Chapter 12: Let Him Go, Now!

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Let Him Go, Now! "Good, good, good." Bibi Dong was almost amused by Lin Feng’s audacity. As the pope, he dared to sit there so calmly and speak to her in such a manner, especially saying things she didn’t want to hear. "How dare you! Is this how you speak to the pope?!" So, she’s resorting to using her authority now that she’s been provoked, huh? Lin Feng sighed. He stood up and bowed. "It was my fault for being disrespectful. Please forgive me, Your Holiness. But I must still say, Yu Xiaogang is overrated and undeserving of his reputation." "You!" Bibi Dong forcefully suppressed her anger, her gaze fixed on Lin Feng. "Then tell me, where exactly are his theories wrong?" "First, the claim that innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of one’s martial soul. If that were true, shouldn’t every disciple of the Haotian Clan, which possesses a top-tier martial soul, have innate full soul power? Second, the theory of martial soul mimicry. He claims that plant-type martial souls can absorb animal-type soul rings, and vice versa. Soul masters have existed for millions of years. Are you telling me that early soul masters never absorbed soul rings from species that didn’t match their martial souls? Do all tool-type martial souls have corresponding tool-type soul beasts? Can hammers and sticks really become martial souls? This is common knowledge in the soul master world. It’s just that absorbing soul rings from similar species promotes better martial soul evolution and provides more compatible soul skills, which is why it’s generally preferred. This theory is like saying soul masters can farm. Sure, they can, but there’s no need. And then there’s the third point, about martial soul..." "Enough!!!" Bibi Dong roared, her beautiful face now twisted with anger. Bang! With a sudden movement, she grabbed Lin Feng by the collar, her eyes bloodshot and her breathing heavy. "Do you really think I won’t kill you?" "Cough, cough... You won’t, and you can’t. The Grand Worship has placed safeguards on me. With your current strength as a Soul Douluo, you’re far from capable of breaking them." Lin Feng, held in the air by Bibi Dong, looked at her calmly. His indifferent expression seemed to mock her. "Hmph." Bibi Dong frowned. If what Lin Feng said was true, she indeed couldn’t pose a life-threatening danger to him. The power of a Titled Douluo was on a completely different level. Seeing Bibi Dong’s uncertain expression, Lin Feng quickly offered her a way out. "Your Holiness, the Spirit Hall needs my theories. And as the pope, you need my research even more." Bibi Dong gave Lin Feng a deep look and finally set him down, taking a deep breath. "Cough." Lin Feng rubbed his slightly sore neck and exhaled in relief. It seemed the erosion of the Rakshasa God’s influence on Bibi Dong hadn’t reached a severe level yet. If it had been after more than a decade of erosion, when Yu Xiaogang had become her obsession, the outcome might have been very different. It was almost laughable. As a twin martial souls holder with innate full soul power, Bibi Dong’s path to godhood relied on the activation of negative emotions. At least, that’s what Qian Xunji had thought. By sacrificing himself, he had set the stage for two gods to rise within the Spirit Hall. Qian Xunji, the greatest mastermind behind the scenes in Douluo Dalu I, a mad genius. Lin Feng couldn’t help but wonder what kind of smile Qian Xunji had on his face when he was killed by Bibi Dong in the original story. Just thinking about it made him speechless. "You seem quite pleased with yourself?" Bibi Dong’s voice was icy, a far cry from the gentle tone she had used earlier. Lin Feng sighed inwardly. So much for the illusion being dispelled. It seemed that her dark side had not only made her stronger but also tripled her obsession. "A little." Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. "I’m only nine years old, and I’ve already achieved so much. Can’t I be a little proud?" Bibi Dong fell silent. For some reason, she always felt a sense of helplessness when facing this annoying brat. She couldn’t lay a hand on him, and worse, everything he said was true. Rubbing her temples, she finally remembered why she had come here in the first place. She sat back down at the desk and gestured for Lin Feng to take a seat as well. "You’re clever. I came here because I need your help. Add a project to your research: solving the problem of failed spirit mutations that prevent breakthroughs." Lin Feng stared at Bibi Dong for a moment before speaking calmly. "The person who knows their martial soul best is themselves. You’re asking me to solve a problem that even the so-called ’Master’ can’t figure out. There’s no theoretical basis, no research subject, and no benefit to me. I have no reason to waste my time on something so thankless." Bibi Dong felt a surge of frustration and snapped, "Then consider it a commission from me! Name your price!" "Impossible. I have more important things to do. If you’re serious, then wait. Wait until my research is fully developed." Bibi Dong snorted. "Who knows how long that will take? Even Yu Xiaogang spent over a decade to come up with his Ten Great Soul Compendiums!" Lin Feng chuckled. "Your Holiness, please stop mentioning that failure in front of me. It took him over a decade to summarize and regurgitate previous knowledge? How laughable! And don’t compare me to him. I’d consider it an insult." "How dare you!" Bibi Dong’s soul power surged, sending the desk and Lin Feng flying. Lin Feng steadied himself. "If you don’t believe me, I can write down the sources of his theories. You can verify them yourself in the library!" "Silence!" Bibi Dong’s amethyst eyes now glowed with a bloody hue, and a murderous aura began to emanate from her. A cold, evil energy filled the room in an instant. Lin Feng clenched his teeth, staring defiantly at Bibi Dong, even as his legs trembled uncontrollably. Bibi Dong was momentarily stunned. Even a trace of her Slaughter Domain’s aura should have been enough to overwhelm a spirit master of Lin Feng’s level. She slowly suppressed her anger and was about to speak when the door to the room was suddenly flung open. A golden figure rushed toward Lin Feng. Before she even arrived, her voice rang out. "Let him go, now!" Feeling the intense holy soul power approaching, Bibi Dong sneered. "So, you care about him that much? Then you can join him! Let’s see how long you two can last!" With that, Bibi Dong restrained Qian Renxue, who had just reached Lin Feng’s side. The Slaughter Domain, which had begun to fade, reappeared. Under the pressure of the killing intent and spirit power, both Lin Feng and Qian Renxue were forced to their knees almost instantly. Qian Renxue’s face was pale, but her eyes shone with an unusual light. She spoke word by word: "If you dare hurt him, I’ll have Grandpa strip you of your position as pope!" "Hahaha." Bibi Dong laughed mockingly. "You think he’d agree to that? This is what your Qian family owes me!" Qian Renxue was stunned. What did she mean? Had the Qian family wronged her in some way? Bibi Dong looked at the two of them, a malicious thought crossing her mind. You two are so close, aren’t you? Then let me drive a wedge between you!