Chapter 63: Soothing Bibi Dong to Sleep, and Meeting the Demon Douro Again!

Chapter 63: Soothing Bibi Dong to Sleep, Meeting Demongod Douluo Again!

Seeing Bibi Dong agree, and looking at the back of her perfect, delicate figure, Xu Yan couldn't help rubbing his hands together.

Inside the room, Bibi Dong went to the inner chamber to change into her nightgown, then walked out gracefully.

Xu Yan waited quietly not far away.

Seeing that Xu Yan seemed rather humble, Bibi Dong smiled and said, "Xiao Yan, if you are tired, you can go back now."

Xu Yan quickly shook his head and said, "Teacher, it's fine. Disciple is not tired. You can lie down and sleep first."

Bibi Dong said, "Remember to close the door when you leave."

"Understood, Teacher."

Looking at Bibi Dong's flawless figure, Xu Yan swallowed hard. She truly deserved the title of the most beautiful female villain. Not only was she stunningly attractive, but she also possessed immense strength and overwhelming power.

It was hard to imagine why that scoundrel Tang Shan managed to survive until the very end. Perhaps it was because of the so-called protagonist halo.

It was also Bibi Dong's fault for hesitating and dragging things out. Once she had the chance to kill Tang Shan, why give him room to breathe?

Had she killed that scoundrel, so many subsequent troubles would never have happened—torturing her son-in-law, torturing her daughter.

What a despicable piece of trash, utterly shameless. He had driven his wife and children to their tragic ends, making her vomit blood from pure rage.

However, Xu Yan felt he was thinking too far ahead. Since he had come to this world, he would certainly not let Bibi Dong die, nor would he allow Tang Shan to become a god.

Even so, Xu Yan would let Tang Shan pass the Sea God's trials without interfering during the process. Once Tang Shan and the Shrek Seven Monsters stood in direct opposition to Bibi Dong, that was when he would strike and plunge Tang Shan into eternal damnation.

As for Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, he had no intention of harming them either.

After lying down and pulling the quilt over herself, Bibi Dong saw that Xu Yan was all set.

"Let's begin," Bibi Dong said softly.

Instead of closing her eyes, she quietly watched Xu Yan.

Under Bibi Dong's gaze, Xu Yan began to play.

The moment his fingers plucked the strings, a wonderful, melodious sound drifted outward leisurely.

"Teacher, if you are satisfied, disciple can do this every day to help you fall asleep. When you wake up the next morning, I guarantee you will be full of vigor," Xu Yan said while playing.

Listening to the music, Bibi Dong could feel wisps of spiritual power blanketing her, seemingly soothing her. The music smoothed away the fatigue in her heart, while the spiritual power felt as though it was nourishing her soul.

"Shh—"

With a charming, delicate gesture, Bibi Dong placed her slender, graceful jade finger against her red lips, then closed her eyes to signal him not to speak.

Xu Yan stopped talking. The tender, gentle music continuously echoed in his ears.

The music played on endlessly.

Outside Bibi Dong's bedchamber, some of the patrolling guards listened to the music and felt that the world was truly beautiful.

Unnoticeably, time drifted by. Seeing that Bibi Dong had fallen soundly asleep, Xu Yan stopped playing.

He stood up, walked over, and gazed at Bibi Dong's breathtakingly beautiful face as she slept.

Those rosy, delicate lips made him desperately want to taste what they were like.

However, Xu Yan did not do that. Instead, he carefully tucked the blanket around her, quietly closed the bedroom door behind him, and left.

Arriving outside the bedchamber, Xu Yan noticed many of the guards standing on duty instinctively straighten their postures when they saw him approach.

"Your Eminence, Holy Son!"

Xu Yan nodded and said, "When His Holiness the Pope arrives tomorrow morning, please inform her that I have gone to the Consecration Hall to see Demongod Douluo."

"Understood!"

Having given his instructions, Xu Yan departed immediately.

Although Bibi Dong had withstood the pressure to appoint him as the Holy Son and everything seemed calm on the surface, Xu Yan knew that even as Pope, her word was not absolute within the Spirit Hall.

There were many Title Douluo within the Spirit Hall. She was not yet strong enough, and she still faced opposition from numerous elders.

Therefore, what Xu Yan needed to do was raise his soul power and undergo continuous, rigorous training. This would not only help him firmly establish his own footing, but also relieve some of the immense pressure on Bibi Dong.

Seeing how exhausted Bibi Dong had been today, he assumed those old fogies in the Spirit Hall must have been pressuring her.

Yet Bibi Dong had said nothing about it, acting as if everything was normal.

Her silence, however, did not mean Xu Yan was oblivious to these matters.

Consequently, he needed to grow stronger so that his most beloved Bibi Dong could wield absolute, unquestioned authority within the Spirit Hall.

Arriving at the Consecration Hall.

Xu Yan walked with familiar ease deep into the interior of a grand hall.

"Demongod Douluo, long time no see. I trust you have been well."

This time, Xu Yan was not as humble; he directly addressed Demongod Douluo by name.

Presently, he was already the Holy Son, and his status had changed.

In truth, as a grand elder, Demongod Douluo was more loyal to Qian Daoliu than to Bibi Dong. Qian Daoliu was the head of the Elder Hall and the First Consecration of the Spirit Hall. By comparison, Qian Daoliu was his true superior.

Even so, Demongod Douluo would still obey Bibi Dong's commands.

From the shadows, a figure holding a coiled dragon staff emerged, walking over leisurely.

A haughty smile played on his face as he looked at Xu Yan and said, "Kid... why have you come?"

Xu Yan directly produced the Holy Son token and said, "I am now the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. You must address me as Your Eminence, Holy Son."

Demongod Douluo sneered and said, "There is no such thing as 'Your Eminence, Holy Son' here with me. If you want me to acknowledge you, you must back it up with real strength."

"Very well. After going out for some experiential training and returning, His Holiness the Pope has taken me as her direct disciple. I have come here according to Teacher's instructions for you to give me special training. I want to become stronger and stronger."

Xu Yan put away the Holy Son token.

Watching Xu Yan's serious expression, Demongod Douluo smiled faintly and said, "Is that so?"

"Release your martial soul and soul power first so I can take a look." Demongod Douluo also wanted to see what kind of progress the current Xu Yan had made and what level he was truly at.

"I won't hold back on my soul power or martial soul. On a real battlefield, the enemy will not fight you without using their martial soul; they will seize every opportunity at any cost to kill you."

Xu Yan said, "Rest assured, this time you don't need to hold back. Unleash your martial soul to your heart's content, but... just leave me with my life."

"Don't worry. You are a member of the Spirit Hall. Whether you are the Holy Son or an ordinary disciple of the Spirit Hall, I will not kill you. After all, it takes a lot of courage for a soul master as young as you to challenge me."

Demongod Douluo laid his coiled dragon staff on the ground.

Only then did Xu Yan release his martial soul. This time, he summoned the Monkey King martial soul.

Nine soul rings could be seen manifesting around Xu Yan: Gold, Gold, Gold, Gold, Gold, Gold, Gold, Gold, Gold.

The final golden soul ring hovered right above Xu Yan's head, resembling the protagonist's halo of an angel.