Yu Xiaogang Insults Bibi Dong, Tricking a Widow into Bed? Bibi Dong Collapses, Hugging Qian Yu!

The shrill, miserable scream was amplified by the formation of the Image Recording Stone, echoing clearly over the skies of Martial Soul City.

When the face of that man became clear.

The representative of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in the VIP seats stood up abruptly, his face full of disbelief and humiliation.

That was the disgrace of their clan, Yu Xiaogang!

And Bibi Dong, standing beside Qian Yu, was struck as if by lightning the moment she saw the image on the light screen.

Her already pale complexion instantly lost its last trace of color.

Her delicate body swayed violently, only to be held firmly in Qian Yu's arms.

"Xiaogang..."

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the light screen.

Her heart twisted with pain, and she pressed her lips tightly together.

Even her breathing came to a standstill.

However, the scene within the light screen continued.

After the initial curses.

Yu Xiaogang in the image glanced toward the direction of Martial Soul City.

What was revealed in his eyes was not worry for his lover's safety.

There was only endless fear.

"I cannot stay here... I must flee... I must get as far away from here as possible..."

"Dong'er... I am sorry, I cannot save you; I cannot even save myself..."

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's cowardly, pathetic muttering.

Watching him, without a moment's hesitation, dragging his broken leg.

His back looked like a stray dog as he crawled desperately in the opposite direction.

Bibi Dong's pupils dilated in shock.

Her fingernails dug into her palms, piercing the skin.

Blood dripped through her fingers, yet she remained completely unaware.

But this was merely the beginning.

The footage from the Image Recording Stone began to skip forward rapidly.

It recorded the most authentic trajectory of Yu Xiaogang's life over the past half-month.

The scene shifted.

On the street of a remote town.

The "Grandmaster" who once held forth with high-minded arrogance in the Library Pavilion of Martial Soul Hall.

Was now sprawled beside a swill bucket reeking of rot.

For half a moldy, cold bun, he was actually fighting and biting a stray dog without a shred of dignity.

Even after his arm was bitten by the dog, he guarded the bun tightly, stuffing it into his mouth as he swallowed it down mixed with mud and blood.

The scene shifted again.

In front of a pawnshop.

Yu Xiaogang smiled obsequiously, trembling as he pulled a crystal-clear jade pendant from his bosom.

That was the token of love Bibi Dong had carved with her own hands and given to him on her fifteenth birthday!

"Shopkeeper, this is top-quality cold jade. Give me a price; just enough to exchange for some medicine for my leg and two full meals will do..."

"What Martial Soul Hall Saintess?

I don't know her!

That woman is a jinx who caused me to fall into this state; I wish I could eat her flesh..."

In order to get a few more copper soul coins.

Yu Xiaogang stood before the pawnshop owner.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pushed all the blame onto Bibi Dong.

He even used the most venomous language to curse the girl who had been willing to sacrifice everything for him.

"Boom—"

The moment she heard those words, the last taut string in Bibi Dong's mind snapped completely.

Bibi Dong stood dazed on the spot, her eyes staring hollowly at the light screen.

Tears burst forth like a dam, ruining the makeup on her face.

"No... this isn't true... he wouldn't treat me like this..."

Bibi Dong shook her head in despair.

Her voice was as thin as a gossamer thread.

But Qian Yu did not give her any chance to catch her breath.

Looking at the soft, boneless Bibi Dong in his arms.

Qian Yu's gaze was calm.

He had to shatter every last fantasy Yu Xiaogang held in Bibi Dong's heart.

Although this might be a bit of a heavy blow to Bibi Dong.

But when dealing with someone so lovesick.

One must use strong medicine!

The light screen ushered in its final and most lethal strike.

It was an evening a few days ago.

Relying on his last remaining scraps of martial soul theoretical knowledge.

Yu Xiaogang had swindled a widow whose husband had passed away and who possessed a fairly wealthy family background.

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

Yu Xiaogang gripped the widow's hand tightly, squeezing a few tears of deep affection from his eyes, his tone so gentle it was nauseating:

"Sister Qin, if it weren't for you taking me in, I fear I would have starved to death on the streets long ago."

"In the past, I was poor at judging character and was cheated of all my feelings by a vicious woman.

Only until I met you did I learn what true tenderness is."

"Sister Qin, rest assured, as long as I, Yu Xiaogang, have a breath left, I will surely repay you well in the future.

I will treat you as the most important person in my life..."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang actually leaned forward on his own initiative, pulling the widow into his embrace.

"Whoosh—"

The entire Pope Palace plaza instantly erupted into an uproar.

The guests from various major factions wore expressions ranging from disdain to mockery.

More than that, they cast unconcealed contempt toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Is this the 'Grandmaster' who shook the continent?

He's nothing but a begging, fickle stray dog!"

"To think that for such a piece of trash, the reputation of the Martial Soul Hall's Saintess was nearly ruined—it's absolutely laughable!"

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

Although they also viewed Yu Xiaogang as a disgrace.

He was, after all, the son of Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen.

That connection was impossible to shake off!

Standing on the steps, Bibi Dong had completely lost all strength in her body.

Her legs went weak, and she was about to collapse to the ground.

Just then.

Qian Yu reached out and steadily caught Bibi Dong's slender, willow-like waist.

He forcibly pulled her into his arms.

Qian Yu looked down from above at Bibi Dong, whose face was ashen and whose eyes were completely hollow.

He slowly raised his hand and flicked his sleeve.

The Image Recording Stone turned into a stream of light and was stored back into his storage ring.

The light screen dissipated.

Qian Yu lowered his head, leaned into Bibi Dong's ear, and chuckled:

"Did you see clearly, my fiancée?"

"This is the 'perfect love' you risked your life for, even going so far as to suffer the humiliation of marrying me to protect."

"He took the token you gave him and traded it for scraps, only to turn around and crawl into another woman's bed.

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

Qian Yu's long, slender fingers gently pinched Bibi Dong's chin.

He forced her to lift her head and look him straight in the eye:

"Now, tell me."

"For such filth, were the tears you shed before worth it?"

Bibi Dong pressed her pale lips tightly together.

A massive sense of betrayal and despair submerged her completely, like freezing seawater.

She stared blankly at Qian Yu, who stood within arm's reach.

Those eyes, once filled with resistance and hatred, now held only a desolate, deathly silence.

It was as if he had finally resigned himself to his fate.

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Yu and shook her head slightly.

It wasn't worth it.

It really... wasn't worth it at all.

The man she had exhausted everything to protect had turned out to be nothing more than a selfish, cowardly, and despicable joke.

The next second.

As if the last ounce of strength had been drained from her body, Bibi Dong slumped forward limply.

Her arms, weak yet desperate, wrapped tightly around Qian Yu's upright waist.