(NSFW Warning: Explicit content is present somewhere in the middle of this chapter!)
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"Feng'er!!!"
At the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, Zhongli Wu's low roar unleashed waves of sinister wind that instantly swept through the entire underground space. Several Holy Spirit Cult members collapsed to their knees, their bodies trembling like chaff in a sieve.
Evil Phoenix Douluo Feng Ling had not returned for several days. Growing suspicious, Zhongli Wu had dispatched a team of Evil Spirit Masters to investigate the Valley of Life. In the end, they discovered the lingering holy aura of the Seraphim on the valley's outskirts.
Everyone in the Holy Spirit Cult knew what that meant. The Seraphim's strength was matched only by his ruthlessness; he never spared Evil Spirit Masters even a shred of mercy. Feng Ling had clearly met disaster.
Zhongli Wu's oppressive might erupted uncontrolled, his pupils shot through with bloodshot veins. Though Feng Ling had not been pure, she had been his exquisite pleasure, a silken delight warming his bed. He had always cherished her greatly.
The hatred for a slain wife demanded vengeance!
How could these Evil Spirit Emperors and Evil Spirit Saints withstand the immense pressure of a Rank 98 Titled Douluo? Their faces twisted in agony as their bones began to groan with pain. They cast desperate, pleading gazes toward the Elders and Worships flanking Zhongli Wu, especially toward one sinisterly charming figure: Death Abyss Douluo, a recent favorite in the Cult Leader's inner circle.
"The Deputy Leader has sacrificed herself for the Holy Cult. Please accept our condolences, Cult Leader."
Ling Bai's Spider Emperor Clone displayed perfect acting skills, showing just the right measure of sorrow as he gently consoled Zhongli Wu. Anyway, you won't be able to escape either, he thought to himself.
Zhongli Wu took a deep breath, and as if gathering all his fury and grief, he once again became the commanding Holy Spirit Cult Leader. He looked at Ling Bai with burning eyes:
"Death Abyss, Feng'er has fallen with hatred in her heart, but the great cause of the Holy Cult cannot stagnate.
From today onward, you shall inherit her position as Deputy Leader."
What, I'm the Deputy Leader now?!
Ling Bai coughed lightly and clasped his fists in salute. "I've been in the cult for less than a year. My qualifications are shallow, and I cannot bear such a heavy responsibility. I hope the Cult Leader will choose another worthy candidate."
Zhongli Wu frowned, displeasure darkening his features. "The Spirit Master world respects strength. You are young and promising, the continent's one and only ultimate attribute Evil Spirit Master!
With great power comes great responsibility. Death Abyss, do not shirk your duty!"
"This…"
Ling Bai feigned internal conflict. Evil Phoenix Douluo had just kicked the bucket, and here he stood, poised to ascend happily to her position. Anyone with a shred of intelligence or emotional awareness wouldn't make such a foolish move. At the very least, he had to go through the motions of 'declining thrice' before accepting.
Nangong Wan's eyes rolled craftily as he glanced left and right. He secretly tugged at Netherworld Douluo and Dark Lightning Douluo beside him, shooting them a meaningful look. The trio stepped forward in unison and proclaimed loudly:
"Your subordinates pay their respects to Deputy Leader Death Abyss!"
After Feng Ling's death, a Super Evil Douluo would certainly claim the Deputy Leader position. Nangong Wan decisively rode the current, not only following the Cult Leader's will but also currying favor with Death Abyss Douluo for the future. Two birds with one stone!
"We pay our respects to Deputy Leader Death Abyss!"
Zhongli Wu had made his intentions clear, and the other Evil Douluo had no desire to oppose him. Moreover, Death Abyss Douluo's combat strength was genuinely second only to the Cult Leader himself, making his promotion perfectly justified.
"Everyone… you've really put me in a difficult position!"
Ling Bai smiled bitterly but no longer declined. "Since you all think so highly of me, I'll shamelessly serve as the cult's temporary Deputy Leader.
If the Holy Emperor's spirit watches over us and blesses Evil Phoenix Douluo with a safe return, I absolutely cannot continue in this role. When that time comes, I will certainly return this position and retreat to my post as a Holy Cult Worship."
Zhongli Wu finally managed a smile now that Ling Bai had accepted the responsibility. "Blue Silver Saintess, Yan Feng, you two come forward."
Two figures approached. The Blue Silver Saintess was naturally Tang Ya, while the other was a handsome young man radiating a cold, sinister aura.
