Bibi Dong: Senior Brother, Yu Xiaogang Could Never Betray

Three days later, Pope Palace.

After three days had passed, Qian Xunji summoned the two of them to the Pope Palace once again, intending to hear their final decisions.

As for Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji hoped she would not be so ungrateful as to blindly refuse.

Qian Xunji looked at the two graceful figures standing before him, his heart filled with deep emotion; his eldest disciple had grown more beautiful with each passing year, even more outstanding than Bibi Dong.

"Guyue, have you considered your decision?" Qian Xunji asked.

Ye Guyue remained as cold as snow, his gaze calm as he looked at Qian Xunji, "Teacher, I am willing to marry Bibi Dong."

Qian Xunji was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Good."

As long as Ye Guyue agreed, that was all that mattered; as for Bibi Dong?

It was Ye Guyue's consent he required, and even if Bibi Dong were unwilling, there were plenty of ways to handle her.

"Senior Sister?"

Bibi Dong had never expected that Ye Guyue would truly agree to this.

What could possibly be Ye Guyue's reason for agreeing?

She could not fathom it.

Qian Xunji was exceptionally pleased: "As long as you have made your decision, Guyue, that is enough."

"Bibi Dong, now that your Senior Brother has already agreed, what else do you intend to do?"

Qian Xunji could see the impulse in Bibi Dong to speak, yet she held back; there was no need to guess, she surely wanted him to spare Yu Xiaogang.

Bibi Dong's legs trembled. These three days had been a period of agony and torment, and her complexion had long since lost its former rosy glow, replaced by pallor and exhaustion.

This was the first time in all her years that she had lived under such dual pressure.

She felt as though she had lost her center of gravity, unable to distinguish right from wrong, knowing only that she had no choice but to agree to marry her Senior Sister.

Qian Xunji watched the hesitant Bibi Dong, his expression turning stern and impatient:

"Bibi Dong, state your thoughts. Do not waste time; this teacher does not have that much patience."

Ever since Bibi Dong had met Yu Xiaogang and even threatened to run away with him, her life had changed completely.

His patience for Bibi Dong had grown thinner, and his temper had grown shorter.

Had Ye Guyue not returned in time, he truly would have struggled to find another solution.

Faced with Qian Xunji's impatience, Bibi Dong stepped forward, her voice trembling as she spoke:

"Teacher, this disciple is willing."

She had no other choice; her Senior Sister remained as she had been, still unwilling to even look her in the eye.

Qian Xunji nodded in satisfaction: "Bibi Dong, you must consider the bigger picture. That trash from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has no business harboring delusions of climbing higher."

Seeing that Bibi Dong had agreed, the concerns in Qian Xunji's heart finally vanished completely; now, all that remained was to await the grand wedding.

"The wedding will be held in half a month. I shall act as your witness, and by then, Guyue, you may also be named the Holy Son."

The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden would be a perfect match.

"Bibi Dong, you may leave first. I have other matters to discuss with your Senior Brother."

Qian Xunji waved his hand, signaling for her to withdraw.

Before leaving, Bibi Dong glanced at Ye Guyue, who still would not meet her eyes, and felt a bitter ache in her heart.

Everything was gone.

A desolate Bibi Dong turned and walked out of the Pope Palace.

Once Bibi Dong had departed, Qian Xunji spoke slowly: "Guyue, only you can pull your Junior Sister back from this crooked path."

"Rest assured, Teacher. I have my own plans, and I will not ignore my Junior Sister's affairs." Ye Guyue was not cold-blooded to that extent.

Qian Xunji looked gratified, "It is good that you understand, Guyue. As for Yu Xiaogang, you may dispose of him however you see fit; I will not interfere. You may even use him to make Bibi Dong give up completely—it all depends on how you handle it."

His own thoughts might differ from Ye Guyue's.

He simply wanted to eliminate Yu Xiaogang, but the man was the biological son of Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, making him difficult to deal with.

If he were an ordinary person, he could have ensured that this individual never appeared in this world again.

As the Pope, he had many methods at his disposal, but he was unfamiliar with Ye Guyue's, and he could use this matter to see exactly what kind of methods his disciple possessed.

If he were truly formidable, the position of Holy Son would be firmly his, and perhaps even the position of Pope in the future.

Though that was a distant prospect, Ye Guyue's cultivation had already reached the Soul Saint realm, and his seventh soul ring was one hundred thousand years old; one could only imagine how terrifying that was.

Even he himself would likely die from his body exploding if he tried to absorb such a ring.

"Rest assured, Teacher. I have my own ways of dealing with Yu Xiaogang, and I will ensure my Junior Sister gives up on him entirely." Ye Guyue understood everyone, but he understood Yu Xiaogang best of all.

Deluding himself into becoming a 'Grandmaster' through the Ten Core Competitiveness theories?

What a pity that these were all stolen in the end. How could a mere level twenty-nine Spirit Master possibly comprehend such truths? Was it not a joke?

"Hahaha, Guyue, it is precisely because you are so reliable that I am at ease. The teachings of the seven Elders are truly different. Go ahead and do as you please." Qian Xunji laughed heartily; in the Martial Soul Hall, he could walk sideways, doing whatever he desired.

"Then, Teacher, this disciple takes his leave." Ye Guyue turned and walked out of the Pope Palace.

The palace gates were pushed open. Bibi Dong stood in a spot before the Pope Palace, waiting quietly. Seeing Ye Guyue emerge, she went up to meet him.

"Senior Sister."

"Follow me." Ye Guyue spoke in a cold voice.

Bibi Dong asked in confusion, "Where to?"

"To the dungeon."

The dungeon.

Bibi Dong did not dare to continue asking, instead following silently behind Ye Guyue.

Wherever Ye Guyue walked, everyone acted with the utmost respect.

Arriving at the entrance of a dungeon, the guards watching the gate immediately opened the doors.

As the two entered, a scent of cold, damp, and rot rushed toward them.

Bibi Dong covered her nose, unable to imagine whether Yu Xiaogang could possibly survive staying in a place like this.

"Bibi Dong, do you not believe that Yu Xiaogang loves you? Then I shall let you see with your own eyes whether he truly loves you or not."

Ye Guyue's cold voice came from ahead, and Bibi Dong trotted to his side. "Senior Sister, Yu Xiaogang definitely loves me. I believe in him."

Ye Guyue let out a cold laugh, and the two walked step by step toward a cell.

Yu Xiaogang's face was pale, his hands shackled by cold iron chains, his entire body covered in wounds, devoid of his former spirit.

"Yu Xiaogang." Bibi Dong covered her mouth.

Ye Guyue said indifferently, "Bibi Dong, go to the side and do not show yourself. If you want to know if he loves you, I will let you witness it personally."

Bibi Dong clenched her fists. "Senior Sister, you could never succeed from the very beginning."

Her tone was incomparably firm, brooking no doubt.

After these words, Bibi Dong moved to the other side, out of Yu Xiaogang's line of sight.

"Splash him awake with water."

"Yes." A maidservant nearby picked up a basin of water and splashed it onto Yu Xiaogang.

"Ah!" The icy water hitting his body caused Yu Xiaogang to wake up instantly, his entire frame shivering uncontrollably.

When he saw Ye Guyue before him, dressed in white, elegant in temperament, and peerless in grace, his expression changed drastically.

The Ye Guyue before him was spotless, like a goddess from the nine heavens; he should not have appeared in a place like this.

To Yu Xiaogang, Ye Guyue's appearance here meant that matters had reached the point of nearing their end.