Can't Let Him Awaken Another Pig Spirit!! Bibi Dong Makes Her Move!

"Yu Xiaogang, don't lose heart."

Looking into his younger brother's vacant, lifeless eyes, Yu Xiaoheng did not know how to comfort him for a moment. Though he had lived two lives, he had never experienced such despair—falling from the clouds into the abyss.

After pausing and searching his memories for a long while, he could only force out that classic line.

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

"Innate Soul Power of level 0.7 at least means you can still cultivate. And perhaps your Martial Soul's mutation has some beneficial evolution as well. Maybe... it will have some special qualities in the future."

Before he could finish.

Slap!

A sharp crack rang out.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly swung his hand, fiercely knocking Yu Xiaoheng's palm away.

He had always been frail and weak, his physique far inferior to Yu Xiaoheng's after years of training. But now that he had awakened his Martial Soul, there was at least the rudiment of Soul Power within him.

That slap actually shoved Yu Xiaoheng back a staggering step.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot. On that face that had always been so proud, there was now only twisted madness. He scrambled up from the ground and roared hoarsely at Yu Xiaoheng.

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?!"

"You're a useless good-for-nothing who can't do anything yourself. Now I'm useless too—are you happy? Are you satisfied?!"

"Now you can be proud! No one will compete with you for Liu Erlong anymore!"

"Get lost! Don't stand there pretending to be a good person!"

His voice was shrill and miserable, like a cuckoo crying blood, his teeth chattering.

"Don't get smug. You won't be much better than me!"

"You're useless too!"

"You're even more trash than me!"

"Maybe you only have level 0.5!"

"Maybe you don't even have Soul Power!"

His words were like a ladle of cold water thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire venue.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members, already suppressing their humiliation and fury to the limit, could no longer contain themselves. Countless curses surged toward Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the Martial Arts Arena like a tide.

"Get down!"

"Haven't you embarrassed us enough?!"

"You brothers have disgraced the clan beyond all measure!"

The situation completely spiraled out of control.

On the raised platform, Yu Yuanzhen, who had just risen to his feet, froze.

The elders beside him were even more ashen-faced.

It was over.

Before Yu Xiaoheng had even awakened, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's reputation had already been torn to shreds and tossed to the ground for others to trample on.

If another useless Martial Soul awakened later...

What utter humiliation would that be?

In the VIP Seats.

Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall, watched the farce below and could not help letting out a soft sigh.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan truly had no luck this year.

First, the eldest son of the Clan Head had seemingly been unable to awaken a Martial Soul. Then the highly anticipated second son had awakened a mutated, useless Martial Soul.

After this incident, they would likely never recover and become the laughingstock of the Upper Three Sects.

But that had nothing to do with him.

Qian Xunji's brows gradually furrowed as his gaze searched through the crowd.

The ceremony was about to end.

Yet his disciple, Bibi Dong, was still nowhere to be seen.

A shadow crossed his face.

What audacity.

As Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden and the future heir, she had actually dared to leave on her own during such an important occasion and vanish without a trace.

It seemed he had been too gentle with her in the past.

He had to teach her an unforgettable lesson, one that would ensure she never dared entertain another defiant thought.

Qian Xunji lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers, a flash of irritation passing through his eyes.

He remembered.

Wasn't that child most afraid of the dark?

The last time she had slacked off in her cultivation.

After he threw her into a cave, the guards had said Bibi Dong cried and screamed for half the night before obediently begging for mercy.

After that, she had become much more diligent in cultivation.

Then this time...

He would lock her in Spirit Hall's underground confinement chamber.

If he did not teach her a lesson, she would only grow wilder and wilder!

At the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Yu Xiaogang's roar still echoed through the air, while the clan members' furious curses had already reached a deafening crescendo.

At last, several hot-tempered Sect Stewards could no longer endure it.

"We can't let him go up there!"

"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot lose face a second time!"

"Drag him down!"

Several figures roared as Soul Power surged around them. They actually leaped down from the spectator stands and charged toward Yu Xiaoheng at the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

"Stop!"

A shrill cry rang out.

Liu Erlong's eyes were red as she stared fiercely at those clan members rushing forward. "You're full of crap! Brother Xiaoheng is definitely a genius! He'll definitely awaken the strongest Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

She struggled desperately, trying to rush over, but the clan members around her held her back tightly, chattering over one another as they tried to persuade her.

"Erlong, don't be foolish!"

"At a time like this, let's at least preserve the clan's last shred of dignity!"

Liu Erlong could not get close at all. She could only watch helplessly as those Soul Masters rushed toward Yu Xiaoheng, so anxious that tears nearly fell from her eyes.

Yu Xiaoheng watched the several aggressive Soul Masters charging toward him, then looked at Erlong and frowned.

He felt another headache coming on.

He had lived two lives and possessed a steadfast temperament, but his body was ultimately only that of a six-year-old child.

Years of training had made his physique far stronger than his peers', but against genuine Soul Masters...

He had yet to awaken his Martial Soul. He could not beat them.

Just as the hands of those Sect Stewards were about to touch Yu Xiaoheng's shoulders.

A purple figure appeared before Yu Xiaoheng like a ghost, without warning.

It was a girl.

She wore a simple purple dress. Her skin was fair as snow, her features picturesque, but a frost that kept others at a distance covered her delicate face.

It was Bibi Dong.

The next moment.

Buzz—!

A bright yellow soul ring abruptly rose beneath her feet.

Behind her appeared the phantoms of two enormous spiders. One was the dark green Death Spider Emperor, while the other was the ghastly white Soul Devouring Spider Emperor.

Twin Martial Souls!

A four-hundred-year soul ring!

A Soul Master!

The highest-ranked of the Sect Stewards charging forward was only above level twenty, yet they were shaken by this aura into taking half a step back!

The noise throughout the venue died away.

Every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was stunned.

Who... was she?

Twin Martial Souls?!

At once, they no longer dared act.

Someone with such talent... absolutely could not be offended!

But in the VIP Seats, the atmosphere had completely changed.

Yu Yuanzhen, Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the elders of the Clear Sky Sect...

Every prominent figure from the Upper Three Sects stood up at that moment, their expressions changing dramatically.

They all recognized that face.

Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, the Pope's most favored disciple, Bibi Dong!

Why was she here?

In the VIP Seats, Qian Xunji's body suddenly tensed, and the calmness on his face shattered.

He stared fixedly at the purple figure standing before Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

So...

She had not gone missing.

She had run here!

For that brat?!

Crack—!

A sharp crack sounded.

The armrest of his seat, made of hard stone, was crushed into powder by his bare hand!