Chapter 10 The Pope's Night Visit

As night fell, Bibi Dong, dressed in black, quietly slipped into the Martial Soul Academy.

She wanted to test whether Jin Yang was truly a descendant of the gods; she couldn't very well ask the seven high priests or Jin Yang himself.

"Are you a descendant of a god?" That's incredibly idiotic.

As a descendant of a deity, he must possess treasures or special powers bestowed upon him by the deity, just as she currently holds a divine artifact left to her by the god Rakshasa—the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

If she wasn't mistaken, that thing called the Scepter of Cupid was probably not Jin Yang's martial soul, but rather Cupid's artifact!

She would find out if she tested it; if the Scepter of Love was truly the artifact of the God of Love, it would not remain unresponsive to the attack of the Rakshasa Scythe, which was also a divine artifact.

If Jin Yang is truly a descendant of a deity, Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. Either he submits to her, or she will eliminate Jin Yang at any cost. She will never allow another god to emerge in the Hall of Worship.

As a titled Douluo, her control over power was already unparalleled, down to the smallest detail.

Without attracting anyone's attention, she bypassed the numerous guards stationed at night and entered the cadet area.

She saw Nana staring blankly at the mirror, saw Yan rubbing his forehead vigorously and applying some unknown ointment, and saw Xie Yue absorbing moonlight to cultivate in the courtyard.

Finally, she found the room where Jin Yang lived. She covered the door with her soul power to eliminate the sound, quietly pushed open a door, and instantly passed through. She entered the inner room and saw a sleeping figure breathing evenly on the bed.

She took out a purplish-black sickle and slowly walked to Jin Yang's side.

But the moment Bibi Dong saw Jin Yang's face, she was stunned. What an amazing face! If she had seen this face when she was young, she would probably have been completely captivated.

"!"

Bibi Dong was startled, gripped her scythe tightly, and quickly cleared her mind. How could she have such a thought? Could this be the power of the god of love?

She raised the scythe above her head and swung it at Jin Yang. Sensing the approaching evil aura of the Rakshasa God, holy light power instantly surged from within Jin Yang's Nirvana, but was then sealed within his body.

A pink light appeared out of nowhere, forming a heart-shaped barrier that blocked the sickle.

As expected! Bibi Dong felt much more at ease. Looking at the Cupid's Scepter that automatically protected its owner, capable of withstanding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, there was no doubt that it was also a divine artifact.

Jin Yang is indeed a successor of the gods!

After probing Jin Yang's identity as the inheritor of the divine power, Bibi Dong decided to retreat first and plan her next move gradually.

It's impossible to silently eliminate a god's successor. Provoking the hostility of the Hall of Worship would ruin her plan to establish a Martial Soul Empire. She needs to devise a meticulous plan: either bring Jin Yang under her command or have him die unexpectedly.

Bibi Dong turned around and immediately walked towards the window, but a voice rang out from behind her.

"Since you're already here, why don't you come sit on the bed?"

Bibi Dong was startled and turned around to see Jin Yang sitting up. His bare upper body was sculpted with perfect muscle proportions, and under the moonlight shining through the window, it looked like jade. The god's face was smiling at him, and for a moment Bibi Dong felt her mouth go dry.

But Bibi Dong quickly broke free, shocked. As expected of the successor of the God of Love, even she could be affected. Seeing that her infiltration had been exposed, Bibi Dong did not hesitate any longer and immediately braced her hand on the window, preparing to leave.

However, a pink light enveloped the entire room, triggering a chain reaction. The damned Rakshasa evil thoughts that Bibi Dong had suppressed a while ago suddenly erupted.

Bibi Dong covered her head, knelt on the ground, and endured the attacks of many evil thoughts.

"Kill! Kill ...

"You did nothing wrong by destroying this dirty world."

"You and your bastard are both useless. You might as well just kill yourselves, hahahaha."

"I've lived most of my life, can't I enjoy male beauty?"

It seemed as if something strange had infiltrated, but Bibi Dong was no longer interested in distinguishing between them. Whatever evil thoughts occupied her mind, they would be devastating to her.

"Damn it, why did it have to be at this time?" Bibi Dong endured her splitting headache, her consciousness engaged in a fierce battle with evil thoughts in her mental world, making it difficult to control her body.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, she felt as if someone had lifted her up. Immediately afterward, a pure, scorching, all-soothing, and warming power flowed through her body. The evil thoughts of the Rakshasa, like grasshoppers caught in a frying pan, screamed and fled from her mind.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself nestled in someone's arms, with an otherworldly face quietly watching her. Her clothes had been pulled down to her thighs, and one of her legs was being lifted and stroked, as if someone were playing a violin.

Her eyes widened instantly, and a flush rose to her cheeks. The masculine energy she hadn't felt in so long made Bibi Dong's body stiffen, which then turned into shame and anger filling her chest.

She slapped Jin Yang's chest, but was blocked by a soft, bouncy pink light shield. Instantly, she broke free from Jin Yang's control and landed three meters away from him.

After a quick check, she was relieved to find that her faux leather mask hadn't been removed, but then she became angry again.

Utter humiliation! She had been taken advantage of by some brat. Shame and coldness covered her face, and her tone was filled with murderous intent, "Tell me, how do you want to die? I'll give you time to say your last words."

"You really only think about yourself, don't you?" Jin Yang yawned, casually picked up the clothes from the bedside and put them on, leaning against the headboard. "You were the one who broke into my room and then inexplicably fainted and went crazy. I was just being nice and treated you, and I only took a little payment for it."

"You really are a..." Golden eyes flashed with memories, "ungrateful wretch."

"You!" Feeling guilty, Bibi Dong was speechless. She was surprised to find that the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa had completely disappeared. Could this be Jin Yang's ability?

Could the power of Cupid restrain the evil thoughts of Rakshasa? Her gaze toward Jin Yang carried a hint of scrutiny and desire.

If that's the case, she will definitely bring Jin Yang under her wing at all costs!

Just then, she heard the guards' voices outside the window. The commotion had caught their attention. She didn't want to be discovered breaking into a student's room in the middle of the night, so she quickly slipped out the window.

After Bibi Dong left and the guards who had come to investigate were dismissed, Jin Yang waved his hand, and a barrier that blocked the flow of energy was set up inside the room.

He removed the Seed of Nirvana from his body, his tone tinged with reminiscence: "You're awake?"

"Who are you?" A dazed consciousness emanated from the Seed of Nirvana, seemingly because its newly born intelligence had not yet returned.

Jin Yang was taken aback, then smiled gently: "I'm your father!"