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

Chapter 561 Dong'er Takes Bibi Dong on a Trip

"As for your stunningly beautiful face, the one that attracts attention wherever you go..."

He drew out his words, his fingertips tracing suggestively along her delicate cheek. "Simple, just dress up a bit, change your appearance slightly, and that'll be fine, right?"

"I guarantee no one will recognize you!"

"Let's consider it... an incognito visit to observe the people's conditions?"

This suggestion made Bibi Dong's heart skip a beat.

To shed the identity of the Pope and walk in the sunlight like an ordinary person... This thought is like forbidden fruit, full of danger and temptation.

She couldn't remember the last time she walked through the streets without any burden, simply for pleasure.

Over the years, she has either been in the heavily guarded Papal Palace or traveling around scheming, walking a tightrope of power and struggle with every step she takes.

Deep in her heart, the longing for ordinary warmth that Dai Chengfeng had stirred within her began to quietly sprout.

She was indeed exhausted, not physically, but from the accumulated pressure deep within her soul.

Perhaps... perhaps I really can indulge myself just this once?
But the thought was quickly suppressed by a deep-rooted sense of responsibility and long-standing caution.

She shook her head, her tone becoming firm again, even tinged with a hint of self-mockery:
"It's getting more and more outlandish."

"Although there aren't many people in Wuhun City who recognize my face, there are certainly some."

"If it is discovered that the Pope is so frivolous, what will become of my authority? What will become of the Spirit Hall's reputation?"

The more she talked, the more absurd she felt the whole thing was. She turned around and pretended to get out of bed. "Stop talking nonsense and help me get dressed."

However, Dai Chengfeng grabbed her wrist with a light but unyielding force.

He stopped laughing, his expression becoming unusually serious, even showing a hint of heartache:

"Dong'er,"

He unusually used this more intimate form of address, his voice low and gentle, "Just for one day."

"Forget about the burden on your shoulders and your identity as the 'Pope' for now."

"Just be yourself for one day, just be my Dong'er, okay?"

"I'll take care of everything. I promise you, no one will recognize you."

"Trust me this once, okay?"

Upon hearing the word "Dong'er," Bibi Dong stopped struggling and stared blankly at Dai Chengfeng.

Silence fell once again in the bedchamber, with only the sounds of each other's heartbeats and breathing audible.

Bibi Dong was torn between her inner thoughts and her own conscience.

A warning bell was ringing frantically, reminding her of the risk and impropriety of her actions.

But the tide of emotions surged and raged...

Time passes little by little.

Finally, Bibi Dong sighed almost inaudibly, a sigh filled with compromise and a hint of relief that she herself did not even realize.

She looked away, no longer meeting his gaze, her voice barely audible, carrying a deep sense of helplessness and a barely perceptible hint of expectation:

"You...you really are the nemesis in my life...Fine, I'll do as you say this time."

"But if anything goes wrong..."

"Never will!"

Dai Chengfeng pulled Bibi Dong back into his arms, kissed her forehead hard, and made a solemn promise.

"If anything goes wrong, I'll offer my head as a reward!"

"Grumpy."

Bibi Dong glared at him reproachfully, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve upwards slightly.

After agreeing, a strange, long-lost sense of lightness began to spread through her heart. Now that she had made up her mind, Dai Chengfeng immediately began to plan with great enthusiasm.

He first had Bibi Dong summon his trusted maid, and then postponed all political affairs and appointments, citing that she was feeling slightly unwell and needed to rest for a day.

The maidservant, unsuspecting, respectfully accepted the order and left.

Next comes the most important step – disguise.

Dai Chengfeng was clearly prepared; he took out several bottles and jars and some strange materials from his storage soul tool.

He had Bibi Dong sit in front of the dressing table, while he stood behind her, rubbing his hands together, ready to make a big splash.

"Close your eyes, relax, and leave it to me," Dai Chengfeng said softly, placing his hands on Bibi Dong's slightly stiff shoulders.

Looking at her own face, which was all too familiar in the mirror, Bibi Dong still felt a little uneasy.

But since things had come to this point, she could only choose to believe in this "rebellious disciple" who always managed to create miracles.

She closed her eyes as instructed, feeling the cool ointment gently applied to her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin.

Dai Chengfeng's technique was unexpectedly skillful and gentle.

His fingertips, imbued with warm soul energy, evenly applied and spread the specially made, colorless and odorless disguise ointment on her face.

Bibi Dong could feel that the ointment seemed to be slowly changing the texture and contours of her skin.

Sometimes he would gently press with his fingertips to alter the subtle lines of her cheekbones; other times he would carefully refine her eye shape and brow bone with a special tool.

Throughout the entire process, Dai Chengfeng remained exceptionally focused, his breath gently brushing against her hair.

Although Bibi Dong had her eyes closed, she could imagine his serious expression at that moment, and the unease in her heart was gradually replaced by a sense of novelty and a faint expectation.

She could even sense that he wasn't simply concealing her appearance, but rather performing some kind of subtle "reconstruction."

"Alright, you can open your eyes now, but don't look yet."

After an unknown amount of time, Dai Chengfeng's voice rang out, carrying a hint of satisfaction after completing the work.

He picked up a small mirror and used it to reflect Bibi Dong's face from the side, instead of letting her face the large bronze mirror on the dressing table directly.

"Get used to the side view first, so you don't scare yourself."

Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes and looked at the small mirror on the side.

The face reflected in the mirror was both familiar and unfamiliar.

She was still beautiful, but the striking and distinctive majesty that belonged to Pope Bibi Dong—so powerful and recognizable—had vanished.

Her eyebrows became softer, losing some of their sharpness; the corners of her eyes were cleverly modified, lengthened slightly, softening the original depth and oppressiveness of her purple eyes, adding a touch of gentleness.
The bridge of her nose doesn't seem as straight and striking as it used to be, and the lines of her cheeks are more rounded.

The bone structure of her entire face seems to have undergone subtle changes. Although her features are still beautiful, the overall appearance...

She has lost some of her noble and aloof air, but gained more of her fresh and elegant beauty, like a noble lady raised in seclusion, unaware of the ways of the world, or a quiet female soul master with low cultivation.

This is almost exactly what she looked like as a young girl!
"This……"

Bibi Dong subconsciously reached out to touch it, but was gently stopped by Dai Chengfeng.

"Don't touch it, the effects of the medicine haven't fully stabilized yet."

"How about it? Can you still recognize me?" Dai Chengfeng asked smugly.

After all, the art of makeup in his previous life was one of the four great evil arts of Asia, how could the world of Douluo Continent compare to it?
Bibi Dong looked at herself in the small mirror from left to right, and was deeply shocked.

This disguise technique is truly masterful and far from ordinary.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and experienced it firsthand, she would never have believed that the gentle, even somewhat timid woman in the mirror was herself.

"My teenage self?"

"Well, so many years have passed anyway, they probably don't remember anymore, and even if they do, they'll just think it looks similar..."

(End of this chapter)