Chapter 115: Qian Xunji is furious, Yu Xiaogang vomits blood and urinates.
The night in Coconut Grove City grew increasingly dark, and the moon gradually rose higher in the sky.
Thousands of lights illuminated the entire city, making it as bright as day.
Yu Xiaogang held a thick notebook in his hands, glancing at it every now and then as if to pretend.
"This lotus lantern is really beautiful."
Bibi Dong stopped in front of a stall, pointed to a glass lamp painted with butterflies and flowers, and spoke softly.
Just then, an extremely discordant voice came from behind:
"Hey beautiful lady, aren't you feeling a bit lonely enjoying the lantern festival alone? Want me to keep you company?"
The voice was extremely frivolous, and the person who came simply walked past Yu Xiaogang as if Yu Xiaogang did not exist.
Bibi Dong's exquisite features are undeniable; even though she's wearing a veil, she's still on people's minds.
Yu Xiaogang turned around angrily and saw a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes, but who was quite old, waving a folding fan. His eyes were fixed on Bibi Dong without any attempt to avoid her.
Bibi Dong saw me from afar and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Why is he doing it so easily? The teacher will eat him alive again."
One of them shouted, "Why is the Holy Man hiding his strength and letting that young master steal the spotlight?"
The eight people suddenly felt a chill rise from their backs, and their laughter stopped abruptly.
Before you could react, a mountain-like pressure suddenly descended from the sky, pinning you down.
Qian Dongjia sat in a low seat, tapping his fingertips heavily on the armrest, his brows furrowed slightly: "A pig martial spirit?"
The two walked toward the Papal Palace.
I raised my hand and waved, and the other two immediately surrounded me.
The Condor above, responsible for gathering intelligence, recalled for a moment and nodded, saying:
You looked up, your eyes sparkling: "I'm a genius, teacher."
Seeing the elder act this way, Bibi Dong's eyes instantly blazed with anger!
The leader saw a ferocious giant spider baring its fangs in front of him in front of the Spirit Hall.
One of them shouted, "Are you going to make a move?"
"The saintly man is arrogant and will inevitably associate with a good-for-nothing. If this person can earn your respect, he must have no extraordinary abilities."
The other person shook his head and said, "Wait a little longer. Those people over there are no match for the Holy Man."
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged woman was taken aback at first, then chuckled softly:
Qian Xunji nodded slightly, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes: "Investigate again and report back. Be sure to find out the details of this person's background."
Xiong Douluo's voice rang out again: "The Holy Man has a discerning eye. If you can bring such elites to the Jade Flute Fighting Team, it will be like adding wings to a tiger for you."
Beneath the low-lying dome are murals depicting the descent of angels, and the gilded pillars on either side gleam with a warm, intense light.
"Him? He dares to interfere in my business!"
Bibi Dong stood in front of the Spirit Hall, a hint of fervor flashing in her eyes.
The magnificent palace doors suddenly opened behind them, and the Spirit Hall paused for a moment, as if it were breathing.
"I have indeed heard from the Holy Man that my surname is Yu."
"Yes, Your Holiness, this person's martial soul resembles a pig and a dog, with strong soul power fluctuations, and appears... not weak."
According to the information Bibi Dong gave me yesterday, I will be meeting with Pope Jade Flute Dou today.
"Your Holiness, do you remember the message that Bishop Russell sent a few years later? The Lower Eight Sects produced a disciple with extraordinary talent, surnamed Yu, who, despite his advanced age, was able to overpower Tang Hao of the Haotian Sect, causing a sensation at the time."
"Warn him," Qian Xunji's voice was chillingly cold, "to stay away from Bibi Dong."
Standing by the agreed-upon fountain, Shi Duan straightened his collar.
"Yes!" Contra responded respectfully and stepped forward.
Qian Xunji's eyes flashed: "He means... this mutated martial soul of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled heavily, and a blush rose on her cheeks. She said naturally, "You really have kept everything from me, Teacher."
The other two were terrified and grabbed our guy, turning and running away, disappearing into the crowd as they scrambled away.
Moyu Xiaogang nodded in agreement, saying, "This is truly something to celebrate."
You raise your hand heavily, and a scarlet line quietly appears on your palm.
...
Qianxun hurried closer, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment, before she asked urgently:
Bibi Dong raised her head slightly, her bowing gesture still elegant.
A figure walked slowly down the corridor, a faint smile playing on your lips beneath your exquisite face.
Suddenly, a voice, both warm and slightly authoritative, rang out:
Above the low platform, the Contra who had just returned knelt on one knee and respectfully said:
"What is that thing? Pigs are pigs and dogs are dogs, how dare you bring it out and embarrass yourself?"
A round, muscular figure flashed into view, and Luo Bapao appeared in the small Papal Palace.
Qian Xunji's expression grew slightly anxious, and the tapping sound at her fingertips stopped.
The phantom of the Death Spider King loomed behind you, its terrifying pressure instantly enveloping the eight middle-aged women.
"Release his martial spirit." Qian Dongjia's voice revealed a mixture of joy and anger.
"Has anything good happened lately?"
Chihiro gazed at your departing figure, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
Mo Yu Xiao Gang sighed and advised, "You are still sensible. Please forgive the Pope."
Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a gilded robe embroidered with an eight-winged angel, which shimmered in the candlelight. His deep eyes seemed to see through everything.
What do they think?
The Spirit Hall's face flushed red, and his fists clenched tightly.
Bibi Dong stubbornly bit her lip and turned to leave.
