Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Her Martial Soul True Form was automatically activated at this moment, and the sacred Blue Silver Emperor phantom behind her suddenly solidified, shining brightly.

The golden veins on the leaves shimmered continuously, the vines swayed gently, and the entire Blue Silver Emperor plant stretched out, enveloping the entire cave.

The vines touched the spring of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, greedily absorbing the purest primordial energy in this world.

The immortal herbs that had not yet taken human form trembled with fear at the sight. But they could not resist the overwhelming aura of a king and instinctively leaned towards Ah Yin.

At that moment, the life energy in the entire space suddenly intensified.

The primordial energy, which had been flowing slowly, now seemed to be stirred up by some force, and began to swirl and gather violently.

They surge in from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a visible tide of life.

Waves of pale golden light surged toward Ah Yin, engulfing her figure in the sea of ​​light.

The white mist above the icy pool rapidly melted away, and the bubbling water above the hot spring quickly subsided, as the vital energy that had been lingering in the air was frantically extracted.

It transformed into the burgeoning life force within Ah Yin's body. The entire Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye trembled, as if the entire world was cheering for the Blue Silver Emperor's transformation. Yue Qingge stood at the edge, gazing at the faintly visible figure in the center, her lips moving slightly as she silently uttered two words. "Mother..."

Spirit world.

Amidst swirling clouds and mist, a majestic palace floats suspended in the void. Deep within the palace, a woman leans against a swing. She wears a pale green divine robe embroidered with intricate life patterns, each pattern shimmering with emerald light.

A matching silk sash was tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, but unfortunately no one could appreciate it.

Her face was extremely beautiful, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn waters, a high nose bridge, and full lips.

What is most striking is her long green hair, which spreads out like a green ocean, with tiny golden streaks shimmering gently with her breath.

She is, in fact, the Goddess of Life.

At this moment, she was resting with her eyes closed when suddenly her brows furrowed slightly, and her slender hands, which were folded in front of her abdomen, trembled slightly.

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation emanated from a corner of the lower realm, piercing through the barriers of time and space, and the barriers of the divine realm, quietly reaching her senses.

That was the aura of the life source that shared the same origin as her.

She opened her emerald eyes, her pupils shimmering with a pale golden light—a symbol of holding the power of life.

She gently raised her right hand, and with a wave of her slender, white hand, the clouds and mist on the palace dome vanished, revealing a transparent void.

Through that wondrous life connection, a scene of a lower plane slowly emerged in the void.

The God of Life's gaze fell on Ah Yin, carefully examining the life force emanating from her.

Her brows furrowed even deeper, and a complex emotion, along with a hint of curiosity, flashed in her emerald eyes.

Chapter 122 Another Three Years

With a slight thought, the God of Life summoned a gentle, green phantom that slowly emerged from the depths of Ah Yin's consciousness, its light and shadow shimmering.

"Hello, inheritor of life." The illusory figure gradually solidified, transforming into the silhouette of an elegant and otherworldly woman, her eyes smiling, her voice gentle yet imbued with ancient majesty, "I am the Goddess of Life, you may call me Life."

Ah Yin gazed at the ethereal figure before her, its entire body shimmering with emerald light, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes. She bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Senior. May I ask what brings you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her brows furrowed slightly in the depths of her mind, and her fingers, hidden in her sleeves, clenched quietly.

The god of life gazed at her silently, his eyes like water, as if they could penetrate the depths of her soul.

A moment later, the God-King raised an eyebrow slightly. She caught a very familiar aura on Ah Yin, which stirred her heart.

"Are you willing to accept the test of the god of life?" she asked directly, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"If you can complete it, you can try to inherit this divine position. However, the God of Life is one of the five great god-kings, and its difficulty is far beyond that of ordinary gods." Ah Yin pondered for a moment, her eyes revealing a stubbornness: "How does the God of Life compare to the Sea God?"

For her, the biggest unresolved issue has always been the enemy who harbored deep hatred towards her baby.

She had already learned of the feud between Yue Qingge and the Sea God from Bibi Dong, and naturally wanted to gain the upper hand.

Upon hearing this, the God of Life smiled faintly, a hint of arrogance flashing in his emerald eyes: "Although the God of Life does not presume to wage war, his divine power alone is enough to suppress the Sea God, a first-level deity."

