"…This…"
After hearing the order, Chrysanthemum Douluo's face showed not the slightest hint of decisiveness. Instead, it visibly collapsed.
He pinched his orchid finger, eyes pitifully fixed on Bibi Dong, his posture resembling a cat that had missed its dried fish.
"Supreme Pontiff, Your Excellency…"
His voice softened by three degrees, carrying a tragic sincerity.
"You see… it's already late. Food is steel to a person—miss one meal and the hunger becomes unbearable."
"How about I… fill my stomach first, and then go carry out the task?"
The straw Bibi Dong had just lifted to her lips stopped mid-air.
She stared expressionlessly at the Titled Douluo in front of her—whose entire face screamed I want to eat—and a vein twitched at her temple.
"Old Ghost…" Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed plaintively in Ghost Douluo's direction. "He's already ordered. He's just waiting for me."
Bibi Dong followed his finger.
Ghost Douluo sat bolt upright, two bowls and two sets of chopsticks placed neatly in front of him. A plate of stir-fried pork kidney, a plate of leek-scrambled eggs, a roasted chicken, peanuts, and a pot of wine were arranged with ritual precision.
He hadn't touched a thing.
He simply sat there, unmoving, like a stone statue waiting for his partner to come home.
Beside him sat Ye Lingshuang, quietly waiting for her "teacher."
Bibi Dong sighed.
"Enough. Go eat."
She waved her hand impatiently.
"I'll send someone else."
"Thank you, Supreme Pontiff!"
Ch
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face instantly bloomed like a chrysanthemum in full spring.
He gave an exaggerated bow, then scurried over with cheerful, almost skipping steps and dropped into the seat opposite Ghost Douluo.
"Old Ghost! Haven't seen you all morning—did you miss me?"
"And little Yan Yan, did you absorb all the Immortal Herb knowledge I taught you last night?"
Ye Lingshuang poured wine for the two Douluo and nodded obediently.
"Yes. I've written everything down."
Not far away, Dugu Bo suddenly remembered something.
His heart skipped.
A sense of danger surged.
He leaned toward his granddaughter, lowering his voice, his expression tight with concern.
"Yan Yan… the captain of that Imperial Fighting Team of yours… he's from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, isn't he?"
Dugu Yan nodded.
"Yes. Yu Tianheng."
She silently added in her heart—
And I used to think he was quite impressive… maybe even had a small crush.
Dugu Bo swallowed hard.
Cold sweat almost slid down his back.
At a time like this, being entangled with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was the equivalent of hanging oneself and asking Death to hurry.
"From today onward!"
His hand tightened on her shoulder.
"Immediately. Right now. You are forbidden from having any contact whatsoever with that Yu fellow."
"If you see him on the street, walk around him. Do you hear me?"
Dugu Yan was startled by his sudden severity.
But she wasn't naïve.
Her gaze swept the hall.
First—Bibi Dong, who had just issued a command targeting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and was now calmly sipping milk tea.
Then—Lin Feng beside her.
The man who had casually triggered the ultimate evolution of her and her grandfather's martial souls.
Unfathomable. Untouchable.
Finally, she looked back at her grandfather's face, which clearly said agree or I'll die of anxiety.
Dugu Yan understood instantly.
She nodded solemnly.
"Grandpa, don't worry."
"From today on, Yan Yan will have absolutely no dealings with anyone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
As for Yu Tianheng?
As for that vague, youthful infatuation?
Ridiculous.
A crush can't be eaten.
A crush can't save your life.
In front of beings who could decide the survival of an entire clan, what was a man who wasn't even a boyfriend worth?
Even if he were her boyfriend right now, she'd kick him aside without hesitation.
Being blinded by love was a dead end.
Clinging to Senior's thigh—that was survival.
Seeing his granddaughter so sensible, Dugu Bo finally exhaled deeply, his heart settling.
"That's right… eat, eat."
However, even Bibi Dong hadn't anticipated just how smoothly her plan would unfold.
She didn't need to send anyone to stir the flames.
The civilians—fresh from a life-and-death escape, hatred boiling in their chests—ignored their exhaustion.
Without any instigation, they spontaneously formed a protest procession.
Holding crude banners, they tearfully denounced the brutality of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect throughout the streets of Spirit City.
And Spirit City was already flooded with onlookers from nearby towns who had come to witness Yu Xiaogang's public trial.
One spark ignited a prairie fire.
Within half an hour, a group of mere dozens swelled into tens of thousands.
Angry chants echoed through the city.
"Down with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!"
"Beastly Sect! A life for a life!"
Nor did it stop there.
Those preparing to return home became walking rumor mills, carrying firsthand "bloody truths" to every corner of the continent.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's reputation for "abusing power and slaughtering innocents" was already unstoppable.
At the same time—
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Bang!
The heavy oak doors of the council hall were kicked open.
A middle-aged woman in fiery leather armor stormed inside, figure hot, expression furious.
Ignoring all the elders present, she pointed straight at the man seated at the head.
"Yu Yuanzhen!"
"Xiaogang is your biological son! Are you really going to stand by and watch that bitch Bibi Dong send him to Blackrock Prison?!"
The hall fell deathly silent.
All elders' faces darkened at once.
The woman was Liu Erlong, dean of Blue Overlord Academy.
Her information lagged far behind.
Only this morning had she learned—through special channels—that Yu Xiaogang had been publicly tried and exiled.
She knew nothing of ambushes or aftermath.
If the Sect refused to act, she was prepared to rescue him herself.
"Erlong, mind your conduct!"
An elder spoke sharply.
It was Yu Luomian, her biological father.
Calling the Sect Master by name in a formal council was no small offense.
But Liu Erlong wasn't listening.
She turned, eyes bloodshot, roaring at her own father.
"Father? You don't deserve to be my father!"
"What if he's the Sect Master? Can a Sect Master watch his own son suffer and remain indifferent?!"
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