Chapter 48

(Training + Torture + Abuse - Bibi Dong 1)

The spatial attribute suddenly unfolded, covering the small secret room in an instant. In order to avoid complications, Ye Xuan used all his strength to activate his martial soul, and the entire lotus pattern was dyed silver.

"What are you doing!" The surrounding space showed a beautiful glass texture. Bibi Dong immediately noticed the abnormality of the environment. With a roar, the soul power of a high-level Title Douluo gushed out, and along with it, appeared a phantom behind her, which was her first martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor.

"Ding!" The surrounding space blockade showed some ripples. The soul power with the power of the gods almost broke the blockade set by Ye Xuan with just one blow. Without waiting for Bibi Dong to perform soul skills, purple, red and blue colors appeared on Zezhi's martial soul. Ye Xuan used his hand as a shuttle and stabbed Bibi Dong, who was only a few meters away from him.

"Immortal body!"

The ninth soul skill of the hundred thousand year soul ring was activated, and Bibi Dong's body was instantly transformed into energy. Ye Xuan's attack passed through her body at once, and his entire forearm pierced through her chest. The energy of thunder and fire invaded Bibi Dong's body. She quickly broke away and leaned against the wall. The effect of the soul skill was forced to be lifted, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The thunder, fire and wind that had reached the extreme attributes mixed with the absorbed wisp of Rakshasa divine power successfully brought unavoidable damage to Bibi Dong. With the previous attack, Ye Xuan pulled out a large amount of divine power from Bibi Dong's body. Feeling the mental pressure reduced by a large amount, Bibi Dong did not feel relaxed or happy at all, but looked at Ye Xuan in front of her with a solemn expression.

A big hole appeared in the white cloth under the attack, and two plump breasts squeezed out deep ravines. The white skin had some fine bloodstains, which were the wounds cut by the remaining wind elements after the energy body was restored to the flesh. 

With one hand covering her chest, Bibi Dong suppressed the injuries in her body. Ye Xuan's attack caught her off guard, but more of it was puzzled by Ye Xuan's sudden attack. "Sir Ye Xuan, if you are dissatisfied with anything, you can tell me. If you don't want to cooperate, you can leave at any time. After all, as the heirs of gods, we shouldn't fight for a little thing in the lower world."

Without answering Bibi Dong, the lightning snake flowed in the narrow space. Several gold soul coins flew towards Bibi Dong with the help of electric current and strong wind, blocking the other party's possible escape position. Wrapped in the faintly black electric current, Ye Xuan sprayed a calf-thick lightning column at Bibi Dong without any thought of mercy.

Through the analysis of the thunder tribulation, Ye Xuan tried to imitate and brought a trace of the world's power to his lightning. Although it has not been completely successful, it is more than enough to deal with soul masters without divine power.

"Spider Emperor clone!"

The eighth soul skill was activated. In a moment, the clone summoned by Bibi Dong was turned into ashes by the lightning column. Seeing the attack with undiminished power, Bibi Dong forcefully activated the ninth soul skill with an ugly face. 

The body was cut in the middle, and the cloth wrapped around the delicate body disappeared under the baptism of lightning. Under the effect of the soul skill, Bibi Dong's body returned to its original state. She knelt on the ground naked. The use of the ninth soul skill twice in a row brought great backlash.

The slender legs overlapped, the well-proportioned thighs looked white and delicate, the plump buttocks were as plump as peaches, and the smooth skin was as elastic as egg whites just opened. The willow waist that could be grasped upwards was the trembling breasts. The perfect arc formed a perfect curve with the waist. 

The two red plums on the top swayed with the peaks, and the drops of blood seemed a little dazzling on the white breasts.

With both hands supporting the ground, her long purple hair fell like a waterfall, her head was raised, and her delicate face was slightly flushed, which was not sure whether it was anger or shyness. 

Her pupils shrank slightly, because Ye Xuan did not stop because of her weakness. Another thunder master came towards her, as if Ye Xuan would kill Bibi Dong as many times as she resurrected.