"I see." A glimmer of light appeared in Ah Yin's eyes, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly. "Then I'm willing to accept."

The goddess of life smiled radiantly, her eyes crinkling with a gentle curve. She extended her delicate, white hand, and in her palm lay a vibrant green seed, its entire being luminous and translucent, as if it contained the very life force of the entire forest.

“This is the seed of life, representing my choice of you.” Her voice grew more solemn. “It will awaken when your soul power breaks through its limit.”

After speaking, the green figure of the God of Life began to slowly dissipate, turning into countless shimmering particles of light, fluttering like fireflies.

Just as she was about to disappear completely, she suddenly turned her head and glanced meaningfully at a certain empty space, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"No wonder it felt so familiar...it was you."

As the words faded, the abundant life essence surged into Ah Yin's body. Ah Yin's body blazed with green light, her black hair flew wildly, and although her soul power did not increase, her level of life underwent a qualitative transformation imperceptibly.

That is not an accumulation of quantity, but a leap in the origin of life.

In Yue Qingge's eyes, her snow-white skin became even more radiant, and her brows and eyes exuded a more dignified air.

Yue Qingge stood in front of A Yin, watching her slowly open her eyes. Just as she was about to ask a question, a sudden, urgent warning exploded in her mind.

[Warning! Warning! A God-King has descended!]

Yue Qingge's heart skipped a beat, but then she breathed a sigh of relief. The God of Life's gaze had finally fallen upon her.

He had no worries about his safety; there was no safer place in the world than by the side of the God of Life.

A short while later, Ah Yin slowly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be a flowing light moving deep in her pupils.

Looking at the handsome face so close to hers, a soft smile appeared in her eyes. Without hesitation, she tiptoed and gently pecked Yue Qingge's lips, her gesture filled with tender affection.

“I saw the Goddess of Life.” She stepped back slightly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously touched her lips. “She gave me a seed of life.”

Ah Yin never hid anything from Yue Qingge, recounting everything she saw and heard in detail.

“This is what Mom deserves.” Yue Qingge smiled slightly, took her hand, and gently clasped it. “Let’s go back.”

While A Yin was meditating, Yue Qingge had already finished picking most of the immortal herbs in the cave.

However, after that magnificent tide of life and the leakage of essence, new immortal herbs sprouted on the originally somewhat desolate cave walls, making the place lush and vibrant with life.

The two walked slowly to the cave entrance, where a sea of ​​blue silver grass came into view, with countless vines intertwined and entwined, sealing the entire cave entrance tightly.

Ah Yin and Yue Qingge exchanged a glance, and a blue-silver barrier, interwoven with emerald and silver, quietly took shape, isolating this secret realm from the world.

Three years later. ② Three years have passed, and subtle changes have quietly taken place within the Spirit Hall. Many people have been replaced by Bibi Dong without her noticing, and the connection with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has deepened day by day, with undercurrents surging.

Yue Qingge studied at the academy while traveling between Tianshui Academy and Yuexuan.

On this day, Yue Qingge sat at Bibi Dong's desk, leaning lazily against the back of her chair.

Bibi Dong, sitting opposite him, lowered her eyes slightly, her long, narrow eyes tilting upwards as she looked at him with a half-smile, her eyes full of mischief.

"I heard—" she drawled, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"You've been having some rumors with that princess of the Heaven Dou Empire lately, haven't you?" Yue Qingge's expression stiffened, and he coughed twice. "Ahem, it's because I'm trying to infiltrate Heaven Dou, and this princess can help introduce me to her..." As he spoke, he shifted uncomfortably.

Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, her cascading hair cascading down her shoulders, a few strands falling onto the gleaming tabletop, her gaze fixed on Yue Qingge's face. "Is that so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly, her voice rising in an ambiguous tone. As she spoke, she stood up, her metal stilettos clicking softly on the floor, her skirt swaying gently with each step, releasing a faint, lingering fragrance.

Bi Dong circled behind him, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids and musk, "It's not just that one princess. Has someone been a little too relaxed lately?"

She straightened up, a hint of reproach in her voice: "Do I need my mother's supervision and love now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lightly tapped his shoulder with her fingertips, neither too light nor too heavy.

Yue Qingge sat stiffly in the chair, staring at the beautiful, smiling face in front of her, not daring to move at all.

