Chapter 192: No Bottom Line
"Do as you wish, I'm just worried about you feeling embarrassed. If you're not afraid, why should I be?"
Ning Bei shrugged and lazily walked towards the high platform, sitting back on the throne and casually pulling out some melon seeds to snack on.
Bibi Dong furrowed her brows slightly, unsure if keeping him around was the right decision.
A few minutes later, Huo Lianna entered the hall with a stiff-faced man. She glanced deeply at Ning Bei, who was eating melon seeds on the Pope's throne, as if trying to memorize his appearance. She then nodded to her teacher and respectfully exited the hall.
The man, seeing that the little fox had left, didn't notice Ning Bei on the high platform and thought that it was just the two of them alone in the hall.
After a moment of preparation, he stepped forward, his face shifting to a look of deep affection, and he nervously approached Ning Bei, trembling slightly as he spoke.
"Dong Dong'er, it's been a long time, and you're still as beautiful as ever!"
Ning Bei saw everything, nearly spitting out the melon seeds he just cracked. "Good, good! So that's how we're playing it, huh?"
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed even deeper, and after a while, she seemed to snap back to reality, stepping back a half-step, silently creating some distance.
"Senior Yu, please mind your words. You should address me as Your Majesty the Pope!"
A flash of pain appeared on the man's face as he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly.
"Your... Your Majesty the Pope."
Bibi Dong gave him a complicated glance before her expression returned to its usual indifference. She spoke calmly, her voice cutting through the tension.
"Senior Yu, what is it that you seek from me?"
Knowing that it would be a bit abrupt to directly ask for the method of cultivating the Twin Martial Souls, Yu Xiaogang tried to soften the mood. He pulled at his lips, then replaced his face with a look of longing.
"Dong'er... are we really going to become this distant?"
"That's enough. I've told you already, call me Your Majesty the Pope. If you dare offend me again, I'll have someone throw you out."
Yu Xiaogang, hurt, clutched his chest and took a few steps back. It seemed like he hadn't expected Bibi Dong to treat him this way. He sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty the Pope, I came here today because I have something to ask."
Bibi Dong gave him a cold, side-long glance, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"A Soul Master like you, why would you need to come here for something?"
It was clear. She wasn't interested in the petty disputes between Soul Masters.
Yu Xiaogang urgently raised his head, reaching out to grab Bibi Dong's arm, but was pushed back by a wave of soul power. He couldn't care less about this now.
"There's only you who can help with this!"
"Hmph, speak then."
Seeing that Bibi Dong seemed to be willing to listen, Yu Xiaogang relaxed his mind and put on a composed and wise expression, saying:
"I've taken on a disciple, one of the only two people in the world to possess Twin Martial Souls. But now, he is facing a Martial Soul conflict, and I want to ask you for the method of cultivating Twin Martial Souls!"
His heart finally settled, but Bibi Dong's eyes grew colder.
"If I'm not mistaken, your disciple is Tang Hao's son, right?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale with shock. He didn't know how she knew, but since she asked, it meant she had confirmed Tang San's identity.
"Your Majesty the Pope, I can guarantee, on my name, that after Tang San gains strength, he will never pose any threat to Spirit Hall."
He raised three fingers to the sky, as if afraid Bibi Dong wouldn't believe him, and swore with utmost seriousness:
"Really, I swear!"
Ning Bei, who had been watching from the high platform, covered his mouth tightly, nearly laughing out loud. You think you can smooth over your mother's murder with a few words? Does your dad, Yu Yuanzhen, know about your arrogance?
What "on your name"? You don't even have any name to speak of.
Bibi Dong's eyelid twitched after hearing Yu Xiaogang's oath. What kind of person had she once been interested in? Was that really his face growing on his neck?
Bibi Dong was disgusted. After a while, she managed to suppress her emotions.
"You don't have to worry about your disciple. I've already sent someone to kill him."
Both Yu Xiaogang and Ning Bei were shocked. Yu Xiaogang hadn't expected her to be so ruthless, and Ning Bei didn't expect Bibi Dong to be just like in the original story, sending people to assassinate Tang San.
After the shock, Yu Xiaogang was filled with rage. He pointed at Bibi Dong's nose and started shouting.
"You poisonous woman! You abandoned me 20 years ago for power, and now, for your own selfish desires, you want to harm the genius of the continent. Your heart is as poisonous as a snake's!"
"You're not even worth one of Er Long's hairs!"
Bibi Dong tightly closed her eyes. Even though she had long known what kind of person he was, hearing him say these words to her face still caused her heart to ache.
After a long pause, Bibi Dong opened her eyes, and the temperature in the hall seemed to drop several degrees. She parted her red lips lightly.
"Say whatever you want. If there's nothing else, leave."
Upon hearing Bibi Dong's order to leave, Yu Xiaogang immediately panicked. He stepped forward again, wanting to grab her arm, but was once again pushed back by soul power.
"Dong'er, Your Majesty the Pope, please don't harm Tang San. He's really a good child."
"He knows how to respect his elders, is kind-hearted, knows how to take his opportunities, has outstanding talent, and works hard to cultivate. He's just like how I was when I was young. Please show mercy."
"I spit!"
Ning Bei, who had been holding back his laughter, couldn't hold it in any longer. He spat with all his might, thoroughly disgusted.
"You're grossing out your ex, but can you stop grossing me out too? You call that 'good-hearted'? What kind of good-hearted person goes around saying things like 'you have a way to die'?"
"What kind of good-hearted person becomes successful and never returns to Holy Soul Village to visit Old Jack, who helped him?"
"Who?"
The voice from Ning Bei startled Yu Xiaogang, and he looked toward the high platform, realizing that someone was sitting on the Pope's throne.
When he saw the person clearly, he pointed at Ning Bei, trembling and taking several steps back.
"You... How are you here?!"
Clearly, after their previous confrontation in the preliminaries, Ning Bei had left a lasting impression on him.
Ning Bei rolled his eyes and ignored him, continuing to crack melon seeds.
Yu Xiaogang didn't get a response. He turned back to Bibi Dong.
"Your Majesty the Pope, he's from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Don't be deceived by him."
Clearly, seeing Ning Bei sitting on the throne without any objection from Bibi Dong made Yu Xiaogang misinterpret the situation, so he tried to expose Ning Bei's identity.
"I know. What does that have to do with you?"
Bibi Dong glanced at Yu Xiaogang coldly but didn't scold Ning Bei for his impudence.
"You... Dong'er, are you foolish? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School poses the biggest threat to Spirit Hall. How can you listen to his sweet words? And let him sit... sit..."
Clearly, Ning Bei's treatment made Yu Xiaogang so jealous that his eyes were turning red.
He had begged to learn the cultivation method for the Twin Martial Souls but couldn't get it. Meanwhile, the guy on the high platform, clearly close to Bibi Dong, was making him seethe with jealousy.
Bibi Dong, however, looked at Yu Xiaogang's expression with amusement and her eyes slightly lit up, as if she had thought of something interesting.
(END CHAPTER)
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