"What Mind-Cultivation Technique did Teacher Xin teach me? I seem to... I seem to have begun Fusion with the Rakshasa God's divine force. Does this mean I have passed the Rakshasa God's assessment?"
Bibi Dong sat on the ice jade bed, releasing wisps of purple-gold spirit power, a trace of surprise flashing across her pale yet composed face.
The energy circulating within her body was no longer as violent and chaotic as before. Instead, it moved in a more restrained and refined manner, like a river that had been guided into a stable channel. Though her foundation had been weakened, the quality of her power had subtly improved.
"Teacher instructed that you have just lost a 100,000-year spirit ring and Spirit Bone, and a large amount of spirit power has flowed away. Now is a period of weakness, so it's best not to use spirit power and Spirit Ability during this time, otherwise, it's easy to damage your body."
Just then, several young girls successively gathered in from outside the pavilion.
Senior Sister Ning Rongrong brought a bowl of steaming medicinal soup and placed it on the table beside Bibi Dong's bed. The fragrance of herbs immediately filled the room, rich but not overpowering, clearly prepared with great care.
"This is a nourishing medicinal soup that Teacher had us prepare in advance. It's all brewed from precious-grade and above flowers and herbs, which can nourish the Soul, strengthen the bones, and calm spirit power. Take it three times a day; remember to take it on time."
"Mhm."
Although Ning Rongrong's tone wasn't very good, and she seemed to harbor some hostility and questions towards her, after taking a small sip of the medicinal soup she brought, Bibi Dong already felt a warmth in her heart.
The warmth spread slowly from her throat to her chest, stabilizing her weakened spirit channels. Even she had to admit the effectiveness of the concoction—it was far more refined than ordinary recovery medicine.
This little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is still giving me attitude?
Soon, soon you'll be calling me Senior Sister-in-law!
A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved at the corner of Bibi Dong's lips as she lowered the bowl slightly.
"Teacher, let me feed you. You look so weak. What exactly... did you do with Teacher Xin?"
Hu Liena walked to Bibi Dong's bedside, took the medicinal soup, and gently began feeding her with a spoon. Her expression was soft, but her eyes carried concern she could not fully hide. It was the first time she had seen her teacher in such a fragile state, as though even speaking required effort.
Bibi Dong did not resist. Instead, she allowed the warmth of the soup and the presence of her disciple to steady her breathing.
"Bibi Dong, what exactly did you say to Teacher? I merely went to arrange accommodation and was away for a while, and you dragged Teacher to stay in this Heart of Fire for five days and five nights, so mysterious."
Qian Renxue also stepped forward, her gaze sharp as she studied Bibi Dong carefully. Her tone carried a natural distance, mixed with suspicion that had never fully faded.
At first, there had been a flicker of reluctance in her eyes, but it quickly turned cold again, like frost settling over glass.
"I'm warning you, if you dare to be detrimental to the academy or attack Teacher, our Elder Palace will not stand by and do nothing."
The air in the pavilion grew slightly tense at her words.
Bibi Dong slowly raised her gaze toward Qian Renxue, her expression calm and unbothered, as if the threat held no weight at all.
"Don't worry, you will understand later. And even if you harbor ill intentions towards the academy, I won't."
Her voice softened slightly at the end, almost reflective rather than confrontational.
Then she added, with quiet certainty:
"Xue'er, remember, a teacher for a day is a father for life. From now on, you must respect and love Teacher Xin as your own father, understand?"