"Walking Corpse Pill."
Upon hearing the name of the pill recipe presented by Yang Wushuang, Ye Tian couldn't help but feel curious.
Just from the name of the pill alone, Ye Tian could roughly deduce the effects of this poison pill.
However, with Xiao Dading still present, now was clearly not the time to delve deeper into it.
With this in mind, Ye Tian nodded.
"Let's discuss these prescriptions later. Your primary task now is to focus on recovering your health."
After speaking, Ye Tian turned to Xiao Dading and instructed, "Dading, I'll leave Yang Wushuang in your care for now. Arrange a place for him to stay and assign some healing-type Soul Masters to attend to him."
"Thank you for your consideration, Your Highness!"
Yang Wushuang had some understanding of Ye Tian's intentions and didn't say more, simply bowing his head in agreement.
"This subordinate obeys!"
Xiao Dading bowed and accepted the order.
Even though he still harbored wariness toward Yang Wushuang, he dared not disobey the Holy Son's command.
"Good, both of you may rise now."
Ye Tian nodded with satisfaction.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked toward the dungeon exit.
"Your Highness, allow me to escort you."
Xiao Dading immediately rose to see him off.
Without looking back, Ye Tian waved his hand and politely declined, "No need. The path here isn't too complicated; I know the way. Just focus on carrying out the tasks I've assigned you."
"This subordinate understands."
Xiao Dading halted his steps.
Behind him, Yang Wushuang also slowly rose to his feet and bowed.
"Farewell, Your Highness!"
"..."
Silence returned to the dungeon.
Xiao Dading and Yang Wushuang stood quietly in the monitoring room, watching Ye Tian's figure disappear through the doorway and listening as his footsteps faded away on the third level of the dungeon.
"Who would have thought that a single Coffin Spike would have ties to the Dark Holy Dragon."
Yang Wushuang's sinister voice broke the silence.
He still felt somewhat resentful about losing to Xiao Dading.
"Hmph! Who can say for sure about Martial Soul Mutations? Your Soul Piercing Spear is born with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring; by all rights, you should be basking in glory. Yet here you are, forced to submit to others."
Xiao Dading snorted coldly, glancing back.
The flattering expression he wore in front of Ye Tian was gone, replaced by a stern and murderous aura. Climbing to his current position hadn't relied solely on sycophancy; he had also done his fair share of bloody work.
"Heh~ Let's spar again when we have the chance."
Yang Wushuang chuckled dismissively.
As the second-in-command of the Po Clan, alchemy was his talent, but combat was also his passion. It was rare to encounter someone evenly matched—a mere Coffin Spike whose destructive power even gave him pause.
"Sparring is fine, as long as you don't get any devious ideas."
"Haha..."
"Don't worry. The Holy Son is a wise lord who allows my talents to shine to their fullest! I won't cause any trouble!"
With those words,
Yang Wushuang turned his gaze to the two remaining purple pills Ye Tian had left on the table,
along with the remnants of over a dozen medicinal herbs.
With a casual wave, one of the purple pills flew into his hand, while the other shot toward Xiao Dading's retreating back.
With a swift motion,
Xiao Dading caught the pill without even turning around.
"Keep it safe."
"This is the reward the Holy Son left for us two. Use it when your Soul Power is depleted; it might save your life."
After saying this, Yang Wushuang smiled and walked out of the supervision room on his own.
Xiao Dading silently stored the Pill away,
then paced after Yang Wushuang and murmured softly, "Was the drug in your body removed by this Pill?"
"The Holy Son is truly mysterious and unfathomable!"
Yang Wushuang did not answer, only suddenly sighed with emotion.
After all, Ye Tian was the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, yet his abilities and strength were not even clearly known by Spirit Hall's Red Cardinals—truly baffling.
——
After Ye Tian left Spirit Hall City's Dungeon,
he did not directly return the same way. Instead, he bought some things in Spirit Hall City, wandered around the orphanage, and then leisurely returned to Wisteria Residence.
The sunset had faded, and the sky had darkened.
Just as he reached the second floor, a dignified voice sounded in Ye Tian's ears.
"Come to my room."
"..."
