soul... she should be able to break through to level 50 in the next few days."

"Breaking through level 50! This means I can start preparing to acquire my fifth spirit ring!"

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head, lost in thought.

Every spirit ring is crucial to Dai Chengfeng, not only because it represents another leap in strength, but also because it forms the most solid foundation for his future ability to become a god and surpass the gods.

"However, there's no need to go out of your way to find this fifth spirit ring..."

Dai Chengfeng had already planned the source of his fifth spirit ring.

For a moment, his gaze involuntarily turned to the large, comfortable bed in the room.

In one corner of the bed, a fluffy golden "ball" was curled up, its small body rising and falling with its even breathing, sleeping soundly and deeply.

It is the soul beast form of the auspicious beast Three-Eyed Golden Lion, and also—Qiu'er.

As Dai Chengfeng pondered this, he slowly walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed with extremely light movements.

His gaze fell on Qiu'er, whose pure, flawless golden fur shimmered with a sacred and warm glow in the morning light.

"The target is right in front of us, so suitable, so perfect..."

"Moreover, I have successfully refined the Soul Shaping Pill, and it is now quietly lying in my storage space."

Dai Chengfeng's plan was very clear: to make Qiu'er take the Soul Shaping Pill, and then have her willingly sacrifice herself to become his fifth soul ring.

At that time, with the extraordinary effects of the Innate Skill and the soul-protecting power of the Soul-Shaping Pill, Dai Chengfeng will not only be able to maximize the quality of the fifth soul ring, but also completely ensure that Qiu'er's original consciousness will not perish, leaving hope for reshaping her body in the future.

Or perhaps, Qiu'er could become a god or a saint along with him!

Break free from the fate of soul beasts who cannot become gods!

(End of this chapter)