Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

Bibi Dong gently nodded, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.

She relaxed her posture like a lazy kitten, resting her head on her jade-like hand.

Her eyelids squinted into narrow slits, hiding the dangerous glint in her eyes from Lin Feng.

"Xiaofeng, since you've returned this time, why not stay?

Nana needs your guidance in martial soul knowledge.

You've traveled for so long—is there any place you haven't been to yet?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Indeed, they had essentially visited all the places on the continent that were accessible.

What remained required a further increase in strength before taking any further action.

Moreover, though Lin Feng wasn't keen to admit it, the truth was… he still hadn't prepared a proper gift for the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena. He couldn't just deal with it half-heartedly; his new theoretical results needed to be meaningful.

For someone like Gu Yuena, anything he presented had to hold value for both soul beasts and humans alike.

Otherwise, he could've just told her about the concept of soul cores. That alone would have been a dimensional advantage in the Douluo Dalu I era.

"Your Holiness is right. We'll probably be staying in Spirit City for a while. I need to refine and improve my theoretical framework."

At this point, Lin Feng seemed to suddenly recall something. He tentatively asked:

"Your Holiness, how much whale glue have we collected so far?"

Bibi Dong smiled:

"Whale glue is something that can only be found near the East Sea shores, and only becomes effective after a thousand years. It's extremely rare—how much do you think we could possibly gather?

But—"

The corners of her lips curled slightly:

"It's enough for all the outstanding talents of this generation in Spirit Hall to reach a thousand-year soul ring as their second ring.

There's no more supply from the East Sea. There weren't many whale-type soul beasts to begin with.

Because of the concentrated harvesting earlier, they seem to have stopped approaching the shore entirely."

Lin Feng's expression changed slightly, and he unconsciously tapped the table:

"The soul masters we sent to the East Sea shore—did they conduct large-scale hunting?"

Bibi Dong paused, then shook her head:

"You're overthinking it. Sea soul beasts aren't something we can hunt at will.

Especially whales—they're rulers of the ocean. They wouldn't expose themselves so easily, nor are they easy to kill.

We've already tried our best to select only those nearing death.

There's no need to worry too much."

Only then did Lin Feng nod. That made sense. If whale glue's use were well-known, and it could be collected casually like stockpiling for the apocalypse, it would be too absurd.

Still, despite Bibi Dong's modest tone, Lin Feng was sure that Spirit Hall had stockpiled a considerable amount.

Enough, likely, to benefit several generations.

"Then, Your Holiness, since the matter with Tang Hao is settled, may I take my leave?"

Lin Feng gestured in the direction of the small cabin at the foot of the mountain.

Bibi Dong was momentarily stunned.

Lowering her gaze, she sighed softly in her heart.

"What, you only want to talk business with me? In such a hurry to leave?"

Lin Feng scratched his head. Honestly, he didn't have much to talk about with Bibi Dong outside of official matters.

What else could they chat about? How to become the perfect secret chamber-level Douluo?

Shaking his head, he stood up and gave a respectful bow.

"Your Holiness, I'm not very good with words.

If you're interested, you're always welcome to drop by the cabin during your leisure time. We can chat about other things."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, a bit irritable. She dropped her snowy white leg back beneath her pope's robe, concealing it once more.

"Forget it, forget it. Go ahead. For tonight's banquet, save me two seats. I'll bring Nana along. She's never tasted your cooking."

Lin Feng smiled gently:

"Of course. Nana is half my disciple now. It's only right that I take good care of her.

Then, with your permission, I'll take my leave?"

Bibi Dong gave a soft "mm," her eyes watching Lin Feng's casual departure, her lips gently pursed.

Suddenly, she realized that having Hu Liena act as Lin Feng's half-disciple was a wise move.

Someone like Lin Feng was bound to care deeply for those close to him. With Hu Liena as a buffer, everything she did would seem completely normal.

After all, she was Hu Liena's teacher, wasn't she?

That would technically make her and Lin Feng… the same generation?

Heh~

Bibi Dong covered her lips, hiding a faint smile.

The Aromatic Silk Beauty once again appeared in her hand.

Ever since she held Lin Feng's hand earlier, the subtle mental suggestion in her mind had grown stronger.

After advancing to Titled Douluo, Bibi Dong had started to closely examine her state of mind.

Rakshasa God!

That despicable being—not only did he suppress her power and corrode her with Rakshasa divine force, he even implanted suggestions into her psyche.

All those things in the past… they must've been your doing. Don't let me get the chance to turn the tables!

A bee flew in from who knew where, attempting to land on the Aromatic Silk Beauty Immortal Herb.

"The flower is in full bloom… even bees are drawn to it."

A cold light flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes.

The bee's body was instantly severed, falling to the ground and turning to ash in a flash.

"My possessions… even seeing them is already the greatest grace I can offer. Don't overstep!"

Bee: You're so aloof. You win.

Bibi Dong took in the flower's fragrance again.

As if recalling the day she received it from Lin Feng.

That day, the so-called wager had turned into a meaningless scrap of paper.

She had admitted defeat early, handed over the Knight Order's authority to Lin Feng—

And casually granted him the title of Holy Son as well.

Everything was progressing in the right direction.

"I still need… a turning point."

She put away the immortal flower, murmuring softly.

"You're back?"

Qian Renxue asked, surprised.

It hadn't been that long. She and Ling Yuan had probably worried for nothing.

Ling Yuan nodded slowly, easing her wariness toward Bibi Dong a little more.

She and Qian Renxue had just entered the cabin, and Lin Feng returned almost immediately.

Which meant Bibi Dong really hadn't kept him for anything important—just casual chatter.

"Have you decided how to announce Tang Hao's capture?"

"Unless something changes, he'll be charged with multiple crimes in public. Then the sentence will be passed."

Qian Renxue sneered:

"Charges can be real, fake, or mostly real with a few exaggerations. Turning the public against someone is simple."

Lin Feng nodded.

He had no issue with this kind of political tactic—it was standard practice.

Smearing an enemy was just another way of elevating yourself.

A balanced equation could instantly become lethal.

Besides, he wasn't some naive goody-two-shoes. If he had to hold himself to Qian Daoliu's standards, he'd probably lose his mind.

"Tonight, two more people are joining us."

Qian Renxue blinked, confused:

"Who?"

"Her Holiness the Pope… and Nana."

"Ohhh—"

Qian Renxue drew out her voice dramatically:

"So eager to be Nana's teacher already? I bet you're even going to cook yourself."

Lin Feng chuckled, pulling her slender waist into his embrace and teasing:

"Jealous again? Should I just start calling you my little vinegar jar?"

Qian Renxue didn't resist. Instead, she leaned even closer to him:

"I'm not…"

Bibi Dong had achieved exactly what she wanted—Hu Liena had successfully drawn Qian Renxue's attention away.