"Good?" Chu Feng sneered. "Good, I'm doing just fine!"
Fine enough to want to kill someone.
"Hey, man, what's going on? Why do you seem so angry?"
The two men had also keenly noticed that something was off with Chu Feng's mood. Seeing how dark his expression was, they asked in confusion.
Chu Feng looked like a kid who'd happily gotten his New Year's money, only to have his mother take it away before he'd even had a chance to warm it in his hands.
They immediately assumed that Chu Feng was just as indignant as they were about the Pope's decision.
How could the mighty Spirit Hall, the greatest power on the continent besides the empires, let a good-for-nothing who wasn't even at level thirty become an Honorary Elder?!
If word got out, the other factions would laugh their heads off.
They could practically picture it in their minds.
Someone pointing at something called Spirit Hall, then doubling over in laughter, laughing until their stomach hurt and tears streamed down their face.
The friend beside them heard the self-mockery in Chu Feng's voice, then heard what the two men said.
He hesitated, wanting to speak.
Of course Chu Feng was angry!
They were so indignant just because a good-for-nothing who wasn't even level thirty had become an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall. Wasn't he supposed to be angry when Yu Xiaogang had snatched the position of Eighth Elder right out from under him?!
"I am indeed very angry!" Chu Feng said, his voice fairly calm. "Because that position of Eighth Elder should have been mine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Feng released the aura of a Quasi-Title Douluo before their bewildered eyes.
Then, as they stared in utter shock, he strode straight into the Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong wanted to abuse her power for personal gain and protect Yu Xiaogang, who had impersonated an elder of Spirit Hall? She wanted to make his title of Honorary Elder official!
Dream on!
He, Chu Feng, would never allow it!
What belonged to him—even a single grain of rice—he would make sure to get.
Anyone who dared reach out and touch it would have their hand broken.
And he had worked for years to earn that position of Eighth Elder. It had long since been as good as his.
"He... he's actually a Titled Douluo!"
Watching Chu Feng's back disappear into the Pope Palace, the two men finally came out of their stunned daze.
They looked at each other, swallowed, and took deep breaths to calm their pounding hearts.
He'd... he'd looked so young!
He looked barely twenty, yet he was already a Titled Douluo!
A Titled Douluo at that age—could he be...?!
The two men suddenly thought of someone, a legendary figure: the genius whom the Grand Pontiff had made an exception to take as a disciple fourteen years ago.
When that genius awakened his Martial Soul, the Overlord Spear had appeared and stirred the winds and clouds.
Later, after he became the Grand Pontiff's disciple, his mastery of the Overlord Spear grew so powerful that it surpassed all others throughout history.
That person was Chu Feng.
Now that Chu Feng had broken through to become a Titled Douluo, his position as an elder of Spirit Hall was all but certain.
But the Pope had acted tyrannically and sealed the Honorary Elder title despite the objections of the world.
She was blatantly slapping Chu Feng in the face.
Chu Feng had fought tooth and nail and finally cultivated to the rank of Titled Douluo. He was just about to become the Eighth Elder of Spirit Hall.
But before that position, which had been within his grasp, could be his, Yu Xiaogang had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and snatched it away.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng stormed into the Pope Palace.
He went straight to Bibi Dong.
When Chu Feng found her, Bibi Dong was holding the cup Yu Xiaogang had drunk from and drinking from it obsessively.
Her face was still transfixed with infatuation, like that of a lovesick lunatic who had gotten her hands on something used by the person she adored.
Chu Feng's brows knitted slightly, and his eyes fell on the cup in her hands.
Looking at the ordinary cup that Bibi Dong was so crazily protective of, Chu Feng felt as if some switch had suddenly flipped. Memories buried deep in his mind surfaced all at once.
Chu Feng remembered a passage like this in the original story. It had been described in great detail.
Yu Xiaogang had gone to see Bibi Dong to ask how to cultivate Twin Martial Souls. Bibi Dong hadn't told him, so Yu Xiaogang had left in a huff, accusing her of being heartless and saying that their past affection hadn't even been enough to earn him the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls.
After Yu Xiaogang left, Bibi Dong's obsessive, twisted feelings welled up, and she took the cup he'd drunk from and drank from it ravenously.
She vented her grievances to the empty air.
Remembering that, Chu Feng looked again at Bibi Dong holding the cup, and disgust surfaced in his eyes.
Bibi Dong was a sick pervert.
That was a cup someone else had drunk from, and she was drinking from it and licking it.
That was seriously disgusting!
When Bibi Dong saw Chu Feng suddenly come to see her, her expression immediately returned to normal, and she set the cup aside.
She sat up straight, crossed her right leg over her left, and rested her gaze on Chu Feng before her.
In a leisurely voice, she asked, "What did you come to see me about?"
As she spoke, Bibi Dong couldn't help running her hand over the cup.
It was as if the cup weren't a cup, but Yu Xiaogang's head.
And she wasn't stroking a cup, but Yu Xiaogang's cheek.
Yu Xiaogang's cheek was as smooth and rounded as the cup.
Bibi Dong thought she was probably sick. No—she was sick.
Bibi Dong believed that no one in the world could go through what she had and not end up with a twisted state of mind.
In a single day, she had been betrayed by the person she respected most, lost the person she loved most, and been robbed of her chastity and turned into a tool for bearing children. Anyone would have broken down.
Watching Bibi Dong stroke the cup as if no one else were there only made Chu Feng feel more disgusted.
He didn't think he could stay there any longer.
If he did, he'd throw up last night's dinner.
"I heard you appointed an Honorary Elder?" Chu Feng suppressed his disgust and asked Bibi Dong as calmly as he could.
Bibi Dong was taken aback.
She hadn't expected Chu Feng to hurry over just to ask her about that.
There was no way to keep her appointment of Yu Xiaogang as an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall secret. Besides, Bibi Dong had never intended to hide it from those old stubborn fools in the Worship Hall.
As the Pope of Spirit Hall, she had the authority to bestow the title of Honorary Elder.
And considering Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls and his contributions to the Soul Master World, he was unquestionably worthy of the title.
"Mhm! That did happen. What's wrong? Why are you asking?" Bibi Dong asked Chu Feng.
"What's wrong? This is a huge deal!" Chu Feng sneered, staring straight at her as he demanded, "What gives you the right to appoint Yu Xiaogang as an Honorary Elder?!"
"Yu Xiaogang is a good-for-nothing who isn't even level thirty. What makes him worthy of being an Honorary Elder?
"And elders of Spirit Hall have to be Titled Douluos. Don't you know that?!"
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