81: Do you want to become a high-ranking priest of the Rakshasa God?

"Then today I will teach you how to serve someone; put these clothes on your teacher."

Bibi Dong's voice was cold, making it impossible to discern her mood.

"Teacher, I shouldn't need to serve people, right?"

Su Wen held the clothes, feeling somewhat speechless.

Bibi Dong sneered, "When you marry a wife in the future, there are things you need to learn in advance. Hurry up, stop dawdling."

Su Wen's lips twitched.

Life was truly too hard for him.

As he draped the clothes over Bibi Dong, his fingertips just barely brushed against her delicate skin.

Bibi Dong's shoulders trembled slightly, and her snowy-white neck flushed red.

"Teacher, it's so late. Should we wait until dawn tomorrow to go?"

"Going at this time is the perfect opportunity."

Bibi Dong turned her body slightly, admiring herself in the mirror with a look of great satisfaction in her eyes. She caught a glimpse of Su Wen in the mirror staring at her figure.

"Let's go!"

She coughed and turned around somewhat unnaturally, her silk dress lightly brushing past the tip of Su Wen's nose.

A delicate, lingering fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

"Teacher, what are we going to the secret chamber for?"

Su Wen followed behind Bibi Dong, noticing that she hadn't even brought a maid along.

He swallowed hard, feeling a bit nervous.

"Just follow me!"

Bibi Dong responded casually as she arrived at the depths of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

She lightly stamped her foot.

As a rumbling sound echoed, a heavy door leading underground slowly opened.

A wave of sinister, baleful aura rushed toward them, followed by the sight of an underground passage filled with spiderwebs.

Within those webs, small purple-black spiders could be seen crawling around; the largest ones were the size of an egg.

Su Wen's eyes lit up slightly. Instead of fear, he felt a certain affinity for this aura.

He knew the environment inside was suitable for his Wedding Dress Ghost Emperor.

"Come in!"

Bibi Dong stepped in first, her high heels making a 'tap-tap' echo against the floor.

Although Su Wen felt no fear, he was still nervous. Even knowing this place was suitable for his cultivation, he felt some resistance to entering.

"Keep up!"

Bibi Dong had walked a certain distance when she realized Su Wen hadn't followed.

She turned back to urge him.

"Teacher, do the spiders bite?"

Su Wen asked.

Bibi Dong didn't reply directly, but instead gave a cold laugh. "If you don't come in, believe it or not, they'll be crawling into your bed every morning."

Su Wen's expression stiffened.

He believed her.

Bibi Dong would definitely do something like that.

The moment he stepped inside, the stone door behind him closed.

The entire passage fell into darkness.

In the next moment.

Lights flickered on one after another. At regular intervals, illuminating objects lit the path all the way to the deepest part of the secret chamber.

Bibi Dong walked ahead, glancing back occasionally at the nervous Su Wen.

Why was he so resistant, even showing a hint of fear?

Could he know what she intended to do?!

The two quickly traversed the corridor and reached the secret chamber. It was a large space containing a bed and various daily necessities, though it was covered in spiderwebs, and small purple-black spiders were visible everywhere.

"Your Spirit should be very well-suited for cultivating here."

"It is indeed suitable. Teacher, do you often Cultivate in this secret chamber?"

"Yes, and it will be your secret chamber from now on. Do you like it here?"

Before Su Wen could speak, Bibi Dong continued, "Xiao Wen, do you know about the High Priest?"

"I do. He is the strongest Spirit Master in Spirit Hall, having already reached Rank 99."

"More than that..."

Bibi Dong shook her head and added, "He has another identity: the spokesperson of the Angel God. When fighting in Spirit City, if it is a battle to the death, he can borrow the power left by the Angel God in the Angel Temple to reach the level of a demi-god..."

Su Wen didn't understand why Bibi Dong was bringing up Qian Daoliu.

He could only play along and ask in surprise, "Teacher, do gods really exist?"

"Deities do indeed exist... and your teacher... is the successor of one of those deities!"

Bibi Dong answered so bluntly that Su Wen was momentarily dazed.

She just said it like that?

"This is my secret; you are the second person to know it."

"Teacher, I—I won't tell a third person."

Bibi Dong didn't react much, only looking at the disciple she had nurtured for nearly three years and asking seriously, "Do you want to become a powerhouse like the High Priest? To become the spokesperson of a deity? When you reach Rank 99, you can borrow the power of a god and surpass the limits of Rank 99..."

A Rakshasa High Priest?

Su Wen subconsciously took half a step back.

He remembered that the destiny of a High Priest was to sacrifice themselves to open the Ninth Trial for the successor.

He wasn't sure how Bibi Dong opened the Ninth Trial in the original story, but it was definitely not simple.

"What's wrong? Are you that shocked?"

Seeing Su Wen's expression, Bibi Dong thought he was overwhelmed with joy.

She reached out and gently rubbed his head. "Your Spirit is somewhat similar to the Divine Power I inherited; you could say you are the best candidate for a High Priest. The reason I'm telling you now is that becoming a High Priest isn't easy. You have to complete difficult trials, a process that might take over a decade, or even longer..."

"Teacher, what if I don't want to become the High Priest?"

Su Wen spoke tentatively.

"Why?"

Bibi Dong looked at him in confusion. This involved a deity, yet her disciple wasn't tempted at all.

Su Wen was speechless; wasn't it obvious?

Have you ever received any rewards?

Even the successor doesn't get much, let alone the High Priest.

And in the end, you have to sacrifice yourself.

It’s worse than being a beast of burden!

"Because I just don't want to!"

Su Wen couldn't find another excuse, so he simply looked her straight in the eye.

Bibi Dong was a bit surprised. Looking into his eyes, she indeed saw no greed for the position of High Priest.

Though she didn't understand, she still nodded slightly. "Fine, if you don't want to do it, then don't. I only wanted you to come into contact with Divine Power; with its help, you could Cultivate much faster."

Su Wen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the current Bibi Dong didn't yet know the final mission of a High Priest.

She probably hadn't even started many of her trials yet!

"Just Cultivate here then. I originally wanted to take you to the Secret Realm, as cultivating there would be of great help to you."

Bibi Dong walked to the bedside with her long legs, her voice tinged with regret.

Without Su Wen's consent, the Rakshasa Trials could not be initiated.

Only those who had obtained the Rakshasa Trials could Cultivate within the Rakshasa Secret Realm.

Even though Bibi Dong was the successor, she couldn't bring him in unless the Rakshasa God gave special permission.

Su Wen didn't refuse again. He took off his shoes and sat on the bed.

Bibi Dong let out a yawn and crawled into the covers as usual.

"Teacher, the spiders here won't bite me while I'm cultivating, will they?"

Su Wen looked around, not daring to put all his focus into meditation.

"How could they bite... why don't you try..."

Bibi Dong suddenly reached out her hand; on her arm was an emerald-green spider.

"I—I don't want to!"

"Teacher, I think I'll Cultivate on the floor instead."

Su Wen jumped off the bed, preparing to find a safe spot, when Bibi Dong's face turned cold. "Get up here!"

Su Wen was speechless. Truly, being with Bibi Dong was like being with a tiger; her mood changed in an instant.