Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 668 Celebrating with Bibi Dong

As dawn fully bathed the courtyard, Dai Chengfeng concealed his aura.

A night of contemplation and experimentation brought him to an unprecedented peak.

Although his soul power was greatly depleted due to the two soul ring explosions, the power that had been infused with the essence of the soul rings made his foundation even more solid, like steel that had been tempered.

Although the quantity was reduced, the quality improved dramatically.

He changed into a clean black outfit and tidied his appearance while looking at the reflection of the water tank in the courtyard.

The boy in the mirror had bright, star-like eyes and a faint smile on his lips, but behind that smile lay a secret known only to himself.

The secret of the exploding rings.

He doesn't plan to tell anyone about this for the time being, including Bibi Dong.

It's not that I don't trust him, but it involves too many things—how could he comprehend the secrets of the Haotian Sect without guidance?
This involves many things he can't say directly.

"Some secrets can only belong to oneself," Dai Chengfeng murmured to himself as he pushed open the door and went out.

The air in the Papal Palace was exceptionally crisp in the early morning, and traces of night dew still lingered on the bluestone-paved road.

The patrolling Templar Knights bowed and greeted him.

Dai Chengfeng nodded politely in response, and continued walking straight into the depths of the Papal Palace without stopping.

He knew Bibi Dong's habit—every morning after dealing with the most urgent government affairs, she would have some time alone, usually in a small hall next to her bedchamber.

At this time, she didn't like to be disturbed, but Dai Chengfeng was an exception.

After passing through layers of corridors, we arrived at the secluded courtyard at the deepest part of the Papal Palace.

Two cardinals stood guard outside the courtyard gate. Upon seeing Dai Chengfeng, one of them bowed slightly and said, "Young Master Dai, His Holiness the Pope has instructed that you may enter directly upon your arrival."

Dai Chengfeng's heart skipped a beat—Bibi Dong was indeed waiting for him.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, the view of the courtyard comes into view.

Unlike the solemnity of other parts of the Papal Palace, this place feels more like a private residence.

A cobblestone path meanders through a meticulously maintained garden, where a few late-blooming cherry trees are still in bloom, their pink and white petals gently falling in the morning breeze.

Deep within the courtyard stands an exquisite white building.

Dai Chengfeng walked to the door with practiced ease and gently knocked.

"Come in." Bibi Dong's voice came from inside the door, calm with a hint of languor.

Dai Chengfeng pushed open the door and entered.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance—the kind of lavender and sandalwood incense that Bibi Dong often used, but today it also had a hint of sweet moisture.

Dai Chengfeng looked up and his breath hitched slightly.

Bibi Dong stood by the window, her back to him, a light purple silk robe loosely wrapped around her body, her wet purple hair cascading over her shoulders, clearly having just taken a bath.

The morning light slanted in through the window, casting a soft halo around her, and her already perfect curves were faintly visible beneath the thin silk robe.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned around.

After her bath, Bibi Dong appeared less dignified than usual, and more languid and gentle.

Her unmade-up cheeks had a faint blush, and her eyes were much gentler than usual.

She looked at Dai Chengfeng, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You've arrived earlier than I expected."

Dai Chengfeng composed himself and stepped forward: "There are some things I want to share with you as soon as possible."

"Oh?"

Bibi Dong walked to the small round table in the center of the room and sat down gracefully.

Just as Dai Chengfeng had expected, there was an opened bottle of red wine on the table, and two crystal glasses reflected an amber luster in the morning light.

"Is it about yesterday's victory?"

Dai Chengfeng sat down opposite her, his gaze sweeping over the red wine on the table, a warm feeling rising in his heart.

Bibi Dong rarely drank in the early morning; this bottle of wine was a celebratory drink prepared for him. "Yes and no."

Dai Chengfeng took the wine glass from Bibi Dong, gently swirled it, and watched the wine swirl in the glass.

"Defeating Tang San and his group, fulfilling your expectations, is certainly something to celebrate, but more importantly..."

He paused, carefully choosing his words: "More importantly, that battle made me understand many things."

Bibi Dong took a sip of wine, a probing look flashing in her eyes: "For example?"

"For example, the nature of power."

Dai Chengfeng spoke slowly, his words half true and half false—he was indeed thinking about power, but about the principles behind the exploding rings, not what Bibi Dong thought.

"For example, how to maximize the effectiveness of every bit of soul power..."

Bibi Dong listened quietly, her purple eyes reflecting Dai Chengfeng's earnest face.

After a long silence, she sighed softly, "You always manage to come up with something, whether it's random or not, Dai Chengfeng."

She stood up, walked behind Dai Chengfeng, and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

Dai Chengfeng could feel the warmth of her fingertips and smell the fresh fragrance of her body after her bath.

“Do you know,” Bibi Dong’s voice rang in my ears, as gentle as the wind, “that I once firmly believed in Yu Xiaogang’s theories.”

"The age of a Soul Ring determines the upper limit of a Soul Master; this is an ironclad rule, until you appeared."

She tightened her fingers slightly: "You absorbed a ten-thousand-year soul ring as a Soul Master, breaking a shackle."

"Fine, let's not talk about him anymore..."

Bibi Dong sat back down and raised her glass: "To yesterday's victory."

The two wine glasses clinked gently together, producing a crisp sound.

As the wine enters the throat, its rich, slightly astringent, fruity flavor melts on the tip of the tongue.

Dai Chengfeng put down his wine glass and suddenly asked, "What do you think Yu Xiaogang will think if he saw yesterday's battle?"

Bibi Dong's eyes turned cold for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure: "He will be shocked, confused, and will try to explain it with his theory."

"But he can't explain it, because your very existence is the biggest negation of his theory."

Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm, but Dai Chengfeng sensed the complex emotions within it—a certain obsession with the past, disappointment in those he had once trusted, and perhaps even a trace of barely perceptible pain.

Are you satisfied?

Dai Chengfeng looked directly into her eyes, "See his theories shattered, see his disciple defeated by me?"

Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment.

Birdsong drifted in from outside the window, its melodious chirping filling the air.

The morning light shifted a little further, shining on her damp hair, making it gleam with a crystalline sheen.

"satisfy."

She concluded, her voice soft but firm, "But what pleases me even more is that you didn't stop at victory."

She raised her glass again, but this time she didn't speak; she just looked at Dai Chengfeng quietly.

Dai Chengfeng raised his glass in response, and the two drank together, letting the silence spread in the air. But the silence was not awkward; instead, it had a tacit understanding that did not require words.

After a few rounds of drinks, Dai Chengfeng felt his cheeks getting slightly hot.

He put down his wine glass, suddenly stood up, and walked to Bibi Dong's side.

"what happened?"

Bibi Dong looked up at him, her purple eyes reflecting the morning light.

Dai Chengfeng did not answer, but reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

(End of this chapter)