Su Linfeng: "…"
For some reason, his heart was a mess.
He had no idea what Bibi Dong wanted to talk to him about. Surely, she wasn't going to make him relive puberty all over again, right?
And yet, his mind kept circling back to what happened that morning.
Come on—wasn't it perfectly normal for a teenager to have dreams like that?
Nothing strange about it at all.
"Um… Linfeng…"
Bibi Dong's face flushed as she turned around. "You—"
Su Linfeng swallowed nervously, fists clenching tighter without him realizing it. Finally, he turned to look at Bibi Dong. "?!"
Their eyes met, and silence fell again.
Bibi Dong drew in a deep breath. This couldn't go on. She had to establish a bond of trust with him. After all, boys in adolescence felt awkward and shy about these things. If she didn't create an open, trusting environment, the result would be the opposite of what she wanted.
"Linfeng, you don't need to be so tense."
She tried to relax her tone and even smiled. "There's nothing to worry about. What happened this morning isn't an illness. It's simply a normal reaction for someone your age."
Su Linfeng: "Uh…"
"You do understand the differences between men and women, right?"
Her cheeks reddened further as she sighed softly. "For example, the differences between your body and your sister's body…"
But she only got a couple of sentences out before nerves got the better of her. She started fidgeting, picking at her fingers without noticing.
"Sis, what's wrong?"
Su Linfeng's face was red, too. "What's the big deal? I've known men and women were different since I was little!"
Sigh…
As expected.
Bibi Dong brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, helpless. This little brat didn't understand a thing—he completely missed what she was trying to say.
"Fine, let me spell it out for you."
Taking another deep breath, Bibi Dong patiently began explaining everything in detail—gesturing where needed—so that Su Linfeng would build the right awareness of puberty.
She talked about the necessary knowledge and skills, about responsibility, and about how one must always respect others. Forcing or violating someone else's will was absolutely unacceptable.
Respecting others meant respecting oneself.
She even guided him on personal hygiene—bathing often, maintaining good habits, and satisfying his natural curiosities in safe ways.
Inside the Pope's chambers of Spirit Hall, the lamps burned brightly.
Two figures sat quietly, talking in low voices.
In the courtyard, Hu Liena sat cross-legged, cultivating with focus. The Soul Master Tournament was right around the corner, and she was working hard.
Inside the chamber, Bibi Dong let out a long breath, as if she had just completed some monumental task. She looked at Su Linfeng. "So, do you understand everything I said now?"
"I understand!"
Sitting upright, Su Linfeng rubbed his hands together nervously. "You mean… if I don't have a girl I like, I should just, uh, handle it myself?"
"You…"
Bibi Dong's face turned scarlet. She stared at him, hesitating. "Didn't I already tell you…?"
"Well, uh…"
Su Linfeng took a breath, and before he could stop himself, the words slipped out: "Then… does Sis do it too?"
Bibi Dong: "…"
This little brat!
What nonsense was that?!
For a moment, she was completely at a loss for how to reply.
"Enough. Since you understand now, go cultivate!"
Bibi Dong forcibly changed the subject. "These past years, I can feel the Evil God's thoughts within me growing weaker. It won't be long before they vanish completely. So you can't afford to slack off!"
"Huh?"
Su Linfeng instantly deflated, giving her a wounded look. He muttered under his breath: "Again? Making the ox grind every day, but not letting it eat grass… Good thing it's me. Anyone else would've quit by now."
Bibi Dong: "Brat! What nonsense are you spouting now?"
"Brat?"
Su Linfeng shot back immediately, "Am I really small? Where exactly am I small? I'm fifteen already—you still think I'm a little kid?"
"Uh…"
Her face flushed again. She thought to herself: not only was he older now, but his temper had grown, too.
Well, it was puberty after all.
And at nearly 1.85 meters tall, he was a whole head taller than her. There was nothing about him that fit the word small.
Forget it. Let him grumble. She owed him too much anyway.
But for all his complaints, Su Linfeng still opened his Golden Flame Domain and began helping her refine the remnants of the Rakshasa God's will.
Bibi Dong steadied herself, sitting cross-legged opposite him. "That Dark Evil God Tiger you told me about in Star Dou Forest—I just received word it was sighted near the Star Luo border."
"Tomorrow, I'll personally investigate. While I'm away from Spirit Hall, you and Nana must not slack off in your cultivation."
The Dark Evil God Tiger?
Finally, a lead?
Su Linfeng raised his brows. That beast was truly slippery. Spirit Hall had poured in manpower and resources for eight years, and only now had they found a trace.
Still, better late than never.
He nodded. Pressing both palms against Bibi Dong's chest, he sent his scorching soul power into her body. "Sis, remember what I told you. Even if you find the Dark Evil God Tiger, do not act rashly. Wait for me. Without me there, even a Title Douluo—or a Peak Douluo—could end up dead against it."
He wasn't exaggerating.
Though the Dark Evil God Tiger had only a few tens of thousands of years of cultivation, its intelligence was no less than that of a human.
And it commanded six terrifying attributes: evil, space, time, lightning, strength, and wind. It was precisely because of this peak potential that the Evil God had chosen it for inheritance, bestowing wisdom upon it.
But in the end, it was still a soul beast.
Killing and devouring were its instincts. It could never truly develop human emotions.
Perhaps that was why the Evil God had abandoned it midway, later giving the inheritance to the Shura God instead—benefiting Tang San.
What Su Linfeng truly feared was its special space skill: Life and Death Arena.
This ability could rewind time, forcing an opponent back to their youth—or even infancy—before devouring them. Against such a monster, even a Title Douluo would be powerless.
That was why he warned Bibi Dong not to act recklessly.
"I know, I know. You're getting more long-winded by the day."
She huffed softly, muttering: "Like some nagging old woman, always worrying about this and that. I'm not stupid, you know—I don't need you fussing over me."
Her words said one thing, but her heart felt another.
In these fifteen years, Su Linfeng had filled every gap of affection and love she had ever lost. If not for him, Bibi Dong didn't know what she would have become.
It was an unconscious redemption that had changed her very nature.
Though she'd never admit it aloud, her care, indulgence, and tenderness toward Su Linfeng said it all.
"Brat, don't let your hands wander!"
"What do you mean? My hands are right here!"
"You little liar—lying with your eyes open! I should never have taught you any of that…"
"Eight years, eight levels of soul power…"
You… Ugh, fine. Just behave yourself!