Bibi Dong's Concession

"Good?" Chu Feng sneered, "Good, I'm doing just great!"

So great that he felt like killing someone.

"Hey brother, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem so angry?"

The two men keenly noticed that Chu Feng's mood was off. Seeing his face looking darker than usual, they asked in confusion.

Chu Feng's current expression was as sour as a child who happily received red envelope money during the New Year, only to have it confiscated by their mother before they could even warm it up.

They immediately assumed that Chu Feng was just as indignant as they were about the Pope's decision.

The dignified Martial Soul Hall, the number one power on the continent outside of the empires, how could they let a piece of trash under level 30 become an Honorary Elder?!

If this got out, other factions would surely laugh their heads off.

They could even visualize the scene in their minds.

The other party pointing at something called Martial Soul Hall, then clutching their stomach in hysterical laughter, laughing until it hurt and tears streamed down their faces.

The friend standing to the side heard Chu Feng's self-mockery and then heard the two men's words.

He wanted to speak but hesitated.

Of course he was angry!

You two are indignant just because a piece of trash under level 30 became an Honorary Elder of Martial Soul Hall, but he had his position as Eighth Elder snatched away by Yu Xiaogang—how could he not be angry?!

"I am indeed very angry!" Chu Feng said in a voice that was still relatively calm: "Because that position of Eighth Elder was supposed to belong to me!"

After speaking, amidst their bewildered gazes, Chu Feng directly released the aura of his Quasi-Title Douluo cultivation.

Then, to their utter astonishment, he walked straight toward the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong wanted to abuse her power and protect Yu Xiaogang, who was impersonating a Martial Soul Hall elder? She wanted to help him secure the title of Honorary Elder of Martial Soul Hall!

In her dreams!

He, Chu Feng, would not allow it!

Anything that belonged to him, even a single grain of rice, he would swallow it into his own stomach.

Whoever dared to reach out and touch it, he would break their hand.

Not to mention this Eighth Elder position, which he had strived for many years to obtain and had long since viewed as his own.

"He... he is actually a Title Douluo!"

Watching Chu Feng's back as he walked into the Pope Palace, the two men snapped out of their stunned state.

They looked at each other, swallowed hard, and took deep breaths to calm their pounding hearts.

Clearly... clearly he looked so young!

He looked to be only about twenty, yet he was already a Title Douluo!

To be a Title Douluo at this age, could he be...!

The two men suddenly thought of someone, a legendary figure, the genius who was taken in as a disciple by the Grand Pontiff fourteen years ago as an exception.

When that genius awakened his martial soul, the Overlord Spear appeared and stirred up the world.

Later, after becoming the Grand Pontiff's disciple, his mastery of the Overlord Spear became powerful enough to be unrivaled throughout history.

That person was Chu Feng.

Since Chu Feng had already broken through to become a Title Douluo, his position as an elder of Martial Soul Hall was a certainty.

Yet the Pope was muddle-headed and incompetent, defying the world's opinion to appoint an Honorary Elder of Martial Soul Hall.

This was a blatant slap in the face to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng had fought tooth and nail, finally cultivating to become a Title Douluo, and was just about to become the Eighth Elder of Martial Soul Hall.

As a result, the Eighth Elder position that was within his grasp was snatched away by that upstart Yu Xiaogang.

On the other side, Chu Feng stormed into the Pope Palace.

He went straight to find Bibi Dong.

When Chu Feng found Bibi Dong, she was holding the teacup that Yu Xiaogang had drunk from, drinking from it obsessively.

Her face still wore an expression of infatuation, like a yandere with the belongings of her beloved.

Chu Feng frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the cup in her hand.

Looking at this cup, which had nothing special about it but was being crazily cherished by Bibi Dong, Chu Feng felt as if a switch had been flipped, and long-sealed memories in his mind suddenly surfaced.

Chu Feng remembered that there was such a description in the original work, and it was described in great detail.

Yu Xiaogang had come to find Bibi Dong to ask about the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls. Bibi Dong did not give it to him, so Yu Xiaogang left in a huff, accusing Bibi Dong of having no heart and claiming their past affection couldn't even buy the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls.

After Yu Xiaogang left, Bibi Dong's paranoid and twisted psychology took over, and she took the cup he had drunk tea from and drank from it frantically.

She vented her grievances to the empty air.

Thinking of this, and then looking at Bibi Dong holding the cup, a look of disgust appeared in Chu Feng's eyes.

Bibi Dong, that perverted freak.

She was drinking wildly and licking the cup that someone else had already used.

It was so damn disgusting that it made him sick!

Seeing Chu Feng, who had suddenly come to find her, Bibi Dong immediately regained her composure and set the cup aside.

She sat up straight, crossed her right leg over her left, and fixed her gaze on Chu Feng before her.

She asked in a leisurely tone, "What is it you want from me?"

As she spoke, Bibi Dong's hand couldn't help but continue to stroke the cup.

It was as if this cup were not a cup, but the head of Yu Xiaogang.

And the thing she was caressing was not the cup, but Yu Xiaogang's cheek.

Yu Xiaogang's cheek was just as smooth and round as the cup.

Bibi Dong felt that she was probably sick—no! She was already sick to begin with.

Bibi Dong believed that no one in the world could experience what she had gone through without their mindset becoming pathological.

To be betrayed by the person she respected most in a single day, to lose the person she loved most, and to lose her innocence only to become a tool for reproduction—anyone would have collapsed under such circumstances.

Watching Bibi Dong caress the cup as if no one else were present, the disgust in Chu Feng's eyes deepened.

He felt he couldn't stay here any longer.

If he stayed any longer, he would vomit up last night's dinner.

"I heard you appointed an Honorary Elder?" Chu Feng reined in the disgust in his heart and asked Bibi Dong in as calm a voice as possible.

Bibi Dong was taken aback.

She hadn't expected Chu Feng to come rushing over just to ask her about this.

The fact that she had appointed Yu Xiaogang as an Honorary Elder of Martial Soul Hall was bound to come out, and Bibi Dong hadn't intended to hide it from those stubborn old fossils in the Worship Hall anyway.

As the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, she certainly had the authority to bestow the title of Honorary Elder.

Besides, given the contribution of the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls proposed by Xiaogang to the world of Spirit Masters, he was well-deserving of the title of Honorary Elder.

"Hmm! Yes, that is the case. What of it? Why are you asking about this?" Bibi Dong looked at Chu Feng as she spoke.

"What of it? This is a huge deal!" Hearing this, Chu Feng sneered, looked her straight in the eye, and demanded sharply, "By what right did you appoint Yu Xiaogang as an Honorary Elder!?"

"Yu Xiaogang is nothing but a piece of trash who hasn't even reached level thirty; what right does he have to be an Honorary Elder?

Furthermore, you know as well as I do that only a Title Douluo is qualified to be an Elder of Martial Soul Hall, don't you?!"