MM Racing Chapter 4 The Severely Injured Seeker
Chapter 4 The Severely Injured Seeker
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"That's enough."
Bibi Dong slowly withdrew the surging soul power around her.
"Are you going back already?" Nan Feng asked.
"The Cave of Ten Thousand Serpents is not far ahead, where there are two Medusa Serpent Kings that are 70,000 years old. If you kill them, your Soul Devouring Spider King Soul Ring configuration can be upgraded to another level, and it might even push you directly to level 98."
"Don't bite off more than you can chew," Bibi Dong coldly replied. "A four-level advancement in half a month is already the limit. If you don't spend time consolidating your foundation, this surge in power will only become a castle in the air."
"Besides... I don't want to just use some tens of thousands of years old spirit beasts to fill the remaining spirit ring slots. If I'm going to do it, I'll do it to the best of my ability."
"Alright, you decide what your spirit rings are."
Nan Feng didn't insist, but simply controlled the Spider King clone, lying listlessly on a huge rock.
The clone bearing Bibi Dong's stunning beauty was leaning casually against the rock wall, its long legs crossed and swaying back and forth. One hand was supporting its chin, while the other was grasping at something in the air, making it look like a thug.
Bibi Dong had just turned around when she saw this scene.
The veins on his forehead bulged instantly.
"Nan Feng! Get up!"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and growled, "That's my face! My body! Even if it's just a clone, you can't pose like this... this shameless pose!"
That's so strange! It's really so strange!
Even if this is just a clone formed using a soul skill!
"Tsk, nobody's watching anyway, what's wrong with relaxing a bit?"
Although Nan Feng complained, he still managed to sit up, though his posture was still somewhat casual. "Your human body isn't as stable as my original eight legs, but I have to say, this soft structure is quite comfortable to lie on."
"Shut up! Sit still!"
Bibi Dong rebuked sharply, then seemed to realize something, and a strange blush appeared on her originally cold and beautiful face. But this was not shyness, but rather embarrassment and anger.
She stared intently at Nan Feng, her eyes even colder than before:
"And don't think I don't know... what you were doing while I was absorbing the spirit ring!"
Nan Feng looked bewildered: "Huh? What did I do? I was just protecting you from the demonic energy, wasn't I?"
"Dharma protector?"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, seemingly finding it difficult to speak, but finally managed to squeeze out the words through gritted teeth, "Does the Protector need...need to touch my body?!"
During the two weeks of hunting and absorbing, whenever she was in a deep meditative state, she could always feel a pair of "hands" moving over her body.
Although nothing excessive was done, the touch lingered on the sensitive areas of the waist, abdomen, back, and even thighs.
For Bibi Dong, who had such a painful experience, any unauthorized physical touch was an inviolable taboo!
If it were an injury sustained in battle, that would be one thing, but this is clearly harassment taking advantage of someone's vulnerability!
Seeing Bibi Dong's expression, which seemed to want to devour someone, Nan Feng was stunned for a full three seconds before he realized what she was talking about.
"You mean...I touched you?"
Nan Feng's eyes widened, he pointed to his nose, and looked incredulous. "Big sister, aren't you being far too presumptuous?"
"What did you say?!" Bibi Dong was furious.
"I'm checking your meridian circulation and soul bone fusion!" Nan Feng rolled his eyes and explained with a look of disgust, "You're absorbing soul rings too quickly, and your soul power is running rampant in your meridians. What if something goes wrong?"
"As for touching..."
Nan Feng shrugged: "Please, I am the noble Death Spider Queen! In my aesthetic sense, only female spiders with sharp claws, hard shells, and barbs all over their bodies are peerless beauties."
"You?" Nanfeng looked Bibi Dong up and down. "You're completely bald, without a single decent hair. Your skin is as soft as tofu and would break if you poked it. Only your strange human aesthetics would find you attractive."
"To me, touching you is no different than touching a piece of pork belly. Apart from being a vessel for you, I have no worldly desires for this body."
"..."
Bibi Dong was stunned.
Pork belly?
Completely naked?
A strange aesthetic?
Although Nan Feng's explanation was not only extremely morally reprehensible, but also contained strong personal attacks, it even subjected her to unprecedented insults regarding her appearance.
but……
Upon hearing these words, the heavy weight that had been hanging over Bibi Dong's heart miraculously lifted.
Yes, this guy is a 100,000-year-old soul beast, essentially a giant spider.
Just as a human wouldn't be interested in a female monkey, it seems... quite reasonable that this old spider isn't interested in human women?
"call……"
Bibi Dong let out a long breath, her tense body finally relaxing, and even the look in her eyes towards Nan Feng no longer seemed so murderous.