Ye Tian helplessly sighed,
shrugged, and lifted his feet, heading toward Bi Bi Dong's bedroom.
It was truly difficult to disobey the teacher's command!
As soon as he entered the room,
Ye Tian began explaining on his own.
"Teacher, your disciple has already subdued Yang Wushuang. Additionally, I went to the orphanage to check things out, which is why I returned a bit late."
After speaking,
Ye Tian froze in place—the room was completely empty? Ye Tian habitually looked toward the bathroom direction, but there was no sound from behind the frosted glass door.
"Where are you looking?"
A voice tinged with slight annoyance came from the direction of the bed.
"Cough..."
A somewhat embarrassed smile appeared on Ye Tian's face, and he turned his head to look at Bi Bi Dong's bed.
"Hey~ I'm used to it, huh?"
After speaking,
Ye Tian's gaze suddenly became somewhat strange.
The light gauze bed curtain before him had been lowered, covering Bi Bi Dong's bed.
But looking from outside, one could still see that behind the curtain, a graceful figure with curves plump at both ends and narrow in the middle was sitting there.
Just this silhouette alone
was something no inexperienced young girl could compare to.
Yet Ye Tian dared not harbor any wicked thoughts, and was even afraid that Bi Bi Dong, sitting there in her abnormal state, might be without clothes!
Why else would she lower the bed curtain for no reason?
"You Brat!"
Bi Bi Dong gritted her teeth and lightly scolded.
She thought Ye Tian couldn't see her flirting normally.
But he was already used to it!
However, at this critical moment, she had no time to chat with Ye Tian so much.
Suppressing the wildly rebelling power within her body,
Bi Bi Dong gritted her teeth and said, "What you wanted, I've placed on the table."
"Ah, oh~ I, I'll look now."
Ye Tian, dazed, withdrew his gaze and looked at the thing on the table—
It was a purple-gold Invitation embroidered with gold threads.
Seeing this, Ye Tian immediately dismissed other thoughts, his eyes slightly brightening.
He strode forward and asked Bi Bi Dong, "Teacher, can I use your pen? Preferably one that lets me dip some ink..."
"What do you want to do?"
Bi Bi Dong asked impatiently.
"Hehe, nothing much."
Ye Tian opened the Invitation and glanced through it, then explained, "Just write a few words, send a little note to Sect Master Ning."
"Hmph!"
Bi Bi Dong snorted coldly.
"You can see where my pen is yourself. Use it if you want."
"Thank you for your generosity, teacher."
Ye Tian smiled, still acting like a bootlicker as he patted Bi Bi Dong's plump buttocks. Only then did he pick up Bi Bi Dong's brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few large characters on the slip of paper he had brought.
The brush of the Spirit Hall Saintess was naturally extraordinary. The ink dried as soon as it touched the paper, with no risk of fading. With remarkable speed, Ye Tian tucked the slip into the invitation that was about to be sent to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"Does it work well?"
Bi Bi Dong's voice drifted over leisurely. Ye Tian, too caught up in his own satisfaction, failed to detect the urgency in her tone. He nodded contentedly.
"Of course!"
"Well then, have you finished using the brush? Have all the arrangements been made?"
Faced with Bi Bi Dong's questions, Ye Tian answered fluently.
"It's done. Now we just wait for the fish to take the bait."
"Good! Then it's your turn to help me."
Bi Bi Dong said, her voice trembling. The tremor seemed to carry a hint of pain.
"What?"
Ye Tian finally sensed something amiss and hurriedly looked toward the bed. "Teacher, what's wrong with you? Holy shit!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Tian cursed aloud.
Whoosh! Two strands of spider silk shot toward him from behind the bed curtains!
Ye Tian didn't dare hesitate and turned to flee. But how could his speed compare to the sticky spider silk shot by Bi Bi Dong, a Titled Douluo?
"Ah!!"
Amid Ye Tian's startled cry, the two strands of spider silk stuck firmly to his shoulders. Before he could pull out the dagger Bi Bi Dong had given him to cut them free, a tremendous force surged from the other end of the silk, lifting his feet off the ground and dragging him toward the bed.
"Ah! Damn it!"