Xia Yang's Humiliation, Breaking Up with Bibi Dong

Xia Yang opened the wooden box as instructed, and to his surprise, a bone with a faint glow lay quietly inside—a Spirit Bone.

Does it look familiar?

"This three-thousand-year-old Right Arm Bone is the one you handed over back then."

Qian Xunji said calmly.

"Pope Holiness, what do you mean by this?"

Xia Yang held the wooden box in his hands and asked, puzzled.

"This Spirit Bone is yours."

Qian Xunji's voice was devoid of any warmth as he said, "Take this, leave Spirit City tonight, and never set foot here again."

"Of course, you must also cease all contact with Bibi Dong."

"I..."

Just as Xia Yang was about to speak, an even more powerful pressure than before crashed down like a mountain!

This time, Qian Xunji clearly didn't hold back much.

Xia Yang felt as if all the bones in his body were creaking and cracking, as if they were about to be crushed in the next second.

He subconsciously channeled his Soul Power to the fullest extent, gritted his teeth, and straightened his spine, trying to resist the terrifying pressure.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!"

A hint of mockery flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes, and he snorted coldly again.

"Bang!"

The oppressive aura emanating from Qian Xunji suddenly increased several times over.

Xia Yang's legs buckled, and his knees slammed heavily onto the cold ground with a dull thud.

At this moment, Xia Yang's pupils shrank suddenly as he stared incredulously at the spotless floor before him.

Do you think you still have a choice?

Qian Xunji to Xia Yang and looked down at him with a superior air.

All Xia Yang could see were the tips of Qian Xunji's luxurious boots, and an indescribable sense of humiliation instantly washed over him.

"Who do you think you are? A piece of trash who may never break through to the Soul Elder in his entire life, do you even dare to put on a show here?"

Qian Xunji spoke harshly, and as she spoke, she raised her foot and stepped on Xia Yang's head with the sole of her boot.

Suddenly, a surge of hot blood rushed to Xia Yang's head!

Xia Yang never imagined that Qian Xunji, as the Pope, would humiliate him in such a way!

"Ugh--!"

Xia Yang gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Yang's Soul Power began to circulate wildly at an unprecedented speed.

At the same time, his muscles were taut as iron, and his spine was like a fully drawn bow.

Xia Yang strained with all his might, trying to stand up again!

Qian Xunji looked at Xia Yang with a mocking gaze, as if he were looking at an ant struggling in vain at the feet of a giant.

"Young Yang! Stop being stubborn!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo, watching from the side, was terrified and hurriedly spoke up to dissuade him, saying, "If you don't think of yourself, you should at least think of the Holy Maiden!"

"And your parents!"

"Those who defy His Holiness the Pope will never have a good end!"

"You should face reality!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

The surging Soul Power and indomitable fierceness within Xia Yang's body suddenly dissipated at that moment.

"Call--"

Yes... what am I anyway?

He's just a useless person with Innate Half-Level Soul Power.

What can one use to resist Pope of such high rank and unfathomable power?

In the original novel, isn't the ending of Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang the best warning?

What can I possibly change?

An overwhelming sense of powerlessness washed over me.

Xia Yang finally gave up resisting, collapsing to his knees with his body limp, his forehead pressed weakly against the cold floor, feeling the biting cold seep into his skin, as if it had frozen his heart as well.

"Hmph, it seems you've finally figured it out."

Qian Xunji withdrew her foot, her tone still icy.

"Remember my words, get out tonight."

"I don't want to see you and Dong'er have anything to do with each other anymore."

After saying that, Qian Xunji didn't look at Xia Yang again and turned to leave.

Soon, Qian Xunji's footsteps echoed in the empty library, gradually fading into the distance.

Only Xia Yang and Chrysanthemum Douluo remained in the library lobby.

"Teacher... am I... useless?"

A hoarse, dry voice struggled to escape from Xia Yang's mouth as he lay prone on the ground.

"Young man, life is full of disappointments."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward, bent down and helped Xia Yang up. Looking at his pale and distraught face, he sighed inwardly.

"Try to take it easy."

Chrysanthemum Douluo paused, trying to find some words of comfort, and said, "Actually... you're not entirely without hope."

"If you diligently cultivate in the future and are able to successfully cultivate to the Soul Douluo realm..."

"And if, by then, the Holy Maiden still harbors feelings for you, perhaps..."

He shook his head halfway through Chrysanthemum Douluo sentence.

He thought of Xia Yang's Innate Half-Rank Soul Power aptitude and his seemingly ordinary Martial Soul. This path was so difficult, and the hope was so slim.

"Well!"

All the words I wanted to say ultimately amounted to a heavy sigh.

Chrysanthemum Douluo patted Xia Yang's shoulder forcefully, said nothing more, turned and walked out of the library alone, leaving Xia Yang with this silence.

In the empty library, only Xia Yang's heavy breathing could be heard.

Xia Yang slowly raised his hand and wiped away the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, which he had bitten too hard earlier.

His gaze, initially filled with confusion and humiliation, gradually transformed into a deep, unfathomable coldness and unwavering resolve.

"Qian Xunji... you truly have a way of courting death!"

Xia Yang murmured the name, each word seemingly tinged with blood and tears.

"I, Xia Yang, will forever remember this humiliation I have suffered today."

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river!"

"One day, I will return here with my head held high!"

"By then... you'd better wash your neck and wait for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yang gripped the wooden box containing the Spirit Bone tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Then, Xia Yang turned around abruptly, without the slightest hesitation, and strode out of the library.

His figure quickly disappeared into the deep night of Spirit City.

At the same time, Bibi Dong learned through her own channels that her affair with Xia Yang had been exposed.

Bibi Dong immediately understood that it wasn't Chrysanthemum Douluo wanted to see Xia Yang, but rather her teacher— Pope Qian Xunji— who had summoned Xia Yang.

Qian Xunji's goal was undoubtedly to separate the two of them.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bibi Dong decided to head to the Martial Soul Academy immediately.

She wanted to stand with Xia Yang and face her teacher together, demonstrating their unwavering stance.

Soon, when Bibi Dong rushed to the entrance of the Martial Soul Academy, she happened to meet Xia Yang, who was walking out of it.

"Xia Yang!"

Bibi Dong strode forward, her face showing an urgent yet determined expression, and said, "Come back with me quickly, the teacher wants to separate us..."

"But we'll go see him together and tell him our determination!"

As she spoke, Bibi Dong reached out to grab Xia Yang's right hand, wanting to take him back with her.

However, Xia Yang abruptly pulled his hand back.

Bibi Dong stood there, stunned, and turned back to look at him in confusion.

"Xia Yang?"

Let's break up.

Xia Yang said expressionlessly, his voice calm and undisturbed.