The last rays of the setting sun completely sank into the western mountains, and as the lights of Spirit City began to flicker on, the Popes Palace area was illuminated by the soft light of Soul Guidance Lamps, appearing quiet and solemn.
Su Xu and Roger still stood like statues at the junction of shadow and light at the corridor entrance, their armor only making barely audible friction sounds when they occasionally made minute adjustments to their center of gravity.
A steady and unique sound of footsteps approached from afar.
It was the light sound of the bottom of the Supreme Pontiff’s Scepter, inlaid with special metal, making contact with the smooth stone slabs, sounding exceptionally clear in the silent space.
A purple-gold figure, surrounded by several close attendants, walked slowly from the direction of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
It was Bibi Dong, who had finished her day’s official business.
There was a hint of imperceptible fatigue on her face, but her pace remained steady and majestic.
As she passed the corridor entrance, her gaze habitually swept over the guards on both sides.
When her vision brushed past Su Xu, she paused for half a second.
She seemed to recognize this young knight whose name she had casually asked in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace a few days ago.
However, it didn’t cause much of a ripple in her heart.
Guard rotations were a common occurrence and were a rule she had personally set to prevent the slackness or opportunities that fixed posts might bring.
It was perfectly normal for a Spirit Ancestor guard to be transferred from the front of the palace to the perimeter of the bedchambers.
She only had a vague subconscious impression of the name “Su Xu” and that face.
She then stopped paying attention and walked straight into the depths of the corridor, her figure soon disappearing behind the exquisite courtyards and buildings.
Su Xu maintained his saluting posture until the sound of footsteps faded, then slowly stood up straight.
Beneath his lowered eyelids, a flash of uncontrollable excitement flickered in the depths of his eyes.
The prey had returned to the nest.
For the next period of time, some faint movements came from within the palace.
Attendants carrying trays covered with silver lids entered and exited quietly and orderly, and a faint scent of food seemed to drift in the air.
Clearly, Bibi Dong was having dinner.
Su Xu suppressed the agitation in his heart, acting like the most experienced hunter, continuing to perform his duties as a “Guard Knight.”
His gaze sharply surveyed the surroundings while his ears were pricked up, capturing every sound from the direction of the bedchambers, silently calculating the time in his heart.
As the night deepened, the bustle of Spirit City’s inner city gradually subsided, leaving only the rhythmic footsteps of patrol teams and the low hum of distant Soul Guidance Lamps.
Time passed, minute by minute.
When the eight o’clock bell rang faintly from the distant bell tower, echoing under the silent night sky.
Now is the time!
A sharp light exploded in Su Xu’s eyes, and without any further hesitation, he chanted in his heart: “Clock Martial Soul, Time Stop!” It was silent, yet it felt as if the Laws of heaven and earth had been abruptly altered.
With Su Xu as the center, colors faded, sounds were extinguished, and motion froze.
Falling leaves hung in mid-air, the raised feet of the patrol team were frozen in the air, and the light from the Soul Guidance Lamps was like solid amber… This chapter is updated first at novelping(.)com.
The entire World, except for Su Xu himself, fell into an absolute, deathly silence and stillness.
The bedchamber area was naturally completely enveloped within this terrifying Domain.
Su Xu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his racing heart and surging blood.
He quickly unfastened some armor pieces that might hinder his movement, carefully placed them in the shadows by the sentry post, and then, like a ghost, he moved and flickered into the corridor leading to the depths of the bedchambers.
His speed was extremely fast, his footsteps as light as a cat’s, leaving behind series of afterimages in the frozen World.
He passed through the meticulously tended gardens, went around the courtyards decorated with fountains, and crossed several gates…
The distance of several hundred meters was covered in an instant.
Before his eyes appeared an independent, elegantly and grandly styled villa-like building.
This was the true core of Bibi Dong’s daily life—the inner palace.
Outside the main doors of the inner palace, two female Guard Knights in light armor, with beautiful faces but sharp gazes, stood with swords in hand like two white jade statues.
They were Bibi Dong’s most trusted personal guards, their strength far exceeding that of ordinary Guard Knights, but in this moment’s Time Stop Domain, they were no different from dust.
Su Xu only gave them a casual glance, reached out, and pushed open that magnificent door.
He stepped into the first floor of the inner palace.
