Chapter 114: Bibi Dong's Personal Inspection, Blue Silver Thunder Ode
Lin Qingmo was filled with anticipation at the thought of using lightning tribulation to raise the age limit of his soul ring.
"No."
Bibi Dong's expression darkened at once.
Her tone was resolute, leaving Lin Qingmo no room to argue.
"This kind of thing must wait until I personally confirm that the lightning tribulation poses absolutely no harm to you."
"Come here. I need to examine your body carefully. Lightning tribulation is no joke. If it leaves behind hidden injuries, it could affect your foundation in the future."
Before she had even finished speaking, she had already reached out and pulled Lin Qingmo toward her.
Her slightly cool, soft fingers carried an unquestionable force as they pressed directly against his bare arm, then traced along the lines of his muscles, sliding toward his chest and back…
Wherever her fingertips passed, threads of soul power seeped inward, meticulously probing every flow of soul power within his body and any potential hidden damage.
"W-Wait, Master, I…"
Only then did Lin Qingmo fully snap out of the wild joy brought by his soul ring's advancement.
A fatal realization struck him—
That bolt of lightning tribulation had blasted him like a freshly roasted sweet potato. Every shred of clothing had been reduced to ashes.
He was completely naked!
And now Bibi Dong was inspecting him at close range, without the slightest barrier.
A surge of intense embarrassment exploded in his head. His cheeks burned so hot they could fry an egg.
"Master, I… I really feel fine!"
He attempted a final struggle, his voice even cracking slightly.
Especially when Bibi Dong finished examining his torso, and her gaze seemed to naturally drift elsewhere.
Lin Qingmo felt his soul nearly fly out of his body in fright.
"Th-There's really no need, Master. I'm sure there's no problem!"
Flustered, he tried to cover himself, his face red enough to drip blood.
"Silence."
Bibi Dong lifted her eyes. Her cool purple gaze swept over him, the dominance within it instantly extinguishing his resistance.
"I said I must thoroughly examine whether your body has any hidden injuries."
Her tone was calm, yet it carried the unquestionable authority unique to the Pope.
"A soul master's body is an integrated whole. Even the slightest damage may become an obstacle to breakthroughs in the future, or even backfire upon oneself."
"Do you intend to ruin your own future over a moment of embarrassment?"
She spoke with such righteous composure.
"I…"
The logic was sound.
But hearing it from his Master's mouth, combined with the current situation… Why did it feel so strange?!
Silenced by her words and the sharp gaze beneath her mask, Lin Qingmo's momentum shrank by half.
Grinding his teeth, he could only stiffly and unwillingly move his hands away.
It's over. This is social death!
Right now, he only wished the ground would crack open so he could crawl inside.
Yet this was merely the beginning of his "suffering."
Bibi Dong's inspection was extraordinarily thorough and so meticulous that Lin Qingmo's scalp tingled.
And what made him wish he could self-destruct on the spot was that, in this peak state of awkwardness—
His body reacted in the most undignified way possible.
"…Hmm?"
Bibi Dong paused slightly.
For a fraction of a second, the air seemed to freeze.
Her movements stilled faintly, and a fleeting, unreadable emotion flashed through her eyes so fast it might have been an illusion.
Then her expression returned to normal. In an even calmer tone, she said, "No need to be nervous. This is normal. On the contrary, it proves that your bodily functions are largely intact."
"Ah?"
Lin Qingmo was already stunned, his mind completely overloaded.
What did Master mean by that?
Before his short-circuiting brain could process her words, something even more shocking happened.
Bibi Dong gave a slight nod and, in a tone as though discussing academic research, said:
"Visually, it appears very healthy, with no obvious signs of damage. However, whether its specific functions were affected by the heavenly tribulation still requires further verification."
Functional verification?
Lin Qingmo swallowed hard, though there was no saliva to swallow. His dry throat made a faint gulping sound.
'Master… you don't mean what I think you mean, right?'
The terrifying thought had barely surfaced before Bibi Dong put it into action.
"!!!"
Lin Qingmo's pupils trembled violently. It felt as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head in an instant.
For the next half hour, perhaps longer, he had completely lost his sense of time—
It felt like an absurd, surreal dream.
He stood there like a rigid puppet, every muscle in his body tense.
His mind was blank, incapable of thought, only passively enduring Bibi Dong's "examination."
His entire being was in disarray.
'Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?'
'Could this be a side effect of absorbing the soul ring? Am I hallucinating something outrageous?'
How could Master possibly…
Isn't this plot development a little off?!
This is more outrageous than absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring beyond one's level!
Bibi Dong took in the wonderful expression on his face—a mixture of shock, bashfulness, daze, and questioning his own life.
Deep within her eyes, a faint trace of triumph flickered before she quickly concealed it, returning to a serious expression.
Clearing her throat, she spoke in the tone of someone delivering a formal conclusion:
"Inspection complete. The conclusion is that not only has your body suffered no hidden injuries from the lightning tribulation, but after being tempered by the power of lightning, your overall physical quality has significantly improved."
She paused, her gaze meaningfully sweeping over Lin Qingmo, who had just undergone the "rigorous test," before adding:
"Especially in certain aspects, your tolerance and recovery capabilities have increased considerably."
"This will be very beneficial for facing more intense battles in the future, or… other high-load activities."
"???"
It felt as though literal question marks were rising above Lin Qingmo's head.
'Improved tolerance?'
'High-load activities?'
'Master, what exactly are you talking about?!'
'Why do I understand every word individually, yet feel so flustered when they're put together?!'
He felt like a potato being roasted over an open flame, cooked inside and out, still sizzling.
"Alright, stop spacing out."
Bibi Dong very naturally concluded this "thorough and fulfilling" inspection, as though nothing unusual had occurred.
She smoothly shifted the topic back on track and asked, "Tell me about your fourth soul skill."
"This peculiar soul beast, the Thunder Hell Prison Vine, granted you a growth-type soul ring. It certainly won't have given you an ordinary soul skill."
At the mention of soul skills—
Lin Qingmo's scattered thoughts were forcibly pulled back together.
Right, right, soul skills! Business first!
He hurriedly suppressed the chaotic mess in his heart and focused on the power he had just obtained.
Compared to analyzing the deeper meaning behind his Master's abnormal behavior today, studying a new ability felt far safer.
Taking a deep breath, he circulated his soul power. As the black light of his fourth soul ring flickered faintly—
A stream of information naturally surfaced in his mind.
The thirty-thousand-year Thunder Hell Prison Vine soul ring had granted him a fourth soul skill called:
Blue Silver Thunder Ode!
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End of Chapter