Qian Daoliu's Rebuke, the Spirit Hall Pope's Responsibility

In another guest room at the Blue Tyrant Academy.

Yu Xiaogang, lying on the bed, twitched his fingers slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

He felt incredibly weak as soon as he woke up.

My bones felt like they were falling apart, and my throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.

When Flender, who was standing by the bedside, saw Yu Xiaogang, his face immediately lit up with a look of surprise and joy.

"Xiao Gang! You're finally awake!"

He quickly picked up the water glass from the side, carefully supported Yu Xiaogang, and fed him a few sips of warm water.

After drinking the water, the burning sensation in Yu Xiaogang's throat was relieved considerably.

He regained his composure and immediately grabbed Flender's arm, his voice filled with urgency.

"The Xiao San! How is the Xiao San? I need to see Xiao San!"

His memory was stuck on the time when Tai Tan released his oppressive aura.

His biggest worry right now is Tang San's safety.

Tang San was his disciple, the sole practitioner of his theories, and his only hope in this life.

Tang San absolutely cannot get into trouble!

"Xiao Gang, don't get agitated, focus on recovering your injury first."

Flender quickly held him down.

"Don't worry, the Xiao San is fine, he's perfectly alright, nothing's wrong with him at all."

The words of comfort carried a bitter undertone.

Tang San had already transformed into someone they couldn't afford to offend, so there was nothing wrong with him.

Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself.

Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply, a look of confusion on his face.

"Nothing wrong? What about Tai Tan? Wasn't he here to cause trouble? With his powerful Soul Power, how could he let Xiao San go?"

"Tai Tan didn't come here to cause trouble for the Xiao San at all."

Flender sighed, just about to explain the whole story.

The door to the room was pushed open.

Tai Tan's tall figure walked in from outside the door.

Tai Tan walked into the room, his gaze casually sweeping around.

He didn't even glance at Yu Xiaogang lying on the bed, as if he were just a wisp of air, completely nonexistent.

His gaze finally settled on Flender.

His tone was icy, carrying a strong warning. "Dean Flender, my Young Master will remain at your Blue Tyrant Academy for the time being."

Tai Tan's voice was loud and clear, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

"You better take good care of him. If even a single hair on my Young Master is missing, I'll tear down your Blue Tyrant Academy and reduce you and your Academy to ashes."

Flender immediately put on a fawning smile and hurriedly nodded and bowed in response.

"Don't worry, Tai Tan, I will take good care of Xiao San and will absolutely not let anything happen to him!"

Tai Tan nodded in satisfaction.

He glanced coldly at Yu Xiaogang on the bed, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain and disgust.

In his eyes, this so-called Grandmaster was nothing but a useless liar who only knew how to talk the talk.

If it weren't for him, the Young Master wouldn't have abandoned the world's number one Tool Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, to cultivate some Trash Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Grass.

He felt that even glancing at Yu Xiaogang would offend his eyes.

Tai Tan said nothing, turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"..."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the bed staring at the closed door, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.

He never expected to be ignored and humiliated like this.

He wouldn't even deign to say a single word to Tang San's teacher.

A deep sense of humiliation and resentment surged from the depths of his heart.

"Flender, what exactly is going on?"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, looked at Flender, and his voice trembled slightly.

Why does Tai Tan call Tang San"Young Master"? What's going on?

"Well..."

Flender sighed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he told Yu Xiaogang everything Tai Tan had told him about Tang Hao's true identity and everything that had happened in the past.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang froze on the bed, an expression of disbelief on his face.

His mind was shaken like never before.

The Strength Clan is actually a vassal force of Tang Hao!

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled slightly.

An unprecedented light ignited in his eyes.

This is a good thing!

This means that his disciple, Xiao San, also has the background to support him!

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists tightly.

A burning ambition and fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

Looking at the night view outside the window, a twisted smile appeared on his lips.

The Spirit Hall, and Lin Qingmo, who repeatedly embarrassed him.

Just wait and see.

When Tang San grows up, he will make everyone who looks down on him and everyone who opposes him pay a heavy price.

That night.

The Spirit City was silent.

Beside the gilded throne deep within the Pope Palace, the candlelight flickered under the sudden surge of Soul Power.

The palace doors were then pushed open silently.

Qian Daoliu was dressed in a plain white robe, with the Angel Phantom appearing and disappearing behind him.

The pressure from the Limit Douluo was like a sinking mountain, instantly locking down the entire hall.

Without a word of pleasantries, he launched into a piercing, icy interrogation.

"Bibi Dong, as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, you have abandoned your post and disappeared for several days. Do you know your crime?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it caused the pillars inside the hall to hum almost imperceptibly.

Bibi Dong didn't even turn around, but slowly and methodically adjusted the gold thread embroidery on her cuffs.

His Purple Eyes were filled with utter nonchalance.

His tone was as light as a breeze brushing against a candle flame, yet it carried an undisguised sarcasm.

"Grand Pontiff, having spent so much time in the Worship Hall in seclusion, forgotten even the most basic rules?"

"The Pope Palace is where I handle religious affairs. You came uninvited and immediately accused me of a crime. You seem more like the master of the Spirit Hall than I am the Pope."

"Presumptuous!"

Qian Daoliu's Angel Soul Power suddenly surged, and the pure white light almost extinguished all the candles in the hall.

"I ask you, where did those ten go?"

"The envoys from the two great empires have requested an audience three times, eight urgent reports about the unusual activities of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School are piling up on my desk, and no one is making a decision on the affairs of the branch schools across the continent!"

"You are the Pope of the Spirit Hall, not a wandering cultivator."

"To disregard the sect's reputation and the safety of a million Soul Master —what is this if not dereliction of duty?!"

He took a step forward, his imposing presence intensifying, every word carrying an unquestionable admonition.

"Now is a crucial juncture for laying the groundwork for Heaven Dou."

"Xue'er is proceeding with extreme caution within the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace; the slightest misstep could lead to utter destruction!"

"You, as her birth mother and the highest authority in the Spirit Hall, have disappeared without a trace."

"If something goes wrong, the Spirit Hall's decades-long plan will be destroyed. Can you bear that responsibility?!"

"Don't forget, who gave you permission to sit on this Pope throne?"

"Don't let your Twin Martial Souls give you the advantage to make you forget your place and the rules you should follow!"

The candle flame finally stabilized amidst the extreme clash of Soul Power.