A faint smile played on Bibi Dong's lips, her beautiful eyes half-closed. "My baby," Bibi Dong leaned close to his ear, her voice soft and gentle, tinged with a hint of playful reproach, "you're such a heartbreaker. Mommy's getting a little jealous, what should I do?"

Warm breath sprayed onto his earlobes and neck, and Yue Qingge felt a tingling sensation spread from the tips of his ears to half of his body.

He unconsciously tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Upon hearing this, a hint of a smile flashed in Yue Qingge's eyes, and her hands slowly traced across the hem of her gorgeous dress, creating a soft rustling sound.

He could feel Bibi Dong's body stiffen slightly, then soften again.

“If Mom can get jealous, it means she hasn’t eaten enough.” He said in a low voice, with a hint of seduction. “I have indeed neglected Mom recently. How does Mom want me to make it up to her?”

pat.

With a soft sound, Bibi Dong's delicate foot, clad in a metal high heel, suddenly lifted and landed steadily on Yue Qingge's chair.

She leaned down on one leg, her graceful figure swaying gently, captivating all who beheld her. She bent down, her slender fingers lifting Yue Qingge's chin slightly, forcing him to meet her gaze.

Chapter 123 High Heels and Ice Cream

Her beautiful eyes, half reproachful and half amused, gazed intently at him, their allure captivating with every glance. ① Bibi Dong's thumb gently caressed his jawline, her voice languid and seductive, "As a good child, shouldn't you listen to your mother?"

Yue Qingge helplessly spread her hands, looking resolute as if she were about to face execution, but her eyes clearly said that she had already surrendered and was ready to leave.

Bibi Dong looked at his expression and nodded in satisfaction. Her gaze shifted and landed on her own delicate foot, then she glanced at Yue Qingge with a half-smile.

Yue Qingge's gaze was unconsciously fixed on it, and Bibi Dong could even feel that the gaze was almost tangible.

Bibi Dong smiled knowingly, her red lips curving into a captivating arc. However, to avoid hurting him, she gently covered Yue Qingge's eyes with one hand, while her other hand deftly slipped off her metal high heels. Yue Qingge's vision was obscured; he could see nothing but the warmth of her palm and darkness.

But he wasn't entirely without "resistance." He tilted his head slightly and stuck out his tongue. However, he found that his tongue couldn't reach it. Bibi Dong watched this scene, seeing him sticking out his tongue but unable to reach it, and was both amused and exasperated. Her beautiful eyes curved into two crescent moons: "Are you a dog? You can't even reach it with such a long tongue, aren't you silly?" She scolded him playfully, but her fingers moved slightly, shifting her palm down a bit, so that it was just right next to his lips, allowing him to reach them.

"This is my love for my mother," Yue Qingge said indistinctly, her tongue finally landing on her palm, continuing to wander, leaving warm, moist traces.

"I wouldn't lick anyone else." His voice was muffled, carrying the slight tremor of his tongue's vibrations that traveled to her palm, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through her.

Bibi Dong's palms were itching from his teasing, and her entire arm was covered in goosebumps. She was both annoyed and amused, but she still endured the sticky, wet feeling and completely took off her high heels.

Her lotus-like foot, encased in a glossy silver-gray stocking, was revealed. The arch of her foot was perfect, and her five toes were slightly curled, as translucent as five fine Alpenliebe lollipops. Her toenails were painted with bright red cardamom, making them even more alluring under the light.

Her calves have smooth and beautiful lines, and her ankles are slender, with every curve just right.

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, enduring the dampness and stickiness from her palms. Her lotus foot, which was hanging over the chair, nimbly hooked onto Yue Qingge's waistband, and her toes deftly pulled it down, along with her inner garment.

The farm tools, already brimming with energy, were exposed and trembled slightly in the air as they were launched.

Even through her stockings, Bibi Dong could feel the scorching heat emanating from the soles of her feet.

Once her toes landed on it, gently grasping the crown and swirling it around, Bibi Dong withdrew her hand, which had been licked until it was wet, her fingertips still glistening with moisture. As she withdrew, her fingertips inadvertently brushed against her lips, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

Yue Qingge let out a muffled groan. The toes wrapped in silver-gray stockings felt delicate yet slightly rough to the touch.