Bibi Dong took a small step back, hiding behind Yu Xiaogang, and whispered, "Xiaogang..."
I glanced at Bibi Dong from the front and saw that she was trapped in the small hall and unable to move.
A few days ago.
I chuckled again, my tone tinged with amusement: "If it really were me, it wouldn't be interesting."
Her voice carried a hint of timidity, and her fingers gently tugged at Yu Xiaogang's sleeve.
You are puzzled as to why that happened.
Inside the Papal Palace, on the jade flute.
Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of warmth in his heart and immediately stepped forward to block Bibi Dong, saying in a deep voice, "Hey, you're still there."
"That piece of trash dares to approach the Holy Man?!"
The two Contras hidden in the shadows looked at each other.
I even changed out of my most presentable dark blue robe, combed my hair neatly, and polished my boots to a gleaming shine.
The hall was deathly silent, as if even breathing was frozen.
Suddenly, Mo Dong Jiayi shouted and flashed behind the Spirit Hall like a ghost, grabbing my collar.
You hummed a tune as you walked slowly through the corridor, your skirt swaying gently with each step, like a fluttering butterfly.
Qian Xunji's loud roar caused the candlelight inside the hall to shake violently.
Xiong Douluoluo pondered for a moment, his voice rising to a hoarse hue:
Immediately, my pupils contracted slightly. As I examined the genius praised by my disciple, I felt the Spirit Hall's internal soul power fluctuate, so powerful that it was like a candle flickering in the wind!
The other person pondered for a moment and said:
The Spirit Hall swallowed hard, and purple light flashed in his palm.
"absurd!"
"Alright, I'll go with you." Bibi Dong blinked and smiled slightly.
"This matter is suspicious. Go back and report to the Pope. He will continue to keep an eye on it." With that, I vanished into the night.
My face turned deathly pale instantly, my legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to my knees.
"This is His Holiness the Pope..." The voice of the Spirit Hall was not dry, and fine beads of sweat easily seeped into my palm.
Qian Xunji's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, then relaxed: "Take me to see you another day."
"Dong'er".
On the morning of the seventh day, the sun rose rapidly.
Qian Xunji's gaze swept over the entire Spirit Hall like a falcon's.
The two titled Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes; clearly, we also sensed something was amiss.
Then, two yellow soul rings floated pitifully around, their light even dimmer than the candlelight in the lower hall.
Bibi Dong was leading the Spirit Hall away.
The Spirit Hall got up early.
Luo Bapao seemed to sense his master's anger and bared his teeth at the young man, but because of his extremely hateful appearance, he appeared to have no intimidating power.
Suddenly, Moyu Xiaogang remembered something, and I added:
The other two joined in the laughter.
The Spirit Hall struggled to their feet, the light in their eyes gradually fading.
Bibi Dong is the Holy Man of our Jade Flute, if anything happens.
Qianxunji closed her eyes, looked back at her, and said, "I'll lock you up for a while."
The sudden burst of power from the Title Douluo startled the Spirit Hall, causing them to tense up and control a cold current that soaked their pants.
Qian Xunji simply raised his hand, and the Spirit Hall flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the pillar.
Escaping is the priority; I'm just a minor Soul Master, how could I possibly be a match for them?
As she spoke, Bibi Dong gestured to Qian Xunji, saying, "My research on martial spirits far surpasses that of ordinary people. I don't even have unique insights into the problem of twin martial spirits."
"Really?" Bibi Dong's eyes lit up instantly, like stars suddenly lit up in the night sky.
Bibi Dong looked back and saw that the Spirit Hall was completely baffled. In just a short while, the eight people had disappeared without a trace.
The hall fell silent again. Qianxun gazed at the deepening night through the window, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Teacher!" Bibi Dong's voice echoed in the hall.
Blood spilled from the corner of my mouth, starkly visible against my pale face.
The Spirit Hall looked bewildered, sensing that our gaze was directed at my back, and then turned to look at Bibi Dong.
Pope Qian Xunji sat in the main seat, flanked by two titled Douluo. Their tangible pressure made the air seem to freeze.
In the blink of an eye, Dong Jiayi took a deep breath, gathered soul power in her palm, and shouted, "Luo Bapao, appear!"
Qian Xunji's face was extremely pale. I suddenly raised my hand, but stopped abruptly just before touching Bibi Dong's cheek.
The middle-aged young master chuckled, looking the Spirit Hall up and down, his gaze settling on my simple attire, his eyes filled with disdain:
Behind him followed two young men of similar build, their arrogant and lewd appearances unmistakable, and they looked just as dissolute as him.
...
In the shadows, two Soul Fighters lurked, quietly observing the scene.
"Get out of seclusion!"
"teacher."
Only after the Spirit Hall members ran out of the small hall did Qian Xunji release the pressure he had exerted on Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Xunji with burning eyes: "Why..."
A pale purple light flashed, and the round Luo Bapao appeared at my feet, rubbing against my trouser leg in an adorable manner.
"stop!"
Qian Dongjia narrowed his eyes, turned to look at Xiong Douluoluo and Moyu Xiaogang beside him, and asked:
Upon hearing the call, Bibi Dong froze for a moment before turning around abruptly.
So, the Spirit Hall staggered into the hall, each step appearing more composed than the last.
"Bring me to see you tomorrow!" Your voice trembled slightly with excitement, and even your bow had a joyful curve.
Upon seeing this, Bibi Dong felt a chill run down her spine. However, a cunning glint flashed in the depths of her eyes.
(End of this Chapter)