I'm Afraid Flender Will Misunderstand

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the knot of resentment in her chest, and said in a low voice, "Who hurt you? Tell me, and I'll avenge you."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, his tone devoid of resentment. "No need. No one hurt me. It was just an accident; I can't blame anyone. Besides,"

He paused, a serene expression on his face. "I'm fine now, I don't need revenge."

Bibi Dong frowned, a flash of pain and anger crossing her eyes. Her voice was urgent and sharp. "But aren't you saddened by what happened to you? You could... you could have had a better life."

Yu Xiaogang tilted his head, as if he didn't understand why Bibi Dong asked that question.

He blinked, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Why be sad? I'm perfectly happy with my current situation. Before, I was always fixated on the fact that my Martial Soul was useless, tormented by my inability to break through the level 30 bottleneck, concerned about how others saw me, and fixated on theories that would never be accepted. But now, none of that matters anymore."

He lowered his head, stretched out his hands, looked at his neatly trimmed nails, and a gentle smile curved his lips, "I should thank that accident. If it weren't for that accident, I might never have understood what truly makes me happy."

Bibi Dong's lips trembled, and her upper and lower jaws clicked together, making a soft "clucking" sound.

She could no longer tolerate Yu Xiaogang's expression, but she was still determined to say something more.

"But..."

But Yu Xiaogang raised his hand, interrupting her.

"Bibi Dong, I've come here to tell you something."

His gaze was calm yet resolute.

Bibi Dong's heart leaped into her throat.

"Don't contact me again. I'm afraid Flender will misunderstand."

After Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the Pope's Palace without looking back, his steps light and firm.

Bibi Dong stood still, watching Yu Xiaogang's figure disappear outside the palace gate, her whole body like a statue, completely motionless.

She stood there, like an empty shell from which all her strength had been drained.

After a long while, Bibi Dong slowly turned around, walked heavily back to the throne, sat down slowly, leaned back in the chair, and closed her eyes.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the churning in her chest.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no longer any emotion in them, only a chilling light.

Just then, a figure strode in from outside the hall.

The man was tall and imposing, dressed in a long golden robe, with a cold and stern face and eyes like knives; he was none other than the Demon Subduing Douluo.

He neither bowed nor exchanged pleasantries, but simply stood at the foot of the jade steps and calmly announced, "Bibi Dong, I have come to convey the words of the Great Enshrined. The Great Enshrined has said that you must not touch Tang San under any circumstances during the competition. His safety in Spirit City is entirely the responsibility of the Worship Hall."

After saying that, Demon Subduing Douluo turned and left. His golden robe flashed a dazzling light in the candlelight, and he disappeared outside the palace gate in the blink of an eye.

Bibi Dong looked in the direction where the Demon Subduing Douluo had disappeared, a mocking smile curving her lips.

Qian Daoliu, are you warning me?

Hehehe, not a single one of you from the Qian Family is any good.

From that beast Qian Xunji to you, you old bastard, and then to Qian Renxue, not a single one of them is any good.

Sooner or later I will wipe you all out, uproot the Angel Lineage, and trample you under my feet.

And Tang San, if it weren't for you, Xiaogang wouldn't have ended up like this. It was you who completely destroyed my last shred of hope.

I, Bibi Dong, swear that I will tear you all to pieces.

And Xiaogang, since you can no longer belong to me, I won't let you belong to anyone else either. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any pain.

At this moment, Bibi Dong, sitting on the Pope throne, resembled a cold, divine statue.

Those purple eyes held no warmth, no emotion, only a suffocating madness.

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then called out towards the outside of the hall, "Ghost Elder."

Ghost Douluo appeared silently in the hall, bowing slightly. "Your subordinate is here."

Go and bring Zhang San here.

Ghost Douluo accepted the order and silently withdrew from the Pope's Palace.

A moment later, footsteps came from outside the hall.

Zhang San entered the Pope's Palace and said respectfully, "Disciple Zhang San greets Master."

Bibi Dong looked at Zhang San kneeling before her. This was her disciple, a genius with Twin Martial Souls, and the future Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

She nurtured him for so many years, providing him with the best resources and training environment, all so that one day he could become the sharpest blade in her hand.

Bibi Dong spoke slowly, her voice calm and devoid of any emotion. "Xiao San, get up."

Zhang San stood up and waited for Bibi Dong's instructions.

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on Zhang San's face, her voice calm and unhurried. "Xiao San, the Soul Master Tournament is about to begin. How are your preparations going?"

Zhang San bowed slightly, his tone confident and composed. "Reporting to Master, this disciple is ready. This disciple is confident that we, the Spirit Hall Academy, will win the championship in the Grand Finals."

Bibi Dong nodded, a hint of approval flashing in her eyes. "Very good. But I called you here today not just to ask about your preparations."

Zhang San raised his head, looked at Bibi Dong, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Bibi Dong asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember who the enemy who killed your parents was?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhang San's eyes, his voice carrying a long-suppressed hatred. "How could this disciple forget! Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao."

Bibi Dong nodded, her voice carrying a hint of probing. "There's a team in the Heaven Dou Division called Shrek Academy, and their captain is Tang San. You should know him, right?"

Zhang San's heart stirred slightly, and he nodded. "This disciple understands."

A cruel glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes as she said meaningfully, "Ghost Elder just discovered that Tang San has another identity: he is Tang Hao's son."

Zhang San's pupils suddenly contracted, his breath hitched slightly, and his fingers clenched involuntarily until his knuckles turned white.

Bibi Dong continued, "Tang Hao is the murderer who killed your parents. His son is your enemy. But..."

She paused, sighed, and said helplessly, "The Worship Hall is protecting him right now; we can't make a move."

"I'm telling you all this so that you know it's not that your teacher doesn't want to avenge you. Although your teacher is the Pope, he is powerless against the Worship Hall. You know the power of the Worship Hall, and I... am powerless to help."

Bibi Dong deliberately showed a distressed expression, conveying her helplessness.

A storm raged in Zhang San's heart: The Worship Hall! Qian Daoliu! You have already chosen your own path to death!

But he remained unfazed, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Teacher, I understand. A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. I will certainly follow your instructions. A gentleman's revenge is never too late."

Bibi Dong nodded, a hint of satisfaction and approval flashing in her eyes. "Good, Xiao San, I hope your team can defeat Tang San in the Soul Master Tournament, in front of the entire continent."

Zhang San accepted the order and said, "Disciple obeys. Disciple will certainly not fail in his mission and will defeat Tang San in the Grand Finals to bring glory to Master."

Bibi Dong nodded and waved her hand. "Alright, you may leave."

Zhang San stood up, bowed, and then turned and walked out of the hall.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness, and stirred the hem of Zhang San's clothes.

He stood in the square Pope's Palace, looking up towards the direction of the Worship Hall, a cold glint in his eyes.