The interior decoration was extremely beautiful and elegant, covered with thick velvet carpets and displaying precious spirit tools and artworks; the air was filled with a faint, refreshing incense.
The first-floor hall was empty, with only the “frozen” flames in the fireplace emitting illusory light and heat.
Su Xu did not stop, silently ascending the spiral staircase covered with soft carpet to the second floor.
His goal was clear—Bibi Dong’s bedroom.
The second floor was more private and quiet.
He soon found the bedroom door, which was wider than the other doors and carved with patterns of violets and spiders.
From beneath the door gap, a warm glow of light peeked through.
Su Xu held his breath and gently pushed open the door.
The scene inside caused him to instantly feel as if he had been struck by the most powerful immobilizing Spirit Ability; his pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing came to a standstill!
The bedroom was connected to a spacious terrace bathroom.
At this moment, the bathroom door was wide open, and the steaming, floral-scented heat seemed to have frozen, appearing as a hazy solid state.
And the figure who had just stepped out of the bathroom was frozen right in the center of the bedroom on the soft carpet.
It was Bibi Dong.
She had clearly just finished bathing, wearing only a silk, form-fitting purple bathrobe.
The style of the bathrobe was not revealing, yet it perfectly hugged the breathtaking curves of her body.
Her wet, light purple long hair was draped over her shoulders and back, with small water droplets still clinging to the ends, shimmering with a crystalline luster under the soft light of the Soul Guidance Lamp in the bedroom.
One of her delicate, jade-like hands held a snow-white towel as she tilted her head slightly, wiping the strands of hair falling over her shoulder.
This movement fully exposed the graceful lines of her neck; the curve from her jaw to her collarbone was a masterpiece of God.
Her other hand hung naturally at her side, her fingertips tinged with a faint pink from the warm water.
The hem of the bathrobe ended just past the back of her knees, revealing a section of smooth, jade-like, straight, and slender calves.
Her bare feet stepped on the dark carpet, her ankles were exquisite, and her toes were as rounded as pearls, also carrying traces of undried water.
Her face lacked the heavy, majestic makeup of the Supreme Pontiff seen during the day.
She was as pure as a lotus emerging from water, her skin glowing with a faint, enticing pink from the steam, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen.
Her long, curled eyelashes also seemed to carry fine mist.
Her eyes were slightly lowered, losing some of their sharpness and gaining a touch of post-bath laziness and softness.
The straight bridge of her nose, the slightly pursed pale pink lips—every detail was exquisitely breathtaking.
Water droplets slid slowly down her swan-like neck, now frozen in time.
Some disappeared into the collar of her bathrobe, some lingered in the hollow of her exquisite collarbone, and some followed the smooth skin of her arms downward…
This stunning image of the ‘Supreme Pontiff Emerging from the Bath.’
Combining nobility, laziness, cleanliness, and an undefended, ultimate allure, the impact far exceeded anything Su Xu had previously imagined.
*Gulp.* Su Xu, quite pathetically, subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
The sound of his Adam’s apple moving seemed exceptionally loud in the absolute silence of the Time Stop Domain.
He felt his blood flow accelerate instantly, his heart pounding against his chest, as a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen and instantly spread to his entire body.
Beautiful…
so beautiful!
Beautiful enough to be breathtaking, beautiful enough to not seem Mortal, beautiful enough to make his long-suppressed wicked thoughts and possessiveness erupt like a volcano!
Involuntarily, he lightened his steps, walking step by step toward the peerless Supreme Pontiff frozen in time.
As the distance closed, a clearer, more enchanting fragrance wafted toward him.
It was no longer the majestic incense of the palace, but a blend of the fragrance of high-grade bathing flowers, the warmth of the steam, and Bibi Dong’s own unique, incredibly tantalizing body scent.
This scent entered his nose and reached straight to his heart, making his mind wander.
He couldn’t help but take a deep breath, as if wanting to completely claim this private scent belonging to the Supreme Pontiff as his own.
Su Xu stopped in front of Bibi Dong, just a breath away.
His gaze greedily lingered on that peerless, bare face so close at hand, the slightly open collar of the bathrobe, the wet purple hair, the skin dripping with water…
The Time Stop Domain quietly enveloped everything, granting him the power to do as he pleased and freezing this scene that could drive any man mad.
The fiery flames in his eyes had already begun to burn fiercely.