The texture of the stockings rubbed against his most sensitive coronal fossa, sending a tingling, electric-like sensation through him. He could clearly feel her toes tighten and loosen with each movement.

She could even feel her pulse pounding wildly at that point, creating a strange resonance with her movements.

He gazed at her alluring figure, standing on one leg, relying solely on her lotus-like foot for balance, her slender waist swaying slightly, her hair falling from her shoulder, creating an enticing arc in front of her. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Mom, that posture... isn't very elegant." Before he finished speaking, he reached out and touched Bibi Dong's ornate skirt, his fingertips just brushing the hem...

"stop!"

Bibi Dong snapped, her beautiful eyes glaring at her, but her voice sounded more like a coy murmur, "My punishment is that only I can touch you, and you can't touch me."

Yue Qingge's hand froze in mid-air, her fingertips still lingering on the silky feel of her skirt and the fleeting warmth of her thigh beneath it.

His pupils widened slightly as he stared at her in disbelief, then a smile spread across his lips: "Mom, isn't this punishment... punishing yourself?"

Bibi Dong was taken aback by what she heard. She blinked, and a rare look of dazedness appeared in her charming eyes. Two blushes rose on her cheeks.

But she still maintained her composure, giving him a fierce glare. Though it was a stare, it was gentle as spring water, lacking any intimidation, and instead making him itch with desire: "You're so talkative! Wait until I get this farm tool, then I'll deal with you."

She ignored Yue Qingge and focused all her attention on the "farm tool".

Under Bibi Dong's coercion and enticement—that ice cream wrapped in a silver-gray, shiny stocking—Yue Qingge's pre-ejaculate slowly overflowed, soaking the stocking until it was wet and translucent.

The liquid seeped through the thin stockings, sticking to her snow-white skin on the soles of her feet. It was sticky and warm, and she could even feel the liquid spreading outwards along the texture of the stockings.

The smooth silk mixed with the sticky liquid became exceptionally slippery, gently rubbing and rolling on his farm tools, each slide producing a soft "squeak" sound. Even more lethal was her incredibly nimble toes, like mischievous little hands, circling and gently pinching along the coronal sulcus, each friction precisely grinding over the most sensitive spot.

Yue Qingge could feel her toes first pressing down on the tips with her thumbs and gently grinding, then tightening the other four fingers in turn, and then slowly releasing, repeating this process.

The force and rhythm of each strike were different, making it impossible for him to predict what he would feel in the next second.

But each spin carries just the right amount of force, neither too light nor too heavy, yet perfectly capable of stirring up the deepest joy.

"Hiss!" Yue Qingge gasped, a surge of pleasure coursing through his limbs like an electric current. Several times he tried to reach out and cause trouble, but each time he was stopped by Bibi Dong's ambiguous smile.

When he curls his fingers back, Bibi Dong's toes will reward him by applying a little more pressure, as if to say, "Good boy."

This invisible reward and punishment system forced him to obediently sit back down. Mom… she's so mean.

After struggling for a while, Bibi Dong saw that he showed no signs of defeat. On the contrary, she herself had been standing on one leg for so long that her leg was a little sore and trembling, and her ankle was also slightly aching. She finally pulled her foot away, and her silver-gray stockings were already glistening with water, with wet patches winding down her arch and soaking most of her sole.

A thin silver thread stretched between her toes, trembling in the air before breaking. The sticky feeling on the soles of her feet made her frown slightly before relaxing. The damp coolness seeped into her snow-white skin through the stockings, creating a unique kind of stimulation.

As she withdrew her foot, her toe inadvertently brushed against Yue Qingge's calf. Bibi Dong stacked the documents on the table to one side, slowly sat down on the smooth surface, and leaned back lazily.

With one hand supporting her behind her back, her fingertips gently bracing her body, and the other hand lightly hooking onto the only remaining high heel on her foot.

The toes of her shoes were still dangling gently in the air. She wasn't in a hurry to take them off; she just used her toes to lift them, fully displaying the perfect arch of her foot. The faint blue veins were visible through the tight stockings, making her look even more real and alluring.

He finally couldn't bear it any longer and stood up, snatched the high heel off her feet, and grabbed her slender ankle.

"Mom, if you keep doing this, I'm going to... take the initiative."