Shortly after Su Xu left the outskirts of the Supreme Pontiff Palace and his figure blended into the night.
The absolute stillness in the second-floor bedroom of the palace villa was replaced by a sudden influx of “time’s flow.” On the bed.
Bibi Dong’s long eyelashes fluttered, and then she opened her eyes.
In her purple eyes, there was initially a trace of post-bath laziness that hadn’t dissipated, but in the next second, that laziness was completely shattered by a strong sense of abnormality!
A familiar soreness and fatigue came from deep within her body.
Along with an indescribable, lingering physiological afterglow that defied her will, it made her instantly sober, as if falling into an ice cellar.
She instinctively let out a short, suppressed “Ngh.”
Then she suddenly bit her lower lip, the color draining from her stunning face, replaced by a pallor mixed with horror, shame, and fury.
She remembered clearly!
She had just finished bathing, was drying her hair while walking out of the bathroom, and was about to call a maid to help dry her long hair, and then…
there was no then!
There was a strange gap in her memory.
When she regained consciousness, it was now, lying uncomfortably on this chillingly soft bed!
Her little sister’s mouth was stuffed full of something; without even thinking, she knew it was that milk, feeding her little sister’s mouth until it was full.
“Again…!” Bibi Dong squeezed out a few words through her teeth, her voice trembling with extreme anger.
She propped herself up, the subtle discomfort from her movements making her frown deeply.
Subconsciously touching her lips, what her tongue tasted wasn’t water, but a strange, slightly sweet scent with a special musk…
it was the taste of milk!
That person…
actually…
fed her those things again.
A lot of milk flavor came from her mouth.
A lot had even gone down her throat; her stomach felt full, warm, and bloated.
“Bastard!
Shameless scum!
Beast!!!”
An unprecedented sense of humiliation and powerlessness from being toyed with bit at Bibi Dong’s heart like a venomous snake, making her almost want to scream out of control.
In all her years as the Supreme Pontiff, controlling the life and death of billions, when had she ever suffered such repeated and inconceivable desecration and humiliation?
However, just as her anger was about to break through her sanity…
On the skin of her lower abdomen, she felt a slight, cold, strange sensation.
Bibi Dong looked down and abruptly pulled open the hem of her yukata—three clear words, like red-hot iron, seared into her vision: “Stop looking.”
The handwriting wasn’t particularly good, even a bit crooked, but the playfulness, mockery, and the calm—or rather, arrogance—of being in total control within it were like the most vicious curse, instantly igniting all the violence and killing intent deep within Bibi Dong’s Soul! This story is hosted at novelping(.)com.
“Ahhh—!!!” Bibi Dong finally couldn’t help but let out a low, destructive roar, her spirit power surging uncontrollably around her.
The Soul Guidance Lamps in the bedroom flickered, the expensive vanity mirror was instantly covered in cracks, and the air was filled with suffocating pressure.
This was not just a violation; it was a blatant provocation!
It was as if the other party was mocking her incompetence, mocking that all her investigations were in vain!
Bibi Dong clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms until blood seeped out.
The sharp pain cooled her raging fire slightly, and a supreme coldness once again covered her eyes.
I can’t panic; the more it’s like this, the less I can panic.
Bibi Dong forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately call people and turn the Spirit Hall upside down.
She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.
She began to replay every detail of the two encounters like a precision instrument.
The memory interruption without warning, the delayed physical sensations, no traces of spirit power or aura left at the scene, and the ability to break through the multiple layers of protection of the Supreme Pontiff Palace and the palace without being detected.
Excluding all impossible factors, the remaining answer, no matter how absurd, must be the truth.
“Time.” Bibi Dong slowly spat out the word, the cold light in her purple eyes like a sharp sword.
“Only the ability to manipulate time could possibly achieve this.”
The first thing Bibi Dong thought of was naturally the Spirit Fusion Ability of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei: the Two-Pole Static Domain.
This Domain had a powerful restraining effect.
But she immediately dismissed most of the idea.
She had seen the Two-Pole Static Domain and personally experienced its power.
That Domain’s primary function is to restrain the target’s movement and spirit power circulation, but it has no effect on the captive’s thoughts or perception.
Being inside it, she would clearly know what was happening, just unable to move, and she could break through with her powerful spirit power.
But what she experienced was a complete memory blank—a segment of time being stolen.
Furthermore, when the Chrysanthemum and Ghost duo joined forces to use the Two-Pole Static Domain, the commotion would definitely not be small.
The spirit power fluctuations couldn’t be hidden at all, and it would be even more impossible to silently envelop the entire palace area without her detecting it beforehand.
With their cultivation levels, it would be almost impossible to completely restrain her current self to the point of having no power to resist, or even being unaware.
But…
if not them, who else could possess such a bizarre and unpredictable ability involving the dimension of time?
Such an ability was unheard of in the Spirit Master’s world.
Once the seed of suspicion is planted, it’s hard to uproot.
Bibi Dong’s gaze became deep and unpredictable.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were, after all, the trusted confidants of the previous Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji.
Although they had been sufficiently submissive over the years and she relied on their strength, deep down, that gap had never truly disappeared. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Who could guarantee they weren’t hiding their true strength?
Or, did their Spirit Fusion Ability have deeper variations she wasn’t aware of?
“But…
what’s the motive?” Bibi Dong frowned.
She had heard rumors of Yue Guan’s quirks; he seemed to have no interest in women.
Gui Mei was even more mysterious and low-profile, staying away from women.
And the two of them had a special relationship…
If it were really them, using such a bizarre and elaborate method just to humiliate and violate her?
It didn’t make logical sense; it seemed more like pure, malicious revenge or a demonstration of power.
But if not them, could there be another terrifying existence hidden within the Spirit Hall, or even on the continent, who possessed time abilities and strength far beyond her imagination?
Why would this existence target her specifically?
Was it merely to…
satisfy an evil desire?
Or was there a deeper purpose?
Her thoughts were like a tangled mess, with every speculation accompanied by new questions and a deeper chill.
Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented sense of isolation and crisis.
The enemy was not only in the shadows with bizarre abilities, but also seemed to know her reactions like the back of their hand, even daring to leave writing to provoke her.
“No matter who you are…
time ability…” Bibi Dong slowly stood up from the bed.
Although her physical discomfort was still obvious, her upright posture regained the majesty and coldness of the Supreme Pontiff.
Walking to the broken vanity mirror, she looked at her pale but determined face in the reflection.
“This Seat will definitely find you.
The power of time is not without its traces.” Bibi Dong already had a new direction for her investigation in mind.
Large-scale public investigations might be ineffective, so she would turn to more secretive methods: consulting all ancient texts, Spirit Master legends, and ruin records related to concepts like “time,” “stasis,” and “slowness”; secretly investigating all of the Chrysanthemum and Ghost duo’s movements, contacts, and any abnormal growth in cultivation over recent years; even…
employing some unconventional, more costly prophecies or detection secret arts.
Furthermore, she would accelerate the Rakshasa God’s God Trial and establish contact with the other side…
She would never sit and wait for death, let alone allow that person hiding their head and tail to continue roaming free, recklessly stuffing her belly with his milk.
Once those heirs lead to a child, the consequences…
as the Supreme Pontiff, she dared not imagine.