How to deal with Bibi Dong was a question worth pondering.
Based on Tang Yin's understanding of Bibi Dong's temperament, if she woke up and recalled what he had done to her last night, she would undoubtedly try to kill him on sight.
Facing her now was clearly not an option.
Unless…
Tang Yin recalled the Dream Link ability rewarded by the Green Light System. Glancing at the unconscious Bibi Dong before him, he made a decision.
After their intimate encounter, their bodies had shared the deepest connection. Once back at the Tian Dou Royal Academy, he would use the Dream Link to enter her dreams.
For the first three entries into her dreams, he would be invincible. He could freely dominate her in the dreamscape, stir-frying her ruthlessly to brand himself irrevocably into her psyche.
"We should leave now to hunt for suitable soul rings," Tang Yin declared to the three women.
"What about Bibi Dong? Leave her here?" Ah Yin glanced at the sleeping Bibi Dong. Since she'd been intimate with Tang Yin, abandoning her felt callous.
Tang Yin summoned green light, manipulating nearby Blue Silver Grass and plants to transform into controlled soul beasts guarding Bibi Dong.
He left her a white cloth strip inscribed with words—stained with her virgin blood.
After healing her injuries to ensure she'd awaken soon, he departed with Liu Erlong, Ah Yin, and Zhu Zhuqing to continue their hunt.
Not long after their departure, Bibi Dong awoke.
"Hmm… What happened? My body aches… It hurts down there… Was I pierced by something?"
Dazed, she first felt overwhelming soreness and a burning pain between her legs, as if relentlessly pounded.
Her foggy mind slowly cleared, and memories of last night flooded back—memories of being stir-fried relentlessly by Tang Yin, waves of pleasure drowning her until she passed out.
Bibi Dong's flushed face paled, then flushed crimson with rage.
Crack!
Her fists clenched so tightly her molars nearly shattered.
"Bastard!"
"If I ever discover who you are… I'll make you beg for death."
Due to Tang Yin's abilities, Bibi Dong knew she'd been ravaged by a man but couldn't recall his identity.
Yet another figure surfaced in her mind: a voluptuous woman in black. Bibi Dong would recognize her instantly if they crossed paths—and through her, find the man who'd violated her.
Forcing calm, Bibi Dong tried to rise, but searing pain below reignited her fury.
The man had mocked her as he hammered into her, taunting her despite her status as the Pope of the Martial Soul Hall.
Each memory drove her toward madness.
"Recover first. Find Na Na and the others. Revenge comes later."
Bibi Dong wasn't some naive girl shattered by violation. She would grow stronger, hunt down the man, and break him.
As she sat meditating to heal, she spotted the white cloth.
A virgin's bloodstain bloomed on it, alongside handwritten words:
Your body was exquisite, Pope. I'll return to make you scream again.
P.S.: I pumped you full of my seed last night. Pray you don't carry my child—the thought of you round with my baby would only make me crave you more.
Don't waste effort seeking me. I'll come for you when I wish, and you'll take every inch of me until you faint.
—The man who fucked you senseless.
Bibi Dong's eyes burned with hellfire. She yearned to tear the writer limb from limb.
"Calm. Stay calm!"
She steadied her breathing, vowing to repay this humiliation a thousandfold.
Her chest ached—whether from Tang Yin's rough handling or rage, she couldn't tell.
After restoring half her soul power, she stormed off to find her disciple, Hu Lie Na.
The cloth, however, stayed tucked away—a trophy for the day she'd shove it down the bastard's throat.
Meanwhile, Tang Yin sensed Bibi Dong's awakening through the Blue Silver Grass and withdrew his surveillance.
Her fury was expected.
"Tang Yin! A 90,000-year-old sub-dragon soul beast lies ahead—perfect for Erlong's eighth ring," Ah Yin reported.
"Good. Kill it swiftly," Tang Yin ordered.
The group marched toward a volcanic valley, where a crimson-winged Fire Rock Wyvern perched, spewing flames as it devoured scorched stone.
"Erlong, your luck holds," Tang Yin remarked coldly.
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