Although being compared to pork belly was infuriating, she could accept it as long as he didn't mean it that way.
After all, she could tolerate any offense as long as it wasn't some disgusting covetousness.
"That would be best."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, regaining her usual aloofness. "If I discover even the slightest hint of malice in you, I will make you pay the price, even if it means suffering a backlash of my soul power."
"Okay, okay, I got it, stop nagging."
Nan Feng waved his hand, and with a thought, the Spider King clone instantly turned into countless points of light and dissipated. His consciousness returned to Bibi Dong's spiritual sea.
"Let's get out of here. I'm tired of this lousy place. Take me to see your so-called Spirit Hall."
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Wuhun City, the city that symbolizes the highest glory in the world of soul masters, is now shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
As soon as Bibi Dong stepped through the city gate, the already overwhelming rumors reached her ears.
In order to hunt down the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor transformed soul beast, Qian Xunji led two Title Douluos, Ju and Gui, and several Soul Saint elites out in full force, only to encounter a desperate counterattack from Tang Hao, the genius of the Clear Sky Sect.
With the strength of a newly promoted Title Douluo, Tang Hao crushed the Pope's team and severely injured Qian Xunji before leaving triumphantly!
If it weren't for the desperate protection of the two titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, Qian Xunji would probably have perished on the spot.
"Good! Well done, Tang Hao!"
As she walked up the jade steps leading to the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong appeared solemn and worried, but deep down she was laughing wildly.
If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, she would have even wanted to set up a longevity tablet for Tang Hao on the spot!
Bibi Dong was still thinking about how to find an opportunity. After all, Qian Xunji was a level 95 Title Douluo. Not to mention that she was only level 96 now, even if she reached level 98, it would be very difficult for her to kill that guy in Wuhun City.
After all, with two titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, guarding the side, as well as Thousand Paths and the group of worshippers on the mountain, if they were to forcefully take action, even if she reached level ninety-nine, she would probably have to stay here.
She endured all these years, not to die together with Qian Xunji.
But now, Qian Xunji is seriously injured, this is a golden opportunity!
The Pope's bedroom.
Bibi Dong stood before the heavy nanmu wood gate, took a deep breath, and adjusted the expression on her face.
The smile that had been barely contained upon hearing the good news instantly turned into one of shock and anxiety.
It must be said that living under Qian Xunji's nose for the past few years has honed her into an excellent actress.
As Bibi Dong pushed open the door, a strong medicinal smell mixed with a sacred aura rushed towards her.
On the large bed, Qian Xunji's face was ashen, his body was wrapped in bandages, and his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
Beside the bed, two towering figures stood guard, one on the left and one on the right.
The man on the left looks to be only in his thirties, dressed in a simple gray robe, yet he gives the illusion of being one with heaven and earth. He is none other than the Grand Master, Qian Daoliu.
The one on the right is burly, clad in golden armor, exuding an aura of oppression like an ancient behemoth. He is the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Upon seeing Bibi Dong enter, Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned slightly, while Qian Daoliu slowly turned around and said calmly, "Bibi Dong? Where have you been for the past year?"
"The Pope is seriously injured, and the Spirit Hall is in a state of panic. As the Holy Maiden, you are nowhere to be found."
There was no direct reprimand, but the overwhelming pressure instantly locked onto Bibi Dong.
In the past, Bibi Dong might have broken out in a cold sweat under this oppressive aura.
But now, having undergone a complete transformation, she merely bowed slightly, performing a standard disciple's salute, her face revealing just the right amount of guilt and worry.
"Reporting to the Great Master, I know that my cultivation has reached a bottleneck that is difficult to break through. In order not to disappoint my teacher's expectations, I have gone to the Death Canyon alone for training over the past year, seeking an opportunity to break through."
"I had just emerged from seclusion when I heard of the misfortune that had befallen my teacher. I was extremely anxious and rushed back immediately."
"Death Canyon?" A hint of surprise flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.
That place is known as a forbidden zone for Soul Masters, and even he is unwilling to venture into its depths easily.
"You've broken through?" Qian Daoliu looked Bibi Dong up and down.
Bibi Dong didn't speak, but only released a slight aura.
A massive fluctuation of soul power belonging to a Title Douluo vanished in an instant. Although she deliberately suppressed her realm, only showing the level of someone who had just entered the ninety-first level, and concealed her true strength with the aura of the Soul Devouring Spider King, it was enough to move the two elders present.
"A Titled Douluo?!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened. "You...you actually took this step?!"
A titled Douluo at less than thirty years old! This is simply unprecedented!