Zhongli Wu sighed. "You've met the Blue Silver Saintess before, so I won't waste words introducing her again.
Yan Feng is my direct disciple. His Martial Spirit is Bone Dragon. Different from your death attribute Bone Dragon, his possesses dual evil and ice attributes. I have important matters demanding my attention and cannot spare time to guide their cultivation.
Death Abyss, these two are the pillars of the Holy Cult's younger generation. I entrust them to you."
"Cult Leader, you may go with peace of mind. I will train them well."
"I trust in your abilities."
Zhongli Wu patted Ling Bai's shoulder encouragingly, then soared upward and departed. Immediately, the Evil Spirit Masters swarmed forward to congratulate Death Abyss Douluo, this temporary wielder of power in the Holy Spirit Cult.
Yan Feng clenched his fists tightly, gazing at Ling Bai with burning expectation as the crowd surrounded him. Death Abyss Douluo's fearsome reputation preceded him. As fellow Bone Dragon Spirit Masters, Yan Feng revered him more than anyone else in the Holy Spirit Cult. He dreamed of one day reaching the pinnacle and sweeping across the continent just like him.
Yan Feng made up his mind: he would throw a tantrum and roll on the ground if necessary to inherit Death Abyss Douluo's abilities!
Tang Ya glanced at the fired-up Yan Feng and curled her lips in contempt. Apart from Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, she only held a slightly favorable impression of Death Abyss Douluo.
It wasn't that Death Abyss Douluo possessed irresistible charm; it was purely relative. Among a pile of grotesque, sinister Evil Spirit Masters, he seemed not too bad by comparison.
Zhongli Wu burst from the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters and gazed from high in the sky at Mingdu's distant silhouette. He declared fiercely:
"Seraphim, this seat swears in the name of the Holy Spirit Cult Leader—if I don't kill you, I am not human!
Uncle Long, help me!"
…
Time flowed by. One year later.
Linglong Pavilion, Ye Guyi's room.
Ling Bai and Ye Guyi sat cross-legged on the bed with their four palms pressed together. Powerful golden energy circulated continuously between them, creating ripples of golden light that bathed the entire room in shimmering radiance.
As the golden light gradually subsided, they opened their golden eyes simultaneously. Ye Guyi's pretty face flushed with excitement as she exclaimed, "Dual cultivation with you is so effective! I'm already at Rank 68!"
"Dual cultivation is one thing, what we're doing is cultivating together," Ling Bai corrected with a light laugh.
During this time, he had been cultivating alongside Ye Guyi. In the presence of a superior Martial Spirit of the same type, an inferior one's cultivation speed increased dramatically. Ever since the Holy Angel gained the Seraphim's companionship, Ye Guyi's spirit power had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Simultaneously, Ling Bai had been secretly selling out numerous Holy Spirit Cult hideouts. The moment he revealed their locations to Ye Guyi, this Miss Holy Angel with her overflowing sense of justice would grab her sword and charge in. With the Seraphim's support and the thrill of killing Evil Spirit Masters, it had been the most satisfying year for her since her Martial Spirit awakened.
Ye Guyi jumped off the bed without any inhibition and stretched satisfyingly. Sunlight filtered through the window lattice, penetrating her thin white shirt to outline the perfect curves beneath. A strand of golden hair drifted by, playfully brushing against Ling Bai's nose and leaving behind a pleasant, fresh scent.
In Ye Guyi's heart, the Seraphim and Holy Angel shared the same bloodline. They were the closest partners and family in the world, so nothing warranted shyness between them.
"Any news about Evil Spirit Masters today?" she asked.
"None."
"Aw~ so I can't deliver justice today…"
Deep regret flashed through Ye Guyi's eyes. "I really want to achieve my Martial Spirit Avatar. Can't another Evil Douluo just fall from the sky!"
"So greedy?"
Ling Bai could not help but laugh. Zhongli Wu had been gone for a year now. During this time, Death Abyss Douluo had controlled the Holy Spirit Cult, but he had not done anything too excessive.
He had only exposed the locations of a few branch cults and, when Blood Demon Douluo ventured out alone, had his main body seriously injure him before tossing him onto Ye Guyi's path of justice, like feeding a treat to the Holy Angel.
After all, it was his term in office with many eyes watching. Better to let the water flow slowly.
Moreover, accelerating Ye Guyi's breakthrough to Rank 70 meant taking her to Jialing City sooner to meet Bibi Dong.
Once the Rakshasa God Position was secured, both Ling Bai and the Snow Empress could rest easy.
