Chapter 13 Hu Liena eavesdrops

"Hmph, sharp-tongued," Bibi Dong calmed herself down, but she hadn't forgotten her purpose. "In short, both of you are at fault. Give me the sachet, and I will pass it on to that elder and question her to teach her a lesson. Then we'll let this matter rest."

"Your Holiness, may I ask for the name of that elder?" Jin Yang weighed the sachet in his hand. "I think it's best if I return such a personal item myself, otherwise it would be difficult to explain if it gets lost along the way."

"No need. Are you questioning my power? Who has the ability to steal in front of me?" This Jin Yang is really ungrateful. She has already been magnanimous and let it go. Does he still want to pester her?

"I wouldn't dare," Jin Yang waved his hand and said with a smile, "but His Holiness the Pope must accept it."

Bibi Dong shifted her gaze and caught the sachet tossed into the air. The familiar and calming fragrance entered her nostrils, making Bibi Dong feel a little more relaxed.

Bibi Dong placed the sachet into her soul tool, tapped the ground with her scepter, producing a crisp sound, and nodded, saying, "Jin Yang, do you know why I summoned you here?"

"Oh? Isn't it for this sachet?" Jin Yang asked, sounding puzzled.

Looking at that kind and pleasing face, and recalling Jin Yang's miraculous ability to suppress Rakshasa's evil thoughts, Bibi Dong felt a surge of desire; this person had to be used by her.

As for the suspicious mental influence, what a joke! She is a Title Douluo. As long as she stays vigilant and clear-headed, how could it affect her?

"Jin Yang, would you be willing to become my disciple?" Bibi Dong puffed out her chest and said proudly, "I know you are a descendant of the Second Elder, but that doesn't mean you can't become my disciple."

"Once you become my disciple, you will gain the support of both the Papal Palace and the Hall of Worship, and becoming the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is not impossible!"

Anyway, once she becomes a god, won't she be able to do whatever she says? Bibi Dong thought darkly, the position of Holy Son or Holy Daughter belongs to Na'er!

"I'm not really concerned about these things. Are there any other benefits to becoming your disciple?" Jin Yang asked meaningfully, his gaze sweeping over Bibi Dong, especially lingering on her thighs for a moment.

"Other benefits?" Bibi Dong was taken aback. She thought she had already made a very big promise. The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall meant the cession of ruling power, which involved astronomical amounts of resources.

But when Jin Yang's offensive gaze appeared, Bibi Dong's face darkened, and a fire ignited in her heart. That damned Jin Yang was actually after her.

She raised her scepter, ready to punish the insolent scoundrel, but she froze, a wave of dizziness washing over her. The events of the previous night seemed to replay vividly in her mind; she felt as if she were reliving the entire incident.

Under the moonlight, Jin Yang's perfect and gentle face uncontrollably reappeared before Bibi Dong's eyes, and the unique scent of Jin Yang lingered in her nose, making her lose herself in thought.

No! Bibi Dong woke up with a start. It was the damned evil thoughts of the Rakshasa that were corrupting her. What was going on? Why were the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa erupting so frequently lately?

Unlike previous attempts to incite her bloodlust and dark thoughts, this time the Rakshasa Evil Thoughts completely changed its tactics. Images flooded her mind, and the Rakshasa Evil Thoughts even created new mini-dramas to insert into her consciousness.

For a moment, Bibi Dongfang was in great chaos, her breathing became rapid, and she could hardly stand up.

No, I must go back to seclusion immediately. Bibi Dong supported herself with the scepter in her hand and hurriedly tried to leave.

"Your Holiness? Are you alright?" Jin Yang's voice trailed off, growing closer with each footstep.

Jin Yang sensed the hidden evil thought's plea for mercy, and with a sunny smile on his face, he couldn't help but give the evil thought a thumbs up. Perhaps it was because he had taught the evil thought a lesson last time that it had been frightened.

This time, he didn't do anything; he just stuffed some mysterious ingredient that would enhance sensitivity into the sachet, and Rakshasa's evil thoughts took the initiative to act as his wingman.

"Don't come any closer!" Bibi Dongxiang was drenched in sweat, and her hallucinations were increasing, to the point that she could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Is Your Holiness overworked?" Jin Yang supported Bibi Dong, his warm, spring-like breath making Bibi Dong's delicate body feel weak. "I'll take you to rest."

"What do you want to do? What do you dare to do to me, the Pope? I will skin you alive!" Bibi Dong maintained her last shred of consciousness and said fiercely but weakly. Under the impact of Rakshasa's evil thoughts, she even had difficulty gathering her soul power, otherwise she would have slapped him long ago.

"Your Holiness has quite a few misunderstandings about me, hasn't he?" Jin Yang helped Bibi Dong to the bedside and pushed her down onto the bed. "Your Holiness, you can enjoy yourself from now on."

"How dare you!" A voice of shock and anger rang out, followed by a loud groan—Ah!

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Hu Liena was still worried about Jin Yang. In their short time together, Jin Yang always exuded a friendly aura that made her feel extremely comfortable.

Strength and handsomeness were equally attractive to Hu Liena, and even though she didn't want to admit it, Jin Yang's image kept popping into her mind.

She followed the direction Bibi Dong and Jin Yang had left in. The teacher had only spoken to Jin Yang, so they shouldn't have gone too far. Hu Liena noticed the lounge ahead and thought to herself, "It must be here."

Entering the lounge, Hu Liena looked around; there was no one there, no sign of any teachers.

"Not here?" Hu Liena asked, somewhat puzzled. She planned to leave the lounge and look for her teacher and Jin Yang elsewhere.

a~

But a beautiful robin's song caught Hu Liena's attention. The sound was melodious, like a stone hitting a stream or white clouds drifting into the mountains, making Hu Liena stop in her tracks.

Hu Liena's gaze was drawn uncontrollably to the direction from which the sound came. Her heart raced, she held her breath, and quietly approached the door, listening intently. She could only hear two indistinct voices coming from inside the room.

"How is it? How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? Don't you feel much lighter?"

"Use a little more force." The woman's intoxicated voice made Hu Liena's cheeks flush, and she imagined all sorts of scenes. This, this, this, in broad daylight!

She pressed her ear against the door, swallowing hard. The sounds of the woman's soft voice, the creaking of the wood being squeezed and warped, and the man's soft laughter made Hu Liena curse inwardly.

But Hu Liena felt a strange sensation in her heart. Why did she feel that the two voices sounded somewhat familiar?

It looked like the teacher and Jin Yang? She rubbed her burning face, trying to shut this absurd thought out of her mind.

Putting aside the fact that the teacher and Jin Yang have no relationship whatsoever, and are even hostile to each other.

Who is her teacher? A cold, dignified, and proud Pope of the Spirit Hall. How could she possibly have such thoughts? It would be too blasphemous.