"Wait..." Before the voice fell, Bibi Dong's delicate body was destroyed again. At the last moment, she activated the ninth soul skill and resurrected again. However, at this time, she did not look as high and mighty as the Pope's Palace. Instead, she was like a little white rabbit repeatedly tortured by a hungry wolf, leaning against the wall of the secret room.

Warningly coming to Bibi Dong, Ye Xuan looked at the perfect figure of the woman in front of him. It must be said that Bibi Dong had an attractive appearance. The huge contrast between her mature charm and the holiness of the Pope also slightly aroused Ye Xuan's desire.

Squatting down, Ye Xuan pointed his index finger at the other person's forehead with a few strands of messy hair. At this time, Bibi Dong leaned against the wall, and felt severe pain all over her body. She looked at Ye Xuan with a fierce and resentful look, and her dark pupils were full of deep red.

The active ability was activated, and the soul power in Bibi Dong's body instantly became agitated like boiling. This was the first time that Ye Xuan had encountered such a strong resistance since using this ability, but the control of the woman in front of him was still carried out in an orderly manner. As if realizing what she would face next, Bibi Dong's pupils showed a trace of despair and struggle, and she grabbed Ye Xuan's wrist with both hands.

For the first time to control a creature with divine power, Ye Xuan had a clear understanding of the power of Tianyizhu. If the amount of divine power was used to compare, Bibi Dong and him were like a newly crowned Douluo and an ordinary person, but even so, Bibi Dong was still forcibly taken into his pocket.

"Hu..." Ye Xuan let out a sigh of relief, stood up and stepped back, sitting on the half-remaining bed in the secret room. Although it took two hours to control Bibi Dong, the previous fight was only a few minutes. In the secret room, the set of tables and chairs, the dressing table and half of the bed had disappeared.

The rich vitality radiated from Ye Xuan and floated towards Bibi Dong who was leaning against the wall in front. With a complicated look in her eyes, Bibi Dong leaned against the wall without any movement. After a few minutes, she finally came to her senses and walked to Ye Xuan while silently absorbing the vitality.

"Master..." One arm was supported under the plump breasts, and the fingers grabbed the other arm that was hanging naturally. Bibi Dong's action squeezed the already plump breasts more prominently. 

With her head slightly lowered, the woman's slender legs were close together, standing straight in front of Ye Xuan, like a work of art on display. Her waist was slightly raised forward, and her flat belly and smooth pubic mound were revealed from the base of her thighs. Bibi Dong spoke with some difficulty.

"Put on your clothes, come to me in the evening, and then we'll play something exciting." He waved his hand. Although the temptation from the female flesh in front of him made Ye Xuan want to kill her on the spot, he did not forget his goal, the Rakshasa power in Bibi Dong. The time spent in this secret room was a bit abnormal. Ye Xuan was going to find an opportunity to enjoy his achievements in the evening. "In front of outsiders, you can keep your original state."

"Okay, Master." Without any hesitation, in front of Ye Xuan, Bibi Dong took out close-fitting underwear and bra from the intact wardrobe. The purple fabric with lace formed a striking contrast with the white skin, adding a bit of charm to Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong deliberately slowed down her movements and showed her body to Ye Xuan. As a large area of ​​skin was covered by the pope's robe again, the sacred breath reappeared.

The surrounding space blockade disappeared, and Ye Xuan's soul power was almost exhausted. He returned to the meeting room side by side with Bibi Dong. Ye Xuan left a ring to the other party, which contained a familiar booklet and some special props.

"Wear the pope's robe tonight. You don't need to wear anything inside in the future. Remember not to be discovered by others." Before leaving the meeting room, Ye Xuan's voice floated into the woman's ears. Sitting on the pope's chair, the ring given by Ye Xuan replaced the soul guide originally on the ring finger. Bibi Dong nodded to Ye Xuan's back.

After leaving the meeting room, Ye Xuan flew towards the Douluo Hall on the top of Spirit Mountain and soon arrived at this small building.

"Farewell, His Majesty Ye Xuan!" Soon, Ye Xuan flew down to the Spirit Mountain. On his waist, the elders' token of the Spirit Hall was engraved with the words "Ye Xuan" and "Lian". A lotus blossomed on the token. This was his token and his title, "Lian".