"Guyi, when you break through to Rank 70, I'll take you somewhere," Ling Bai began laying the groundwork.
"Okay!"
Ye Guyi agreed without a second thought. They were both descendants of angels; Ling Bai definitely wouldn't sell her out.
"Alright, then I'm leaving."
There was no rush; he would slowly reveal Bibi Dong's identity to her later. Ling Bai pushed open the door and returned to his own room.
The moment he entered, he spotted a conspicuous bulge shifting beneath the quilt. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips as he aimed a firm slap at the rounded mound.
SMACK!
"You bastard!"
The crisp sound echoed through the room, followed immediately by a woman's pained curse. A fiery-red head emerged from under the covers. Wu Feng threw off the quilt, her hands flying to cover her reddened rear as she glared at Ling Bai, her willow-like eyebrows raised in fury.
"Miss me?"
Ling Bai pulled her into his arms, leaning close to her delicate earlobe and breathing softly against it. The earlobe was one of Wu Feng's most sensitive spots; she instantly went limp, her anger evaporating completely. Yet, stubborn pride made her protest:
"Don't flatter yourself. I was planning on wearing something sexy today, but now I've lost interest. Let go—I'm heading back to the Sun Moon Imperial Academy to see Ning Tian."
"You're already here. Keep me company for a while."
Ling Bai understood Wu Feng's habit of saying one thing while meaning another down to his very core. He held the Red Dragon girl's fiery body tighter, his touch making every inch of her pale skin flush with a warm, ambiguous blush.
Wu Feng huffed in defiant protest, but truth be told, she had missed him desperately. After a few token struggles, she relented and let him have his way.
"Hey, when are you and Ning Tian going to take that final step?"
"Anxious, are we?"
"Spirit Masters of our age in the clan already have children who can run!"
Ling Bai gave her a light slap on the rear and pressed, "Tell me the truth."
"I want one of you on each arm."
Ling Bai was stunned. This girl's train of thought was so off the rails. And yet, on second thought, it seemed to follow its own logic.
"I haven't even thought about it, and you're already there?"
"That's the dream!"
Wu Feng's eyes grew hazy. The mere thought of holding Ning Tian's hand on her left while being pressed against Ling Bai on her right made a liquid heat pool deep within her.
Their clothes soon disappeared in a flurry of eager hands. With an eager cry, Wu Feng straddled his lap, sinking down onto him with a satisfied moan that he promptly swallowed with a deep kiss. She rode him with increasing fervor, her full breasts bouncing hypnotically as he gripped her hips and guided her rhythm with his hands.
"Take what you need," Ling Bai encouraged as he slid one hand up to tease a peaked nipple.
"Yesss—!" Wu Feng's back arched violently as the first climax ripped through her, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around his length. SCHLORP! Ling Bai flipped her onto her back without breaking their connection. He drove into her with deep, measured thrusts that punched breathless whimpers from her throat. Her nails scored his shoulders, her legs locking around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper. "More! Bastard, don't stop! Harder!"
He complied, thrusting into her slick heat, changing their position again and again until her cries turned shrill and frail. She came a second time with a sob, then a third, her body convulsing beneath him like a live wire.
They lay gasping in a tangle of limbs, the air thick with the scent of their passion. But it wasn't over. Wu Feng's hand was already sliding down his sweat-slicked abdomen, her fingers wrapping around him with determined pressure. She stroked him slowly and firmly, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as he hardened once more in her grip.
Two hours later, Wu Feng propped up her thoroughly sated yet sore body. Ling Bai helped brush her long, damp hair back from her face:
"Speaking of which, your cultivation is advancing quite quickly. Ning Tian is Rank 55, and you're already Rank 58."
"That just proves I'm a genius!"
"Or is it because I've been working myself to the bone for you?"
"Clearly, I'm the one working harder!"
Indignation sharpened Wu Feng's voice. To prove her point, she dipped her head back between his thighs. Her lush lips sealed around him with renewed, skillful focus. SCHLORP! She took him deep, her throat fluttering in a tight, practiced swallow as her head bobbed with a relentless rhythm. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive crown with sinful precision before she plunged down again, hollowing her cheeks to create a desperate, wet heat.
GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK…
Ling Bai's fingers fisted in her fiery hair, not to guide her, but to anchor himself as she drove him relentlessly toward the edge. His hips jerked upward involuntarily, and a low groan tore from his throat as pleasure coiled impossibly tight. He came with a shuddering gasp, his release pulsing hot and thick down her willing throat.
