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

Chapter 595 Bibi Dong's Confirmation, Rakshasa God's Amusing Thoughts

Dai Chengfeng's kissing skills were no longer the naivety of the past; they had become extremely aggressive and practiced...

Bibi Dong gradually became involved as well, responding to his enthusiasm.

However, a portion of her mind was focused on the movement of the Asura divine power within her body.

However, what made her heart sink was that no matter how passionate Dai Chengfeng's kisses were, how much they made her body weak and her heart race, that wisp of Asura divine power remained like stagnant water, showing no sign of increasing.

It just flows there quietly, unresponsive to any intimate contact that occurs outside the body.

This discovery left Bibi Dong somewhat distraught.

Not because of the kiss itself, but because it confirmed her suspicions—the mechanism for the growth of divine power had indeed changed.

The two kissed passionately, and the temperature inside the bedchamber seemed to rise.

Dai Chengfeng's hands also began to wander, roaming over her delicate body beneath her nightgown.

at this time--

"Dong dong dong."

A soft, rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.

Immediately afterwards, a maid's respectful and cautious voice came from outside the door: "Your Holiness, it is time to change your clothes and have your meal before proceeding to the Papal Palace."

The sudden interruption startled the two who were engrossed in their kiss.

Dai Chengfeng froze, a hint of displeasure at being interrupted flashing across his face, but he quickly suppressed it.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to get off Bibi Dong, his eyes still brimming with lingering lust.

Bibi Dong also took the opportunity to sit up, slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed.

She extended her slender fingers and gently wiped her slightly swollen lips, calming her breathing before speaking to the outside in as steady and authoritative a voice as possible:
"I understand. You may leave and prepare."

"Yes."

The maid outside the door responded and withdrew.

Dai Chengfeng watched Bibi Dong wipe her lips and saw her cheeks flushed with an alluring blush, and smiled with satisfaction.

He leaned down and stole another kiss on her cheek before nimbly getting out of bed.

"Master, then this disciple will take his leave now."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng quickly put on his clothes.

His movements were graceful and swift, showing no sign of dishevelment, but rather a kind of languid satisfaction and smugness.

Bibi Dong nodded, watching him straighten his robes and regain his handsome and upright appearance, though a hint of spring fever still lingered in his eyes and brows.

"Go ahead," she said calmly.

Dai Chengfeng bowed again before turning around and leaving the bedchamber with light steps.

As the palace doors opened and closed, only Bibi Dong remained in the inner chamber.

The air still seemed to linger with an ambiguous atmosphere and the scent of Dai Chengfeng.

Bibi Dong sat alone on the large bed, stunned for a moment, her fingertips unconsciously tracing her lips, where the tingling sensation from the intense kiss still seemed to linger.

But what bothered her even more was the Asura God Power within her body that remained completely still.

She shook her head, temporarily suppressing her chaotic thoughts.

Now is not the time to delve into it.

She summoned her maids, changed her clothes and washed up, donned the magnificent robes symbolizing the Pope's authority, and put on the nine-curved purple-gold crown. In an instant, the majestic, noble, and aloof Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall returned.

After having breakfast, she went to the Papal Palace, surrounded by her attendants, to begin dealing with the day's heavy administrative duties.

However, for the entire morning, Bibi Dong, seated high on the papal throne, seemed somewhat distracted. Below her were reports from bishops across the land, proposals from the Elders' Hall, and analyses of the Empire's movements…

These things that she used to be able to concentrate on and strategize about were now seemingly veiled by a thin layer of gauze, making it difficult for her to fully engage.

In her mind, she couldn't help but recall the kiss that morning and the unusual situation where her divine power had no response.

'What exactly is going on?' she asked herself repeatedly. 'A bottleneck? A change in the rules? Or... are more special conditions required?'

This feeling of being out of control and uncertain made her very uncomfortable.

So much so that when listening to a cardinal's lengthy report on the spread of faith in a certain kingdom, she even drifted off into a daze, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the papal scepter, her deep purple eyes unfathomable, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

After the cardinal below finished his report, seeing that she hadn't responded for a long time, he became a little uneasy. He cautiously looked up at her, then quickly lowered his head again.

Standing to the side, Ghost Douluo Ghost Phantom seemed to sense the Pope's unusual behavior today. He coughed lightly and whispered a reminder:
"Your Majesty the Pope?"

Bibi Dong suddenly snapped out of her daze and realized her lapse in composure.

She quickly composed herself, her purple eyes regaining their usual coldness and sharpness. She looked down at the cardinal and gave a few brief instructions in an emotionless voice before waving him away.

In the time that followed, she forced herself to concentrate, but her efficiency was not as good as before.

After finally finishing all the important matters, she immediately got up and went straight back to her palace after the meeting was adjourned.

After dismissing her attendants, Bibi Dong changed out of her heavy papal robes and into a simpler yet still elegant purple casual outfit.

She did not rest, nor did she deal with any backlog of paperwork.

Instead, he went alone through a hidden passage in the palace to a secret room deep inside.

This secret chamber is located deep underground in the Papal Palace, surrounded by a powerful soul-suppressing array, ensuring that no energy leaks out.

The room was dimly lit, with eerie runes carved on the walls, and a chilling, malevolent, and unsettling atmosphere permeated the air.

This is where she communicates with the Rakshasa God.

Bibi Dong walked to the center of the secret chamber, where there was a simple altar.

She closed her eyes, focused her mind, and began to communicate with the unseen forces in a special way.

Gradually, the chilling atmosphere in the secret room became even stronger, and the runes on the walls seemed to come alive, shimmering with a faint, eerie light.

A blurry, distorted, and malevolent phantom slowly coalesced above the altar.

Although its specific form is unclear, the murderous, resentful, and evil thoughts it exudes are a projection of the Rakshasa God's divine will.

"What's the matter?"

A cold, hoarse voice, as if composed of the wails of countless vengeful spirits, resounded directly in Bibi Dong's heart.

Bibi Dong was already used to this uncomfortable way of communicating.

She opened her eyes, looked at the illusory figure, and directly asked the question that had been bothering her:
"Why has the power of the Asura God within me stagnated?"

The phantom on the altar seemed to ripple, and a strange, amused laugh rang out.

Why the stagnation?

"What do you think?"

Bibi Dong frowned. She disliked Rakshasa God's cryptic attitude, but she suppressed her impatience and said in a deep voice, "I don't know."

"Have the rules of the Divine Exam changed? Or has it encountered a bottleneck?"

"Rules? Bottlenecks?"

The Rakshasa God scoffed, "You think the inheritance of divine power is child's play? A power you can obtain comfortably without paying a real price?"

Bibi Dong's heart stirred, and she vaguely grasped something, but that thought made her somewhat incredulous, even... a little flustered.

(End of this chapter)