Bibi Dong's Proposal, Liu Erlong Wants to Join Too?

The underground was already littered with corpses, the bodies of fallen spirit masters strewn everywhere.

Surrounding them were still quite a few villagers from the original settlement.

"These fallen spirit masters truly deserve to die."

"To lay hands on villagers like this, they are utterly devoid of conscience."

Liu Erlong clenched her fists, feeling deeply displeased.

There were also many strange, peculiar array patterns scattered about the area.

Dozens of fallen spirit masters had been holed up underground, surely plotting something, but all of it had been resolved in a single strike by the Holy Emperor Dragon Spear of Ye Guyue.

After a thorough search confirmed that everyone was dead, Ye Guyue finally felt at ease, while Liu Erlong stood in one spot, beginning to study the array patterns.

"Husband, come here."

Bibi Dong was in a corner, beckoning with her finger.

"What is it? Did you find something?"

Ye Guyue walked over.

The moment he stepped into the shadows, Bibi Dong grabbed him directly.

She locked her hands around his palms.

With a thud, Ye Guyue was pinned against the wall.

In the shadows, Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed as she looked him over, her tongue tracing her red lips:

"Husband, there's no one here... and Liu Erlong is busy studying the arrays. Won't Dong'er keep you company to relieve your fatigue?"

"To hell with that, let me go."

Ye Guyue's cold, aloof face was covered in frost.

The more he resisted, the more excited Bibi Dong became, and she giggled:

"Husband, you are always like this. Whenever you encounter a difficult question, you always try to change the subject, but Dong'er won't give you the chance."

She immediately stood on her tiptoes.

She kissed him.

The two began to dance like dragon and snake.

Her other hand loosened slightly... and went straight to grasp that towering pillar.

Ye Guyue's eyes widened, his body suddenly went limp, and he was immediately overpowered by Bibi Dong.

"Eh? Where did they go?"

After finishing her study of the array patterns, Liu Erlong realized the two were nowhere to be seen.

"Dong'er, no, wuwuwu..."

Hearing Ye Guyue's voice, Liu Erlong immediately walked toward the sound and quickly discovered the two in the corner.

The sight made Liu Erlong blush uncontrollably, and she hurriedly covered her mouth, hiding to the side.

"Is that the feeling of depravity that Bibi Dong spoke of?" Liu Erlong muttered to herself, unable to help but feel a sense of longing.

The scent of Ye Guyue...

Liu Erlong dared not peek again, but her mind was filled with the scene she had just witnessed, unable to forget it for a long time.

"I'll just take one more secret look, just one."

A moment later, Liu Erlong suppressed her thoughts and quickly returned to the side of the array patterns, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Five minutes later, Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong emerged from the corner one after the other.

Bibi Dong walked with a spring in her step.

A faint blush still lingered on Ye Guyue's cold, aloof cheeks, though it didn't affect him much.

"Brother Guyue, Bibi Dong, what were you two doing?"

Liu Erlong feigned curiosity.

Bibi Dong said triumphantly: "We were engaged in secret cultivation. Liu Erlong, this matter is highly confidential, so I won't tell you."

Confidential?

Ye Guyue rolled his eyes at Bibi Dong; how could she say that with a straight face? Wasn't she embarrassed?

It was easy for her to talk, but he was the one suffering.

Calling it secret cultivation—wasn't it really just doing some hooligan-like things?

"Can you bring me along for the next secret cultivation?" Liu Erlong asked, her face full of anticipation.

She had actually blurted it out in a daze.

Bibi Dong gave a charming smile and hooked her arm through Ye Guyue's, "That probably won't work. This is a little bit of fun between husband and wife; it's not suitable for outsiders."

Ye Guyue immediately struck her on the head with a rod.

"Ouch, that hurts~"

Bibi Dong clutched her head, acting spoiled with a pitiful expression.

"Don't try that on me; if you dare act like this again, see how I deal with you," Ye Guyue warned.

"I promise," Bibi Dong nodded obediently.

She would say it now and forget it later anyway, and her husband could do nothing about her.

"Then where do you and the others plan to go next, Brother Guyue?"

If they weren't returning to Martial Soul Hall, she could continue to follow them.

"To Heaven Dou City; we came out to relax and complete a mission along the way."

Ye Guyue was certainly aiming to obtain the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud.

This was a treasure that could grant the inheritance of the Sea God.

No matter who received it, they would gain immense benefits.

"What a coincidence, we can go together; I'm heading to Heaven Dou City as well," Liu Erlong said with a smile.

"Then let's go together."

Liu Erlong had not yet met Yu Xiaogang, and in all likelihood, she wouldn't run into Flender either.

"Dong'er, if you dare to stir up trouble on the road again, you're sleeping in a separate room when we reach the hotel in Heaven Dou City."

Ye Guyue dropped these words and was the first to leap upward and leave.

Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong followed closely behind.

At this very moment, far away at the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao was desperately tempering his Clear Sky Hammer.

He had lost that battle, lost it completely, and it had truly damaged his Dao heart.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't beat Ye Guyue."

Tang Hao was filled with rage, gripping the Clear Sky Hammer and smashing it into a nearby boulder.

The boulder shattered, sending dust flying into the air.

Just then, a man dressed in black robes appeared before Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao, one of the legendary Clear Sky Twin Stars, is actually getting angry because he can't beat Ye Guyue?"

The voice carried an effeminate tone.

The person beneath the black robe was none other than Yu Xiaogang, though the Tang Hao before him could not recognize him.

"Who are you to dare mock me?"

Tang Hao looked at the black-robed figure vigilantly; the way he had appeared without a sound was too eerie.

Although the opponent could not pose a threat to him, he definitely had other motives.

"Who I am is not important; what matters is that you are wallowing in despair just because you lost to one person. Do you want to become stronger?"

Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly.

Tang Hao chuckled, "Become stronger? Of course I want to, but what makes you think you can help? I am a Soul Douluo, while you are a rat hiding your head and tail, not even daring to show your face. It's utterly ridiculous."

"Is it interesting to just talk big? I won't get angry over such a trivial matter."

Yu Xiaogang had come with a purpose, which was to make Tang Hao join him.

Of course, this was also an arrangement of the God of Farts' plan.

This was a step within the divine trial.

"I can give you a chance to become stronger, one that will allow you to break your own limits and rival Ye Guyue."

Yu Xiaogang chuckled softly.

Hearing the other's words, Tang Hao sneered, "You? If you have the guts, take a strike from me and see."

"Heaven-Surpassing Strike!"

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, soared into the sky, and brought the massive hammer down toward Yu Xiaogang.

"Tsk, what a nuisance."

Yu Xiaogang knew he couldn't beat him in a fight, but he could briefly borrow the power of the God of Farts.

Immediately, Yu Xiaogang let out a series of rapid-fire farts and retreated to a safe distance.

Tang Hao's attack missed, and the surrounding stench nearly suffocated him.

Just as he was about to speak, Yu Xiaogang leaped into the air, "I can't beat you in melee combat, but I have more than enough to disgust you."

"Third Soul Skill, Fart Bomb!"

Yu Xiaogang tucked Luo Sanpao into his black robe.

The next moment, a purple fart bomb shot out.

Tang Hao gripped his Clear Sky Hammer and shattered it.

In an instant, the purple stench permeated the air; Tang Hao inhaled a bit and immediately began to retch.

"So foul! You disgusting wretch, I am going to kill you."

Yu Xiaogang gave a mocking smile: "Enjoy the taste of my fart. I will return, and by then, I hope you will have a change of heart."