Chapter 103 Huo Yuhao vs. Bibi Dong.
Four years later, deep within the Spirit Hall, in a hidden chamber.
A handsome young man with long, deep blue hair, as blue as the sea, sat cross-legged on a massive ice bed. The air around him was thick with soul energy, which he continuously absorbed, as if his body were a bottomless abyss. Around him lay countless millennia-old Xuanbing marrow, these precious materials emitting a faint blue light, adding a layer of mystery to the entire chamber.
A large, plump, white worm and a small, exceptionally beautiful, brightly colored scorpion sat before the boy, their eyes fixed on him, seemingly observing his every subtle reaction. These two creatures were none other than the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm and the Ice Emperor.
"It's been a full three months already, Bingbing, why hasn't Yuhao broken through the bottleneck of level forty-nine yet?" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm twisted her body anxiously, asking Bingdi. "Is it really as Elder Yi said, that the battle for destiny between Yuhao and Tang San has officially begun?"
Hyotei pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I think it's very likely. However, Elder I fell into a deep sleep again three months ago and hasn't woken up yet." There was a hint of worry in Hyotei's voice.
Just then, Huo Yuhao's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, which were as blue as the deep sea. A hint of weariness was visible in his gaze. Seeing Huo Yuhao awake, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and Ice Emperor immediately surrounded him.
"Yuhao, how are you? Are you still unable to break through the bottleneck of level 49, just like before?" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm asked with concern.
Huo Yuhao gave a helpless bitter smile and shook his head: "It's possible that what the teacher said was right. Tang San's luck is getting stronger and stronger, which is directly affecting my cultivation speed. If I want to continue to break through, I may have no choice but to continue to destroy Tang San's luck and seize his opportunities."
In the previous incident, he preemptively seized the Qi of Tang San's Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. This act allowed him to break through the cultivation bottleneck of level 49 at an astonishing speed at the young age of twelve. However, power gained through luck is ultimately limited; the benefits brought by luck will eventually be restricted by luck itself. Now, Tang San's luck seems to have reached another peak, while Huo Yuhao's luck has inevitably been suppressed.
"Brother Tianmeng, Ice Emperor, next, I have to go to Shrek Academy," Huo Yuhao said slowly, his voice revealing a hint of determination.
He plans to go to Shrek Academy and stay by Tang San's side, sabotaging his luck through various means. For example, he intends to seize Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, a key to Tang San's future godhood. Huo Yuhao is now preparing to take action to take control of the Eight Spider Lances. In addition, he also plans to destroy other opportunities from Tang San's previous life; in short, Huo Yuhao is determined to eliminate any advantages related to Tang San's past life.
"Yuhao, whatever you decide to do, we will support you unconditionally," Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said with a smile, gently patting Huo Yuhao's shoulder with its little paw.
"Brother Tianmeng, Bingdi, thank you. In this life, I will definitely succeed." A determined light shone in Huo Yuhao's eyes as he pushed open the door to the secret chamber and slowly stepped into the sunlight. He walked through the Soul Guidance Hall and past the Elder Hall, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenes around him, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. In these four years, he had experienced so much.
The mass production of soul tools has entered the first stage. The Spirit Hall Soul Master Academy has been running for three years. The master craftsman Lou Gao moved the Blacksmith Association to Spirit City and renamed it the Soul Master Association. Lou Gao himself went into seclusion to study the top-grade level nine soul tool, the Sun and Moon Divine Needle, which Huo Yuhao had previously brought out.
It has to be said that Lou Gao's talent in soul tools is simply exceptional; in just four years, he reached the level of an eighth-level soul master.
In addition, the elders who had previously consumed the immortal herbs also broke through to the next level, and Qian Renxue also consumed the Acacia Heartbreak Red and broke through to the Soul Douluo level. The Spirit Hall is now unprecedentedly powerful.
During these four years, Xue Di would visit Huo Yuhao every now and then. The only thing Huo Yuhao hadn't finished was Dugu Bo's second soul core. He was always just a little short of completing it. Huo Yuhao guessed that it was also affected by luck.
While thinking, Huo Yuhao had already entered the Papal Palace.