Below the Pope's Hall, the living area for the Titled Douluo was not very large. After all, most of the Titled Douluo who joined the Spirit Hall would directly join the Elders' Hall. The attic here was only routinely allocated to the Titled Douluo who came for certification.

After choosing a three-story building that was slightly off-center and asking the servants waiting there to buy daily necessities, Ye Xuan strolled around Spirit City. It was already getting close to evening. Compared with Tiandou Imperial City, the streets of Spirit City were more prosperous. After all, the proportion of soul masters here was very amazing, almost reaching more than half.

"Bibi Dong, I heard that you had a conflict with the newly promoted Lian Douluo. Why?" In the somewhat empty Pope's Palace, an old man stood in front of Bibi Dong, with a little inquiry in his tone.

"Hehe, it's just a test. How can it be considered a conflict? Or do you want him to join the Worship Hall?" Looking at the old man in front of her, Bibi Dong's face was gloomy. If she couldn't beat the old man in front of her, she would send him to see his son no matter what.

"I hope you understand that Ye Xuan is not our enemy. Such a young Titled Douluo, his strength and power, even I have never seen before, even if we can't be friends, we must never be enemies! That's all, since Ji'er has handed the Spirit Hall to you, I hope you can cherish it~"

"Get lost! You still dare to mention him to me? If it weren't for you, how could he dare to do that! Hypocritical old guy!" Bibi Dong's knuckles were slightly white as she grabbed the armrest of the chair. She roared at the old man in front of her, without the dignity of a pope.

"Ah~" With a sigh, the old man disappeared in the hall. He learned about what happened in the meeting hall today from Elder Juegui, and came to persuade him as soon as possible. This old man was the leader of the Worship Hall, the Great Worshiper, Qian Daoliu.

As Qian Daoliu's breath completely dissipated, Bibi Dong's originally furious expression was completely restrained, and there was no trace of the madness just now. Her eyes fell on her fingers, and the ring aroused Bibi Dong's thoughts. After sitting for a while, she left the Pope's Palace, which had dismissed everyone, and returned to her residence.

The night covered the sky, and the stars dotted the night sky like diamonds. Spirit City, which had no curfew, exuded a more obvious "vitality" after entering the night. Unlike Spirit City below, the residences of powerful soul masters were silent from the core area at the foot of Spirit Mountain, with only a few subtle insect sounds. The two areas showed completely different situations.

After experiencing the delicacies of Spirit City, Ye Xuan returned to his residence. He was the only one living in the residence area for Titled Douluo at this time. Obviously, everyone used this place as a temporary residence. In the small yard, a stone-carved table was placed with tea sets. Ye Xuan sat on the only chair next to it, drinking tea with sugar, waiting for Bibi Dong to arrive.

The fluctuation of soul power appeared, and a graceful figure appeared in the yard. The fine dust on the ground spread around under the diffusion of soul power. Bibi Dong, wearing the pope's clothes, stood in front of Ye Xuan. The starlight sprinkled on the pure white clothes, adding a bit of nobility to the already holy and elegant temperament. 

The woman lowered her proud head and leaned forward with a cold but extremely respectful tone, "Master, Bibi Dong is here." "In front of me in the future, remember to call yourself a bitch. After all, you are a used rotten thing, not the original one~" The boiling liquid in the teacup poured on the woman in front of her. All of a sudden, the white cloth was wet and stuck to Bibi Dong's delicate skin, outlining her graceful curves. 

As a Titled Douluo, Bibi Dong was naturally not afraid of this temperature, but Ye Xuan's words still made her face appear angry. "Okay, Master..." A trace of struggle appeared on her face. Bibi Dong folded her hands on her abdomen, like a maid, and responded to Ye Xuan's order.

"Take it off, right here." Raising his chin, Ye Xuan poured himself another cup of tea, and the mist of water vapor slowly rose.

