Slapping Cheeks

"Leaving so soon?"

Gu Yuena felt a stir in her heart; she leaned down and pinched Ye Guyue's chin between her fingers.

"This King is still reluctant to let you go. How about this? Stay behind. I believe that if we try three times a day, we will surely see results."

Ye Guyue felt immense humiliation. He swatted Gu Yuena's hand away, picked up the spirit bone, and stowed it into his storage Soul Tool. Blushing, he snapped angrily:

"Gu Yuena, you are a lewd pervert! You are unworthy of being the Silver Dragon King. I will never trust you again."

Having said that, Ye Guyue turned and left, not wanting to stay for even another second.

"Tsk tsk, just like a wronged little bride," Gu Yuena chuckled softly.

She did not stop him, letting him leave; her goal had already been achieved, after all.

As long as she became pregnant and gave him a reason to be tethered, she did not believe he would stay away forever.

Escaping the Star Dou Great Forest, Ye Guyue felt increasingly dissatisfied, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He had only come to the Star Dou Great Forest for training, yet he ended up being imprisoned by her for a month and even nearly lost...

Fine, he had already lost it.

It was infuriating.

He wondered how Martial Soul Hall was doing.

It had been a year, and he hadn't sent a single letter back to Martial Soul Hall.

The period Ye Guyue was currently in was the era when Martial Soul Hall was under the control of Qian Xunji.

Back then, upon awakening the Radiant Holy Dragon, he had been taken in as a disciple alongside Bibi Dong, but he had been personally taught by Qian Daoliu.

Awakening the Radiant Holy Dragon had shocked the upper echelons of Martial Soul Hall. Furthermore, at the time, he was indistinguishable from a young girl.

Because of this, the several elders of the Worship Hall had all vied to teach him, eventually snatching him away from Qian Xunji.

As for Bibi Dong, since he resided in the Worship Hall and the seven elders frequently took him out for training, his interactions with her had been minimal.

Activating his Radiant Holy Dragon avatar, he accelerated his return to Martial Soul Hall.

Half a day later.

Upon returning to Martial Soul Hall, the moment his figure touched the ground, his pristine white robes fluttered slightly, making him appear transcendent and otherworldly.

"Guyue, you've returned?"

Sensing Ye Guyue's aura, Qian Daoliu quickly arrived before him from the Worship Hall, but he looked slightly surprised upon seeing the youth's expression.

"Guyue, you've been out for over a year; why is your complexion so poor?"

Ye Guyue was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Grandpa Qian, I'm fine. It's just that my cultivation has been a bit taxing. Look, my gains are not small."

One yellow, one purple, and four black rings, followed by one red.

Seven spirit rings appeared in unison, their momentum like a rainbow.

"A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring."

Qian Daoliu's pupils constricted.

A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.

Good heavens, Ye Guyue hadn't sent a letter in a year, and the moment he returned, he brought back something this massive?

It was too massive!

"Grandpa Qian, am I impressive?"

Ye Guyue smiled triumphantly.

Even if it was something he had traded his body for.

Qian Daoliu looked at the bright, spring-like smile on his face; he looked for all the world like a young girl.

"Impressive, Guyue is the most impressive." Qian Daoliu ruffled his hair, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Not receiving a letter for a year had truly pained this old man's heart.

"By the way, you should head to the Pope's Palace and take a look. Your teacher is currently reprimanding your junior sister."

Qian Daoliu sighed.

Hearing this, Ye Guyue understood the situation and immediately set off for the Pope's Palace.

"Grandpa Qian, please excuse me for now."

Pope's Palace.

The guards of the Imperial Guard looked on with confusion as a "young woman" approached, but one of the older guards recognized him.

It was Ye Guyue, who had been out training, returning. He immediately shouted to the other three, and together they pushed open the great doors.

Ye Guyue stepped into the grand hall.

Inside, two people were currently locked in a confrontation.

Qian Xunji sat upright upon the papal throne.

His golden eyes were filled with fury and majesty.

A distinct crack appeared on the armrest under his right hand, a testament to the depth of Qian Xunji's rage.

Before him, a beautiful woman with hair cascading to her waist stood silently, not daring to move.

Dressed in a magnificent golden gown, she was none other than the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong.

Beside her, a man knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Guyue recognized him at a glance: it was Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, he did not even dare to draw a full breath.

As Ye Guyue drew closer, Qian Xunji finally looked toward him, his expression shifting into a benevolent smile. "Guyue, you have returned."

"Teacher, Guyue has returned."

Ye Guyue gave a slight nod.

"Senior Sister..." (Bibi Dong's unique term of endearment for Ye Guyue)

Bibi Dong turned her head to look.

Her eyes were rimmed with red, her voice choked with emotion.

She knew the person before her was her senior brother, but from the age of six until now, she had always instinctively called him Senior Sister.

Ye Guyue did not look at Bibi Dong, choosing instead to stand quietly to the side.

Bibi Dong felt a pang of disappointment when she realized Ye Guyue was not looking at her.

Qian Xunji did not continue speaking with Ye Guyue, instead shifting his gaze back to Bibi Dong.

His eyes flickered between Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang, his anger mounting with every passing thought until he suddenly roared:

"Bibi Dong, Martial Soul Hall has spent so many resources to raise and nurture you, and this is how you repay me? This is how you repay Martial Soul Hall?"

"By falling in love with a piece of trash whose Martial Soul is nothing but a pig and whose spirit power is only level twenty-nine?"

Bibi Dong, hearing this, was deeply dissatisfied:

"Your Holiness, I stand by my choice. Why can I not choose my own love?"

"Foolish! Unreasonable!"

Qian Xunji bellowed in a rage, the pressure of a Titled Douluo surging forth, causing both Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong to tremble in terror.

"As the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, you are not even half as good as your... your senior brother!"

"If you had been like this from the start, this position of Saintess should never have been given to you."

Qian Xunji withdrew his pressure, his face twisted.

Bibi Dong's voice was icy.

"Furthermore, my love has nothing to do with you. I can make my own decisions. Am I not allowed to pursue the person I love?"

"Whether it is cultivation or anything else, I have never let you down."

Bibi Dong clenched her fists, her voice ringing out with strength. "If it comes to it, I don't want the title of Saintess. I don't want anything. I will leave on my own and never disturb you again."

Qian Xunji looked at the kneeling Yu Xiaogang: "Just because of him? A level twenty-nine piece of trash?"

"It is utterly laughable!"

Bibi Dong protested: "Xiaogang is not trash."

Qian Xunji laughed, driven to the point of absurdity.

"If he is not trash, let him try to save you. If he can take you out of the Papal Palace under my pressure, I will acknowledge his ability. But right now, he doesn't even have the courage to stand up."

Qian Xunji truly could not fathom what had gone wrong in Bibi Dong's mind.

Did she really think Martial Soul Hall was a place she could just walk out of whenever she pleased?

Bibi Dong was furious, her entire body trembling:

"He is only incapable for now; that does not mean he will be incapable in the future."

Qian Xunji's eyes were cold. "Bibi Dong, ask your senior brother. If he is willing to let you go, then I shall."

As these words fell, a glimmer of hope sparked in Bibi Dong's heart.

Although they met infrequently, Ye Guyue had always treated her very well.

Just as Bibi Dong looked over in anticipation...

"Slap!"

What greeted her was not Ye Guyue's words, but a cold, stinging strike.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the Papal Palace, and even the previously enraged Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment.

"Bibi Dong, you have disappointed me too much."