Chapter 109: A Restless Bibi Dong

Several months had passed since Lin Feng and the others embarked on their journey. Initially, Bibi Dong hadn't been particularly concerned, calmly awaiting their return to execute the next phase of her plans.

Yet recently, an inexplicable restlessness had taken root in her heart—a gnawing sensation as if something meant to be hers was slipping through her fingers. This abrupt yet persistent feeling left her feeling hollow, as though a part of her was missing.

Pacing through the Pope's chamber, Bibi Dong suddenly halted, her brow furrowing as she gazed into the distance. "Xiao Feng?" she murmured softly, her heartbeat quickening inexplicably.

"It shouldn't be possible... They spent so much time alone before without..." Her thoughts trailed off as she recalled how dramatically both Lin Feng and Qian Renxue had transformed over the past two years.

In the Douluo Continent, soul masters typically matured physically by age twelve. Unlike the volatile nature of battle qi, soul power was a gentler energy that bestowed a natural grace—especially to those with top-tier or divine-level martial souls. Their appearances and figures far surpassed ordinary peers.

Combined with Lin Feng's current age... The temptation would be difficult to resist. "Impossible," Bibi Dong muttered. "Even if Xue'er couldn't control herself, Xiao Feng should have held back. His first time... it can't..."

Rather than calming her, this line of thought only accelerated her pulse. The fragrant Immortal Herbs in her hands suddenly seemed dull and lifeless.

This was a serious miscalculation. Assuming their journey would be brief, she hadn't accounted for... this possibility. Now it seemed likely Qian Renxue had already claimed what should have been hers.

"The first taste... should have been mine," Bibi Dong whispered, her breathing growing labored. The elaborate secret chamber she'd prepared would lose its meaning if...

Her eyes darkened with resolve. "No. Even if it's already happened, I'll reclaim what's mine. His heart and body belong to me." A cold smile played on her lips. "I haven't forgotten how you looked at me that first time, Xiao Feng. That awestruck expression... You won't escape me."

"Teacher!" A voice interrupted her musings.

Bibi Dong's expression instantly softened. "Ah, Nana. What brings you here?"

Hu Liena's face was flushed with indignation. "Teacher! That Dugu Yan is becoming insufferable! She's trying to establish herself as the academy's 'big sister'!"

Bibi Dong chuckled, ruffling the girl's hair. "Surely you're not losing to her?"

Hu Liena's confidence wavered. After consuming immortal herbs, Dugu Yan had reached level 25 as a Soul Grandmaster, her martial soul evolving into the Emerald Poison Dragon Emperor—a top-tier beast soul. With whale glue enhancing her physique, she'd even absorbed a thousand-year second soul ring.

In contrast, Hu Liena's skills were more specialized:

- First Soul Skill: Foxfire Seal - A single-target attack conjuring corrosive flames that could damage spiritual power.

- Second Soul Skill: Fox Charm - A group control ability using visual and auditory stimuli to induce brief paralysis.

Against an opponent with superior spiritual power like Dugu Yan, her charm abilities were significantly less effective. Specializing solely in charm techniques was a dead end—true strength lay in mastering broader spiritual attacks and illusions, especially at higher levels where spiritual power dictated combat superiority.

"Hold off on your third soul ring," Bibi Dong advised. "Wait for your teacher Lin Feng's guidance."

Hu Liena nodded eagerly. "When will Brother Feng and Sister Xue return?"

"Soon," Bibi Dong replied, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "If they delay too long..." Her voice trailed off ominously.

"Teacher... Will Brother Feng and Sister Xue get married?"

"Married?" The temperature in the chamber seemed to plummet momentarily. Though the chill passed quickly, Hu Liena couldn't shake the icy dread that had gripped her heart.

Bibi Dong's smile didn't reach her eyes. "How would I know? Nana, have you completed today's training? If not, you should attend to it."

Recognizing the dismissal—and the dangerous glint in her teacher's eyes—Hu Liena hastily excused herself, forgetting her original complaint entirely.

"Marriage..." Bibi Dong whispered to the empty chamber, the word tasting bitter yet tantalizing. A luxury she'd never experienced, now threatened by her own daughter.

Bound by her duties as Pope, she couldn't simply chase after them. With heavy steps, she retreated to her private quarters, drawing the violet silk curtains closed before collapsing onto the plush bedding.

The whispers in her mind—those insistent urges to claim Lin Feng for herself—had grown louder, more demanding. What she'd once dismissed as passing fancy now screamed for attention.

"Xiao Feng..." She buried her face in the pillows, her voice muffled but intense. "You've always been so disciplined, so mature... Surely you could resist mere temptation? Don't make me... angry with you."

Just a little angry. After all, there was a certain thrill in plucking a flower that someone else had painstakingly cultivated.