After a moment of hesitation, Bibi Dong reached behind her, untied her waist, and the robe covering her whole body spread out a little, but the place on her chest that was wet by the tea still half-covered Bibi Dong's plumpness. Unbuttoning the buttons on the pope's robe, as the woman gently pulled the fabric on the side of her body, the whole robe slowly slid off.

The white skin was exposed inch by inch, and the collar slid over the peaks of the woman's chest, pausing for a moment when passing the nipples. As her hands exerted a little force, the plump breasts bounced out and trembled in the air. With his hands loosened, the white and gold robe fell to the ground. Under his flat belly, the smooth pubic mound was sandwiched by his legs together to form a slightly raised triangle.

"I didn't expect that the high and mighty Pope would be a promiscuous woman looking forward to excitement~" He looked at the naked Bibi Dong with some surprise. After all, his order during the day was not to wear underwear after this time, but the other party went into battle without any underwear.

"Please play with the bitch's body as you like..." The tone was a little stiff, as if she didn't hear Ye Xuan's ridicule. Bibi Dong put her hands on her side nervously, and her eyes dodged and didn't dare to look at Ye Xuan.

"What an unpleasant attitude~"

The liquid in the teacup fell on the woman again. Without the obstruction of the cloth, the tea directly washed over the white and tender pubic area. The delicate body trembled, and the water marks slowly spread down along the thigh roots.

"I'm sorry... Master..." Bibi Dong's voice was trembling. She bent down, and her full chest drooped slightly, revealing her smooth back. She had to apologize for her cold attitude.

"Kneel down and crawl over here. You can't use soul power."

Bending her legs slowly, Bibi Dong's knees were in close contact with the ground. She supported herself with her hands and crawled slowly. As the woman moved, some dust stuck to her calves parallel to the ground.

"Pah~"

"Don't stop, keep going."

A crisp sound rang out in the courtyard, and a bright red mark appeared on Bibi Dong's plump buttocks. Ye Xuan's voice rang out, stopping the other party from raising her head. Biting her lower lip, Bibi Dong continued to move forward in humiliation. The whip made of blue silver grass carried a trace of electricity, falling on her snow-white buttocks like raindrops. Her body, without soul power resistance, was soon covered with red marks.

"Master... Master..." Bibi Dong trembled as she spoke, feeling pain and numbness coming from behind her. Even she herself did not notice that her tone was mixed with joy.

"Well done, but did I allow you to look up?"

Tenderly stroking Bibi Dong's upturned cheek, Ye Xuan's hand suddenly pinched her chin, and the words of praise suddenly turned, followed by a crisp slap.

The huge force made Bibi Dong kneel on the ground. She looked at Ye Xuan in front of her with an indifferent expression. A striking slap mark appeared on her beautiful cheek, and the slight pain kept reminding her of what she had just encountered. After a few seconds of pause, Bibi Dong's upper body suddenly fell down, her full chest pressed against her knees. She made a posture like a squatting position towards Ye Xuan, and said in a panic, "I'm sorry, master, the bitch was wrong..."

"It's good that you know you're wrong. Don't make the same mistake again next time. After all, the toy is broken, but it needs to be repaired~" With his toes against the woman's chin, Ye Xuan lifted Bibi Dong's head and his tone became gentle again, as if it was not him who scolded Bibi Dong just now.

"Okay, don't be so nervous. The night is still long. I will let you remember all the details well. We have plenty of time to change little by little~"

Leaving the chair, Ye Xuan squatted in front of Bibi Dong and gently stroked the back of the woman in front of him. Ye Xuan put his head close to her ear, and the hot air he exhaled washed over her earlobe, and Bibi Dong's trembling body gradually relaxed.

"Come on, these teas are given to you. Drink them all. Don't waste them~"

The teapot on the table floated down under the control of soul power and stopped in front of Bibi Dong. Ye Xuan sat back on the chair and looked at the woman in front of him with interest.

Sitting up again, Bibi Dong tentatively picked up the teapot. The tea inside was still boiling hot under Ye Xuan's continuous heating. Although such a temperature could not hurt the body of the Titled Douluo, the inability to use soul power made the scalding touch constantly come from the fingertips.