Can't Awaken Another Pig Martial Soul!! Bibi Dong Takes Action!

"Xiao Gang, don't lose heart."

Seeing the hollow, lifeless look in his younger brother's eyes, Yu Xiaoheng did not know how to comfort him. Though he had lived two lives, he had never experienced such despair—the agony of falling from the clouds into the abyss.

After hesitating for a moment 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."

"Level 0.7 Innate Soul Power at least means you can still cultivate. And perhaps your Martial Soul has undergone some beneficial evolution amid its mutation. Maybe... it will reveal something special in the future."

Before he could finish speaking—

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 constitution far inferior to Yu Xiaoheng's, who trained year-round. But now that he had awakened his Martial Soul, there was at least the rudiment of Soul Power within him.

That slap actually sent Yu Xiaoheng stumbling back a step.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot. The face that had always been so proud now held nothing but twisted madness. He climbed up from the ground and roared at Yu Xiaoheng with all his strength.

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

"You're a useless good-for-nothing yourself, and now I'm useless too. Are you happy? Satisfied?!"

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

"Get lost! Stop pretending to be a good person here!"

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

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

"You're useless too!"

"You're even more trash than I am!"

"Maybe you only have Level 0.5!"

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

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

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members, already suffocated by extreme repression, could no longer contain their shame and fury. Countless shouts of abuse surged toward Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the Martial Arts Arena like a tidal wave.

"Get down here!"

"Haven't you embarrassed us enough?!"

"You two brothers have disgraced the clan beyond redemption!"

The situation completely spiraled out of control.

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

The Elders beside him looked ashen as well.

It was over.

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

And if he awakened another useless Martial Soul shortly...

What utter humiliation would that be?

In the VIP Seating.

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 was truly having a terrible run of luck.

First, the Sect Master's eldest son had seemingly been unable to awaken a Martial Soul. Then the highly anticipated second son awakened a mutated, useless Martial Soul.

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

Still, that had nothing to do with him.

Qian Xunji's brow gradually furrowed as his gaze searched In the Crowd.

The ceremony was about to end.

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

A shadow fell over his face.

What nerve.

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 disappear without a trace.

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

He had to give her a lesson she would never forget, one that would ensure she never again dared entertain any defiant thoughts.

Qian Xunji lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers, a flicker of anger flashing through his eyes.

He remembered.

Wasn't that child most afraid of the dark?

The last time she had slacked off in her cultivation.

He had thrown her into a cave. According to the guard, Bibi Dong had cried and screamed for half the night before obediently begging for mercy.

After that, she had put much more effort into her cultivation.

So this time...

He would lock her in Spirit Hall's underground Solitary Confinement Room.

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

At the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Yu Xiaogang's roar still echoed through the air, while the clan members' curses had already risen to a deafening frenzy.

At last, several hot-tempered sect Deacons could no longer endure it.

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

"The 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 Audience Seats and charged toward Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

"Stop!"

A shrill cry rang out.

Liu Erlong's eyes were red as she glared fiercely at those clan members rushing forward. "You're talking nonsense! 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 surrounding clan members held her back tightly, all talking at once to persuade her.

"Second Dragon, don't be foolish!"

"At a time like this, we need to preserve the sect's last shred of dignity!"

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

Yu Xiaoheng watched the aggressive Soul Masters rushing toward him, then looked at Second Dragon, his brows knitting together.

He felt another headache coming on.

Having lived two lives, his will was resolute. But his body was ultimately still that of a six-year-old child.

Years of training had given him a physique far surpassing that of children his age, but against true Soul Masters...

He had not awakened his Martial Soul yet. He could not beat them.

Just as those Deacons' hands were about to touch Yu Xiaoheng's shoulders.

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

It was a girl.

She wore a simple purple dress. Her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were exquisite. Yet her delicate Small Face was currently covered in an icy frost that kept others at a thousand miles' distance.

It was Bibi Dong.

The next moment.

Bzzzz—!

A bright yellow Spirit Ring suddenly rose beneath her feet.

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

Twin Martial Souls!

Four-Hundred-Year Spirit Ring!

Soul Master!

The strongest of those sect Deacons rushing forward was only in their twenties, yet they were forced back half a step by that imposing aura!

The noise throughout the entire venue died away.

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

This... who was she?

Twin Martial Souls?!

At once, they no longer dared to act.

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

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

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

Every important figure from the Upper Three Sects stood up, their expressions changing drastically.

They all recognized that face.

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

Why was she here?

In the VIP Seating, Qian Xunji's body suddenly tensed, and the calm on his face shattered completely.

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

So...

She had not gone missing.

She had run here!

For this brat?!

Crack—!

A crisp sound rang out.

The armrest of the chair beneath him, made of hard stone, was crushed into powder by his bare hand!