Eating Soft Rice, Breaking Up a Couple

"Yu Xiaogang?"

Xia Yang frowned and asked, "Was it someone sent by Yu Xiaogang, or someone else from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan looking for me?"

"Was that person found near my dorm?"

"Hmph, now you know, right?"

"Aren't you and Yu Xiaogang good friends? How could he do this?"

Bibi Dong's tone was tinged with dissatisfaction.

I don't understand either.

"Aside from studying Cultivation Technique, we have nothing else going on between us."

"What exactly did he want with me?"

"Could it be because of Whale Rubber?"

Bibi Dong reminded her.

"Whale Rubber, that's also possible."

"I have indeed purchased high-quality Whale Rubber several times through Yu Xiaogang."

"Moreover, it's no secret that the Spirit Hall has been acquiring Whale Rubber on a large scale in recent years."

"It's not surprising that he could deduce that I knew the secret of Whale Rubber."

Xia Yang stroked his chin and analyzed.

"What kind of friends do you keep?"

Bibi Dong said irritably.

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

Xia Yang raised an eyebrow and asked, feigning anger.

No, it isn't.

Bibi Dong quickly shook her head.

"You're not allowed to speak ill of my friends in front of me anymore."

"He's in this state, is he still your friend?"

Bibi Dong countered with a question.

"As long as things haven't completely fallen apart, then it's fine."

Xia Yang's attitude was very firm.

"Um."

Bibi Dong suddenly smiled sweetly and said happily, "I admire your backbone and sense of justice."

"If there were more people like you in the world, the world would probably be at peace."

"Good to know."

"People like me are rare these days, so you'd better hurry."

Xia Yang laughed and joked.

"Then... let's do it again?"

A cunning glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Ahem, it's still early, let me rest a bit more."

Xia Yang coughed twice awkwardly.

Yesterday's "cultivation" did indeed leave him somewhat exhausted.

"If it's okay, it's okay; if it's not okay, it's not okay. What do you mean by taking a break?"

Bibi Dong playfully teased him.

"You..."

Just as Xia Yang was preparing to "regain his former glory," a knock on the door interrupted their playful banter.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Who?"

Xia Yang looked towards the door.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Xia Yang?"

A waiter's voice came from outside the door.

It's me.

"Mister Xia, your teacher has sent a message asking you to return to the Martial Soul Academy as soon as possible. He is waiting for you in the library."

"Knew."

After the waiter left, Xia Yang quickly dressed while asking in confusion, "How did Teacher know I was back?"

"Chrysanthemum Douluo is, after all, a powerful elder of the Spirit Hall, so it's normal for him to have a few spies."

"I guess someone saw you at the city gate yesterday."

Bibi Dong neatly straightened her clothes.

The two quickly checked out.

After parting ways at the hotel entrance, Xia Yang headed straight for the library of the Martial Soul Academy.

Before long, Xia Yang arrived at the library of the Martial Soul Academy.

As night falls, it is time for students to finish their day's studies and head to the cafeteria for dinner.

The library was brightly lit, illuminating the rows of bookshelves with an exceptionally solemn atmosphere.

However, at this moment, the place was empty and silent, without a single person in sight.

Xia Yang walked in slowly and immediately saw Chrysanthemum Douluo in the shadows inside the door.

"Teacher, you wanted to see me?"

Xia Yang quickly stepped forward and respectfully inquired.

"You brat... you're always causing me trouble!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face showed obvious anxiety.

Even her usually exquisite and charming makeup appeared somewhat disheveled under the dim light, due to her urgency.

"Why didn't you stay longer when I told you to go home?"

Why did you rush back so quickly?

"Oh? Teacher, what's wrong...?"

Xia Yang was taken aback by the question, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

"You..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed to want to say something more, but he stopped himself abruptly when the words were on the tip of his tongue.

In the end, Chrysanthemum Douluo could only sigh helplessly.

Then, Chrysanthemum Douluo shook his head at Xia Yang and said, "Never mind, never mind."

"You're here? Then come on over!"

A deep, authoritative voice came from deep within the library, breaking the silence.

"His Holiness the Pope?"

Xia Yang immediately recognized the voice as belonging to Pope Qian Xunji.

"Young Yang, watch your words and actions."

Chrysanthemum Douluo lowered his voice and gave a hurried reminder, then lowered his head and walked towards the source of the sound.

Xia Yang didn't dare to delay and quickly followed.

The two walked through layers of bookshelves and soon arrived at the central area of the library hall.

Pope Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, his back to them, his tall figure casting a very imposing shadow in the empty hall.

"Your Pope, Xia Yang has arrived."

Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed deeply, his tone extremely respectful.

"His Holiness the Pope."

Xia Yang immediately followed suit and bowed.

"Xia Yang, do you know your mistake?"

Qian Xunji did not turn around; her cold voice came directly.

"Pope Holiness, what are you referring to?"

Xia Yang felt a slight tightness in his chest, but he still forced himself to remain calm and asked in return.

"Hmph, still dare to be stubborn?"

Qian Xunji snorted coldly, and a powerful Soul Power began to fluctuate around him, making the air seem to freeze slightly.

Do you really think I know nothing about your affair with Bibi Dong?

"Pope Holiness, I... I am..."

Xia Yang was speechless for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat.

When he was with Bibi Dong before, he always unconsciously ignored the huge difference in their status and subconsciously forgot the ending of Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang in the original work.

At this moment, under Qian Xunji's relentless questioning, especially amidst the overwhelming and palpable pressure of his anger, all the fears he had deliberately forgotten surged back into his heart.

"Speak up, why are you stopping?"

Qian Xunji's voice grew increasingly cold.

"I..."

Xia Yang felt his breathing become difficult, his chest heaving violently, and a fine layer of cold sweat quickly seeped from his forehead.

The immense pressure emanating from Qian Xunji made it almost impossible for Xia Yang to stand.

"Your Pope, please calm your anger!"

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo quickly stepped forward, bowed, and advised, "It's perfectly normal for young people to develop feelings for each other when they are just beginning to experience love."

"Moreover, Xia Yang first discovered the wonderful uses of Whale Rubber, and then he studied the exquisite Hunyuan Technique Gong, which has contributed to the Spirit Hall."

"Furthermore, Xia Yang's mother is also Black-Clothed Bishop of my Spirit Hall, and his family has always been extremely loyal to the Spirit Hall."

"I implore Pope Holiness to consider this point and show leniency."

"Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that this brat had some merit, I would have executed him on the spot long ago!"

Qian Xunji snorted coldly, and the oppressive aura surrounding Xia Yang lessened slightly.

He slowly turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over Xia Yang, then he snorted coldly and tossed a seemingly simple wooden box over.

Xia Yang instinctively reached out and caught it.

"Turn it on."

Qian Xunji gave the order, her face expressionless.