Yu Xiaogang Insults Bibi Dong, Seduces a Widow Into Bed? Bibi Dong Breaks Down and Clings to Qian Yu!

That piercing scream rang clearly across Spirit City after the Image Recording Stone's formation amplified it.

The moment they saw the man's face,

the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's representative in the VIP seats sprang to his feet, his face filled with disbelief and humiliation.

That was the disgrace of their clan, Yu Xiaogang!

Beside Qian Yu, Bibi Dong was struck as if by lightning the instant she saw the image on the screen.

Her already pale face drained of its last trace of color.

Her delicate body swayed violently, and Qian Yu caught her securely in his arms.

"Xiaogang..."

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the screen.

Her heart clenched painfully, and she pressed her lips tightly together.

Even her breathing stopped.

But the scene on the screen continued.

After the initial curses,

Yu Xiaogang in the image glanced toward Spirit City.

There was no concern in his eyes for his beloved's safety.

Only boundless fear.

"I can't stay here... I have to run... I have to get as far away from here as possible..."

"Dong'er... I'm sorry, I can't save you. I can't even save myself..."

Bibi Dong listened to Yu Xiaogang's mumbling, so utterly cowardly it could hardly be called human.

She watched him drag his broken leg without hesitation,

scrabbling away in the opposite direction like a stray dog.

Bibi Dong's pupils trembled.

Her nails dug into her palms, breaking the skin.

Blood trickled between her fingers, but she didn't notice.

But this was only the beginning.

The images recorded by the Image Recording Stone began skipping forward faster.

They captured the most unvarnished details of Yu Xiaogang's life over the past half-month.

The scene changed.

A street in a remote little town.

The "Grandmaster" who had once held forth in the Spirit Hall Library Pavilion, boasting of his knowledge and priding himself on his lofty character,

was now crouched beside a bucket of slop that reeked of rot.

Fighting over half a moldy, cold bun, he threw himself into a vicious scuffle with a stray dog.

Even when the dog bit through his arm, he guarded the bun fiercely, then gobbled it down with the mud and dirty water, blood and all.

The scene changed again.

Outside a pawnshop,

Yu Xiaogang smiled ingratiatingly as he trembled and pulled a translucent jade pendant from his robes.

It was the token of their love that Bibi Dong had carved herself and given him on her fifteenth birthday!

"Shopkeeper, this is top-quality cold jade. Name your price. I only need enough for a few doses of medicine for my leg and two filling meals..."

"What Spirit Hall Saintess?

I don't know her!

That woman's a jinx. She's the reason I ended up like this. I'd love to eat her flesh..."

To get a few more Copper Soul Coins,

Yu Xiaogang stood before the pawnshop owner

and unhesitatingly blamed Bibi Dong for everything that had gone wrong.

He even cursed the girl who had been willing to sacrifice everything for him with the vilest words he could find.

"Boom—"

The instant Bibi Dong heard that, the last taut string in her mind snapped completely.

Bibi Dong stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the screen.

Her tears burst forth, ruining her makeup.

"No... This can't be real... He wouldn't do this to me..."

Bibi Dong shook her head in despair.

Her voice was barely audible.

But Qian Yu gave her no chance to catch her breath.

He looked down at Bibi Dong, limp and fragile in his arms.

His expression was calm.

He had to shatter every last illusion Yu Xiaogang had left in Bibi Dong's heart.

This might hit Bibi Dong hard,

but when dealing with someone blinded by love,

you had to bring out the strongest medicine!

The screen delivered its final, most devastating blow.

It showed an evening a few days earlier.

Yu Xiaogang had used what little knowledge of Martial Soul Theory he had left

to con a widow whose husband had died and who came from a fairly well-off family.

In the image, Yu Xiaogang had changed into a cheap but clean robe and sat beside the plain-looking widow.

Yu Xiaogang clasped the widow's hand tightly, squeezing out a few tears of devotion. His voice was so tender it made the skin crawl:

"Sister Qin, if you hadn't taken me in, I'd probably have starved to death in the street."

"In the past, I trusted the wrong person and let a wicked woman take all my love.

It wasn't until I met you that I learned what true tenderness was."

"Sister Qin, don't worry. As long as I, Yu Xiaogang, still draw breath, I'll repay you properly.

You'll be the most important person in my life..."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang actually leaned forward and drew the widow into his arms.

"Whoa—"

The entire square before the Pope Palace erupted.

Some guests from the various factions wore looks of disdain; others were openly mocking.

Many more looked toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with undisguised contempt.

"So this is the 'Grandmaster' famed across the continent?

He's nothing but a stray dog, wagging his tail for scraps and chasing after whoever comes along!"

"For the sake of this good-for-nothing, the Spirit Hall Saintess nearly lost her good name. What a joke!"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's representatives were already ashen-faced, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

They were ashamed of Yu Xiaogang too,

but Yu Xiaogang was still the son of their clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen.

There was no way to deny the connection!

Bibi Dong, standing on the steps, had now lost every bit of strength in her body.

Her legs gave way, and she was about to collapse.

Just then,

Qian Yu reached out and caught Bibi Dong by her slender waist.

He pulled her forcefully into his arms.

Looking down at Bibi Dong, her face ashen and her eyes utterly empty,

Qian Yu slowly raised his hand and swept his sleeve.

The Image Recording Stone turned into a streak of light and disappeared into his Storage Ring.

The screen vanished.

Qian Yu lowered his head, leaned close to Bibi Dong's ear, and said with a soft laugh:

"Do you see clearly now, my fiancée?"

"This is the 'perfect love' you risked your life for, even agreeing to marry me in disgrace just to protect."

"He traded the token you gave him for scraps, then climbed into another woman's bed.

And... trampled your devotion underfoot, using it as a bargaining chip to win sympathy."

Qian Yu's long fingers lightly lifted Bibi Dong's chin.

He forced her to raise her head and look straight at him:

"Now tell me."

"Were those tears you shed for that pathetic excuse for a man worth it?"

Bibi Dong pressed her pale lips tightly together.

The vast sense of betrayal and despair swallowed her completely, like a freezing sea.

She stared blankly at Qian Yu, so close she could almost touch him.

In her eyes, once filled with resistance and hatred, only lifeless desolation remained.

As if she had finally accepted her fate,

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Yu and gave a slight shake of her head.

It wasn't worth it.

It really... wasn't worth it.

The man she had fought with all she had to protect had turned out to be nothing but a selfish, cowardly, vile joke.

The next moment,

as if the last shred of strength had been drained from her, Bibi Dong sagged forward.

Her arms were limp, yet she clung fiercely to Qian Yu's strong waist.