Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 594 Bibi Dong's Doubts, the Warmth of Dawn
a long time.

"Hmm, maybe you're right..."

Bibi Dong gave an almost inaudible reply, her voice languid and hoarse with the relief of a heavy burden, "Perhaps... I'm just overthinking it."

Feeling the complete relaxation of the delicate body in his arms, Dai Chengfeng's lips curled into a smile.

He tightened his arms around her, gently stroking her damp hair with his chin, and whispered, "You're tired, go to sleep, teacher."

Bibi Dong didn't speak again, but simply adjusted to a more comfortable position and closed her eyes.

Dai Chengfeng also calmed down, his palm still gently resting on her flat stomach with clearly defined abs, and slowly fell asleep.

However, it seems that Bibi Dong...

After relaxing her body and calming her mind, she did not fall asleep. Another matter that had been lingering in her mind for a long time quietly surfaced in her thoughts.

She began to subconsciously look inward, sensing the unique and powerful force within her body—the power of the Asura God.

It was cold and chilling, yet contained an unparalleled power of judgment, completely different from the Rakshasa divine power she cultivated, yet strangely coexisting within her body, and it seemed...

On a deeper level, a transformation is taking place that even she has not yet fully comprehended.

But at this moment, when she immersed herself in it and carefully perceived it.

She discovered that the Asura divine power was still flowing slowly deep within her meridians like a dark red stream, exuding a chilling aura.

But its growth momentum... seems to have stalled?

A hint of doubt arose in Bibi Dong's mind.

She tried, with utmost care, to guide that wisp of Asura divine power with her mind, gathering it at the fingertips of her right hand.

A faint, almost imperceptible, dark red light quietly appeared at her fingertips, like an ember about to be extinguished in the night—weak, yet carrying a chilling fluctuation of the laws of nature.

She carefully "observed" this wisp of divine power.

The magnitude remained unchanged, and the purity did not improve; it was frozen in place, as if the pause button had been pressed.

'Why…' Bibi Dong murmured to herself, 'has there been no increase recently?'

'I just drank so much milk...'

Something's not right...

Bibi Dong's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. 'This pause came too suddenly, too completely.'

'Could it be... that we've encountered some kind of bottleneck? Or has the rules of the Divine Trial changed at some point?'

Various speculations raced through her mind.

Was there a problem with Dai Chengfeng? No, his aura, his touch, everything was normal, even more intimate, so the effect should only be stronger.

Does that mean the requirements for the divine examination itself have increased?
'It seems,' she thought to herself, 'I must go there tomorrow… I'll have to ask the Rakshasa God.'

As the guide who inherited her divine position, the Rakshasa God might know the reason why the growth of the Asura God's power has stagnated.

Although communicating with the Rakshasa God is often accompanied by repression and unpleasantness, she must go in order to resolve this question concerning the foundation of her future power.

Thinking about these things, my mind gradually became occupied by fatigue and drowsiness after thinking.

The dark red light at her fingertips faded away, and she completely relaxed, her consciousness sinking into the warm darkness.

My breathing became long and steady, and I truly fell asleep.

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The next morning.

The soft morning light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting several hazy spots of light on the carpet in the bedroom.

Bibi Dong gradually awoke in a warm embrace. Before her eyes were fully open, her senses had already begun to awaken.

A steady, powerful heartbeat came from behind me, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, and a familiar, reassuring scent lingered around my nose.

She shifted slightly and found herself still tightly embraced by Dai Chengfeng from behind, his chest pressed against her back, his body heat passing through the thin robe and dispelling the slight chill of the morning.

The feeling of being cherished and embraced upon waking was both unfamiliar and...heart-stirringly comforting to her.

She slowly opened her deep purple eyes, and what came into view was Dai Chengfeng's sleeping face so close to hers.

Shedding his usual respect and occasional aggression, his face was calm, even carrying a touch of gentleness befitting his age.

Sunlight cast a pale gold hue on his sharply defined profile, and his long eyelashes cast soft shadows beneath his eyelids.

Bibi Dong gazed at him quietly, not immediately recalling the complicated political affairs, the grand ambitions of the Spirit Hall, or the unresolved issues between her and Qian Renxue; she was only focused on this moment.

Simply savoring this rare tranquility and...warmth.

Just then, Dai Chengfeng's eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those deep black eyes were initially a little hazy, but they instantly became clear when they focused on the face of the person in his arms.

He looked into her equally clear eyes, and the corners of his lips naturally turned up, forming a lazy and charming smile.

He didn't speak immediately, but tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, then lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"Good morning, teacher."

His voice, still hoarse from just waking up, was incredibly magnetic and struck a chord deep within Bibi Dong's heart.

The warm touch on her forehead made Bibi Dong's heart skip a beat.

She lowered her eyes and gave a soft "hmm" in response.

My cheeks felt slightly hot, but fortunately the light in the bedchamber was dim, so I couldn't see it clearly.

The two embraced quietly for a few more moments, enjoying the tranquility and tenderness of the early morning.

But Bibidon's biological clock as the Pope quickly reminded her that it was getting late and there were still many matters to be dealt with in the Papal Palace.

She shifted slightly and whispered, "It's getting late, you should go back."

Dai Chengfeng, however, playfully pulled her even tighter, burying his face in the crook of her neck and rubbing it against her neck, greedily inhaling her unique fragrance, and mumbled:

"Wait a little longer...it's still early."

As he spoke, with a clever move, he pinned Bibi Dong down beneath him, bracing himself on either side of her body and looking down at her.

In the morning light, her violet eyes were like gems veiled in a thin mist, carrying the languor of just waking up and a hint of barely perceptible indulgence.

"teacher……"

Dai Chengfeng's voice lowered, filled with obvious longing, and his gaze fell on her slightly parted lips.

On a normal day, Bibi Dong might have reservedly pushed him away and urged him to leave.

But at this moment, the question about the Asura God's power from last night suddenly flashed through her mind.

'Perfect,' she thought, 'I can experiment again...why isn't the divine power reacting.'

Once that thought arose, the initial reluctance vanished.

She even took the initiative to raise her arm, wrap it around Dai Chengfeng's neck, and pull him towards her.

Dai Chengfeng received the signal, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes...

Without further hesitation, he lowered his head and captured her soft lips.

(End of this chapter)