231: Chapter 231 Bibi Dong and the Rakshasa God

Entering the room, Su Wen naturally wrapped his arm around Bibi Dong's slender waist.

Bibi Dong's delicate body stiffened for a moment before quickly relaxing. Her red lips parted slightly: "I also don't want you to undergo her God Trial; her trials are truly more than an ordinary person can bear. But now, there is no other way. Listen to her for now; whether or not to actually start the God Trial will be up to you. You can completely delay it."

Bibi Dong sat on a chair, her dress clinging tightly and shifting slightly downward.

Revealing a glimpse of those elegant collarbones and fair, fragrant shoulders.

Su Wen leaned beside her, his palm never leaving her small waist.

Smelling the faint scent of violets emanating from Bibi Dong's body, he spoke:

"Teacher, can Aunt Ye's Fire God help me out? From what the Rakshasa God said, once a Divinity chooses a successor, that successor will not be noticed by other Gods!"

"Is that so?"

Bibi Dong lightly raised an eyebrow; she truly didn't know about this.

With Su Wen's talent, a Divinity would surely appear by the time he became a Titled Douluo.

But if it was as Su Wen said, the Rakshasa God had essentially claimed him for herself.

"The Fire God... a Divinity likely won't interfere in the trial of another Divinity."

Bibi Dong fell into a brief contemplation: "I will talk to the Rakshasa God; perhaps I can get her to take a step back..."

"Teacher, if it works, it works; if not, then forget it. Don't do anything reckless."

Su Wen knew Bibi Dong's temper. Although she seemed as gentle as water now, she was actually a persistent and very stubborn woman.

"Mm!"

Bibi Dong moved her gaze over, meeting Su Wen's eyes.

Today, there was only the distance of a fist between them.

Her vermilion lips moved slightly as she returned to a questioning tone: "So, what did you do before you came here?"

"Teacher is exceptionally beautiful today, like a blooming rose—to be admired from afar, not to be toyed with."

Bibi Dong was stunned.

Too... too direct.

Her heart stirred slightly.

For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.

Suddenly, she felt her eyes being covered.

Bibi Dong's heart trembled; she knew what he was about to do.

She actually felt a hint of anticipation.

Subconsciously, she parted her lips slightly.

As if she were prepared to meet Su Wen's boldness.

"Teacher..."

Su Wen's voice was almost against her face. In the next moment, he gently pulled her fragrant shoulder close.

A kiss carrying warm breath descended.

Bibi Dong couldn't see the outside World, which allowed her to boldly wrap her arms around his shoulders without any psychological burden.

Though it was a bit direct, as long as her eyes were covered and she couldn't see, it was fine...

They were still master and Disciple!

In the eyes of outsiders, they were a perfect pair of master and Disciple.

A long time later.

Bibi Dong was panting continuously.

Her originally fair and tender face had long since turned rosy.

The hand covering her eyes did not leave.

Feeling the warmth at her collarbone.

Bibi Dong felt a trace of annoyance mixed with the desire to continue.

Xiao Wen was truly becoming more and more presumptuous and bold.

Constantly testing her bottom line.

By the time she could see the outside again, several marks had been left on her snowy-white collarbone.

Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes stared unblinkingly at Su Wen, a trace of imperceptible affection gradually emerging.

Suppressing the fluttering in her heart, she coughed lightly: "Teacher is... tired!"

Bibi Dong broke free from his embrace and walked slowly toward the bed, leaving behind a swaying, curvaceous silhouette.

"Xiao Wen, wait a bit, and you should also rest early!"

How was this anything but a signal?

Su Wen sat for a while, then took out a black silk scarf from his spirit tool.

"Teacher!"

...

After a great battle with a Limit Expert, Su Wen lay down somewhat exhausted.

Although Bibi Dong's Realm was still stuck at Peak Douluo,

The spirit rings she had obtained had long since stacked her strength to the super Douluo level.

If Bibi Dong were to recover her Realm, she would at least be a Peak Limit Douluo existence.

Su Wen felt a bit tired; the Physique of a Limit Douluo was still very strong.

In the past, Bibi Dong would only be passive, but now she would also launch some counterattacks.

Su Wen yawned and, holding Bibi Dong, gradually fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, however, Bibi Dong slowly broke free from the embrace.

She pulled off the thing over her eyes and tiptoed off the bed.

Sitting before the bronze mirror, her fingertips brushed the corner of her lips as she recalled everything between her and Su Wen, her heart filled with bashfulness.

Without any light, she began to dress herself relying on her powerful sensory abilities.

"Bibi Dong... Hahaha..."

Purple-black light suddenly flickered in the mirror.

A cold, sinister female voice drifted out.

Waves of purple-black Qi appeared within it.

Bibi Dong's movements paused for a moment, but she ignored it and continued dressing.

She glanced at Su Wen, then directly left the room.

In a secret room of the Supreme Pontiff Palace, the heavy stone door opened.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a purple-gold long dress, walked in with her long legs.

The surrounding space distorted, and the scene before her eyes instantly began to change.

"Rakshasa!"

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at the familiar Rakshasa Secret Realm and the Rakshasa God sitting high above on her throne,

There was no respect in Bibi Dong's eyes, only deep loathing and wariness.

"Hahaha, this God has become interested in your little Disciple. This God wants to interact with him a bit!"

The Rakshasa God sat lazily on her throne, propping up her cheek as she unhurriedly sized up Bibi Dong.

"Sister Donger has been eating quite well lately; your body has even filled out a bit. Hehe... even I am envious. How can you be happy? As the successor of the Rakshasa God, you are not allowed to have happiness."

"Let him go; he is not suited for the Rakshasa God Position!"

Bibi Dong ignored her teasing, her manner completely different from the relaxed way she spoke with Su Wen.

Only someone who had actually experienced the Rakshasa Nine Trials knew

How terrifying the Rakshasa God Trial was.

Slaughtering ten thousand lives was a common occurrence, and inciting you to strike at those close to you was something the Rakshasa God loved to do.

If one's Mental Energy was not high enough, it was easy to become the Rakshasa God's Puppet.

If Su Wen had received the Rakshasa Eight Trials, Bibi Dong could have felt at ease.

After all, such trials were predetermined and could be followed step-by-step, unlike the content of the Nine Trials, which required the personal supervision of the Rakshasa God.

"Sister Donger, you also know it's not easy to run into a Spirit Master stronger than you, an interesting fellow!"

"Speak. What will it take for me to continue the Rakshasa God Trial?"

Bibi Dong didn't want to waste words.

"You are very interesting, but I feel a bit bored of you. Now, I like him more!"

The Rakshasa God suddenly stood up and walked toward the dark space.

Until her figure completely vanished, the surrounding Rakshasa Secret Realm also began to dissipate.

"Rakshasa!"

Bibi Dong grew anxious.

"Bibi Dong, go back. I will be gentler; I won't treat him like I treated you. After all, he is only a Spirit Emperor; unlike yours, his mental World cannot withstand torture."

...

At dawn the next day, Su Wen stretched comfortably.

He saw Bibi Dong sitting before the bronze mirror in a daze.

He was somewhat puzzled.

Normally, Bibi Dong would have left the room long ago by this time.

After getting dressed,

Su Wen slowly walked over and leaned into Bibi Dong's ear: "Teacher, why are you daydreaming?"