GRMMPH! Wu Feng held him deep inside, swallowing convulsively and milking him of every last drop before slowly, agonizingly, drawing back. The tip of her pink tongue emerged to trace a lingering path along his length, cleaning him with a final, soft kiss that sealed her work.
"Done!"
Having completed her task, Wu Feng collapsed exhaustedly back onto the bed, presenting her snow-white back to Ling Bai in a clear 'hurry up and leave, don't bother this old lady' manner.
Ling Bai pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, then headed for the ninth floor of Linglong Pavilion.
Ning Fengyu was lounging on a sofa with her feet up while the Dragonwoman attentively massaged her. The Golden Tortoise sat beside her, its dark-gold shell laden with various fruits, drinks, and snacks. Person and tortoise were engaged in a friendly exchange.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Xiao Yu's turtley!"
"No, you're a puppy."
"Woof, woof, woof!"
"And does the little puppy want to stay in the human world forever?"
"Yes!"
"Then that Spirit Tide Sea Turtle…"
"Don't know her! Never met her! Xiao Yu, you have to believe me, I'm still a virgin turtle!"
Poor Golden Tortoise, completely at the mercy of a human woman's whims.
Ling Bai entered with an odd expression on his face. The moment it spotted him, the Golden Tortoise's little eyes lit up. It scrambled over on all fours, begging:
"Ling Bai, Ling Bai, help me become human! I want to be with Xiao Yu!"
"Go play somewhere else!"
Kicking the Golden Tortoise away, Ling Bai pointed with his 'Great Desolate Imprisoning Heavenly Finger', signaling the Dragonwoman to take the creature outside so he could chat privately with Ning Fengyu.
He sat down beside her and said helplessly, "Is it just my imagination, Your Majesty Azure Emperor, or have you become even more of a slacker since breaking through to Titled Douluo?"
"I've enjoyed a life of leisure. What's wrong with enjoying it for a few more years?"
Ning Fengyu responded righteously. "Besides, this Azure Emperor Douluo is Rank 93. I'm not slacking at all!"
"Two and a half of those three ranks came from the Blue Silver Emperor's 190,000-year spirit ring and spirit bone."
Sherlock Bai exposed the truth in a single sentence.
Ning Fengyu looked up at the ceiling and whistled. She was used to working in fits and starts and was in no hurry to change her habits.
Ling Bai recalled her exchange with the Golden Tortoise and advised, "Ten thousand years of fortune is more than enough to stabilize a clan. There's no need to tie down the Golden Tortoise. It's just an ordinary auspicious beast. If it were an Emperor Destiny Beast, that would be a different story."
"I know, I know. I just think you're too lenient!"
Ning Fengyu rolled her eyes at him. "Counting the days, you and your team will be heading back to Shrek Academy in ten more days. I'll actually miss you a bit. For the past two years, you've helped me solve some truly troublesome problems in Mingdu, saving me a lot of grief."
"The Continental Elite Spirit Master Academy Tournament is in three months. We'll see each other again then."
"Hmm, that's true. Oh, right, Big Sis sent a letter this morning. She's calling me back to the clan and wants me to bring some Spirit Guidance Devices from the Illustrious Virtue Hall. I can tolerate her specifically demanding Class 8 devices!"
Ning Fengyu paused, angrily punching a cushion. "But the point is, she never gives me any money!"
"Then ask her for payment," Ling Bai suggested, clearly enjoying the drama and not minding stirring the pot.
"I don't dare!"
Ning Fengyu said pitifully. "That's my hard-earned money! Xiao Bai, you have to get it back for me!"
"You don't dare, so you think I would?" Ling Bai asked back seriously.
"Alas! This seat, a generational Azure Emperor Douluo, is actually suppressed by a mere Spirit Saint! When will a younger sister finally be able to stand up for herself!"
Ning Fengyu threw a few punches with 'hey' and 'ha' sounds, as if her sister Ning Fengya were standing right in front of her.
"Alright, alright. When are you leaving?" Ling Bai asked with a smile.
"Tomorrow morning. Are you going to see me off?"
"Er, you're overthinking things."
Ling Bai shook his head like a rattle drum. Under her aggrieved, resentful gaze, he finally said, "When you get back, help me pass along a message. It'll keep the old man from sitting idle at home after his breakthrough. Tell him to come out and get some exercise."
"What message?"
Ling Bai smiled slightly, but Ning Fengyu felt this smile was thoroughly wicked.
"It's very simple. Just three words.
'Teacher, save me.'"