Four years have passed, and Bibi Dong still looks like a young woman in her early twenties, as if time has left no trace on her face. Her appearance remains unchanged, breathtakingly beautiful, and her deep eyes seem to see right through people. She wears a magnificent robe embroidered with exquisite patterns, showcasing her status and position.
"Teacher, you're getting more and more beautiful." Huo Yuhao slowly walked up to Bibi Dong, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
"You brat, you're so good with your words. Save them for fooling those young girls." Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Huo Yuhao, but a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. She gently stood up from her chair and reached out to touch Huo Yuhao's face.
Several years have passed, and Huo Yuhao has grown up, even taller than Bibi Dong. Whenever Huo Yuhao is by her side, Bibi Dong feels an immense sense of security.
"Yuhao, is your soul power still stuck at level 49?" Bibi Dong changed the subject and continued to ask. Her voice carried a hint of concern.
"Yes, I'm still stuck at level 49, so I'm planning to go outside and try my luck. Maybe I can find a way to break through," Huo Yuhao replied.
"Are we going outside? How long will we be gone this time? I'll miss you." Bibi Dong looked at Huo Yuhao with a hint of grievance in her eyes. Her heart was filled with reluctance.
Huo Yuhao gently grasped Bibi Dong's hand: "Teacher, I promise that I will come back to stay for a while every one or two months. At my current speed, I can quickly return even from the Star Luo Empire."
"Since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you. But you have to keep your word and come back to see me every month or two, otherwise, your teacher will get angry." "Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years."
A smile appeared on Huo Yuhao's face, and he gently extended his little finger; "Pinky promise."
Looking at Huo Yuhao's sunny smile, Bibi Dong felt her heart beating a little faster.
"You're such a grown-up, yet you act like a child, so immature!" Bibi Dong said this, but her actions were quite mature. A hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a subtle smile. She slowly extended her little finger and carefully hooked it around Huo Yuhao's little finger.
However, just as Huo Yuhao was still immersed in this tender moment, Bibi Dong suddenly exerted her strength and pulled him towards her. Caught off guard, Huo Yuhao's body involuntarily leaned towards her. Then, he felt a warm, moist breath on his face; Bibi Dong's red lips were pressed tightly against his. This kiss came so suddenly, yet so passionately, that Huo Yuhao's heart pounded wildly, as if it would leap out of his chest.
Then, with a gentle wave of her hand, Bibi Dong locked the doors of the Papal Palace. The movement was fluid and natural, as if she had planned everything all along. A profound silence fell over the Papal Palace, the only sound the breathing of the two of them echoing in the air.
Huo Yuhao felt a little dizzy, a wave of lightheadedness washing over him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Especially since they were currently on the Pope's throne—this was just too exciting!
Bibi Dong exuded a faint fragrance, which made Huo Yuhao feel both intoxicated and somewhat uneasy.
Feeling Bibi Dong's increasingly hot body, Huo Yuhao felt his reason completely overwhelmed. The Pope and the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall were in the Papal Palace... The extreme pleasure brought by this contrast in their identities made both of them feel that their reason was completely suppressed.
The pounding of her heart echoed in the Papal Palace. Bibi Dong slowly released Huo Yuhao's lips and gently kissed his Adam's apple, her teeth lightly biting the skin on it.
"Teacher, this...this is the Papal Palace..."
Huo Yuhao's voice echoed in the spacious and solemn Papal Palace. However, before he could finish speaking, a jolt of electricity shot through his nerves, causing his body to tremble involuntarily. Bibi Dong's right hand had silently grasped his...
At this moment, Huo Yuhao no longer cared about anything else; his last shred of reason was completely abandoned. His hands had already reached domineeringly into the Pope's robes, gently grasping them, feeling the smooth texture between his fingers.
Bibi Dong couldn't help but let out a suppressed moan. Her eyes were already misty with tears, her robe slipped slightly, and her originally fair skin was now covered in pink. Her cheeks were flushed, making her look both shy and excited.
Huo Yuhao's heart raced. He scooped Bibi Dong up and placed her on the papal throne. He slowly leaned down, their breathing gradually quickening. Soon, sounds of pain mixed with pleasure echoed through the papal chamber...
(End of chapter)