Bibi Dong, Who Was Unaccountably Blamed

Perhaps his meeting with Bibi Dong had been a scheme orchestrated by her all along.

Yu Xiaogang pondered this as he returned to his room, closing the door behind him.

"What could Bibi Dong's goal be..." Yu Xiaogang muttered, sitting down on his bed.

In that instant, he realized there were many problems.

He was known by everyone as a failure; even if he possessed some knowledge, it was truly abnormal for Bibi Dong, the Saintess of Spirit Hall, to be attracted to him for it.

There were far too many people in Spirit Hall more capable than him, not to mention those who were both knowledgeable and powerful.

The more Yu Xiaogang thought, the colder his back felt.

If Bibi Dong's approach had been a long-planned conspiracy, what did she want from him?

His theories?

Impossible.

His ideas might fool laymen, but any elder in Spirit Hall could tear his arguments to shreds.

His strength?

Even more impossible.

A twenty-ninth-level failure wasn't even qualified to be a sparring partner for the Saintess.

Then what else could it be?

The only two things of value he possessed were his bloodline and his status as a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

Although he had left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, the blood flowing through his veins was ultimately that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

He was a direct descendant of one of the Upper Three Sects, and his father was the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

Even if he had been kicked out, this identity remained unchanged.

If Bibi Dong could control the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family through him, wouldn't one of the Upper Three Sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, become a prize in the palm of Spirit Hall's hand?

Although he was a failure and could not become the patriarch, Spirit Hall had no shortage of methods; as long as Bibi Dong married him, she would have the justification to interfere in the affairs of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

When that time came, with Spirit Hall intervening as an in-law, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family would find it difficult to openly break ties, no matter how unwilling they were.

What a vicious plan.

No, this was only the tip of the iceberg.

It was common knowledge that Spirit Hall had always wanted to annex the Upper Three Sects.

The Clear Sky Sect was the strongest, their hammers as stubborn as a rock in a latrine, making them hard to chew.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was wealthier than a nation, and with money, one could make the devil turn the millstone; they were also difficult to deal with.

Only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family had seen a decline in talent in recent years; apart from a few collateral descendants who were somewhat promising, there were almost no figures among the direct line worth mentioning.

The weakest link was naturally the easiest target to strike.

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Yu Xiaogang's forehead.

He even recalled his own martial soul mutation back then; it should have been a disgraceful affair, but who was the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family?

It was his father.

Even if he were driven out of the sect, the bond of blood between father and son could not be severed.

If Bibi Dong truly married him, it would be equivalent to Spirit Hall planting a nail in the core of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

That nail was him, Yu Xiaogang.

And he had actually been foolish enough to think he had found true love, believing there was a woman who didn't care about his strength or appearance, but only appreciated his talent and inner self.

"Idiot," Yu Xiaogang cursed under his breath.

He didn't know if he was cursing Bibi Dong or his past self, who had been so easily swayed by a few sweet words.

He felt fortunate that he had run away so decisively that day.

Although Deng Tianxin was Bibi Dong's son, he was still just a child, and a child's mouth was the least reliable.

Perhaps the child hadn't been sent by Bibi Dong, but had let the truth slip inadvertently, allowing him to see the reality.

Regardless, he was safe for the moment.

But safety was only temporary.

Yu Xiaogang slowly lay back on the bed, staring at the mottled wood grain on the ceiling.

Since one scheme had failed, Bibi Dong would certainly not give up.

She was the Saintess of Spirit Hall, deep in her schemes and ruthless in her methods; once she had set her sights on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, she would surely find other ways.

Perhaps the next target wouldn't be him, but someone else in the family?

Perhaps she would choose another member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family who was easier to control? What should he do now?

Go and warn the family?

Who would believe the words of a failure?

Even if he were to blow himself up and claim he had once dated Bibi Dong, it was impossible for anyone to believe him.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, rolled over, and pulled the quilt over his head.

The clamor downstairs had died down at some point; the merchants, having eaten and drunk their fill, had returned to their respective rooms one after another.

"Bye-bye, I'm going to sleep." Deng Tianxin wiped his mouth and said goodbye to Liu Erlong.

Deng Tianxin had just turned around and hadn't even managed to take his first step when his collar was grabbed from behind.

Fingers hooked into his neckline and yanked backward, lifting him right off his feet. His legs kicked uselessly in the air. He was far too familiar with this sensation—over the past year, Bibi Dong had hauled him up with this exact move at least a hundred times. Every time, the force, the angle, and even the position of her fingers hooked into his collar were identical. If not for the fresh, herbal scent on Liu Erlong being completely different from Bibi Dong's rose fragrance, he would have almost thought the old witch had returned from Slaughter City.

"What are you doing?" Dangling in mid-air, Deng Tianxin turned his head and glared at Liu Erlong with dead fish eyes.

Liu Erlong carried Deng Tianxin with one hand and pushed open the guest room door with the other. "What do you mean, 'what am I doing'? You're staying in my room."

"Wait, wait, wait..." Deng Tianxin began to flail, his short legs kicking wildly in the air. "You're a young lady, and I'm a grown man. If word gets out that we're sharing a room, what will happen to your reputation?"

"A grown man?" Liu Erlong looked down at him, her gaze like that of someone watching a kitten claim to be a fierce tiger.

Liu Erlong chuckled and said, "You're a seven-year-old brat. How can you have the nerve to call yourself a grown man?"

Deng Tianxin: "..."

Liu Erlong carried Deng Tianxin into the room, shut the door behind her, and tossed the little guy onto the bed.

Deng Tianxin bounced on the soft mattress. Before he could even roll over to get up, Liu Erlong had already kicked off her boots and sprawled out carelessly beside him, one arm draped casually over him as if she were hugging a large doll.

"Sleep." Liu Erlong closed her eyes, her tone brooking no argument.

"I haven't taken a bath yet!" Deng Tianxin struggled in protest.

"What kind of bath does a little brat need? You won't stink after just one day." Liu Erlong didn't even open her eyes, pulling him closer into her embrace.

Pinned down and unable to move, Deng Tianxin stared up at the dark rafters, once again falling into deep self-doubt.

He shouldn't have left home, and he shouldn't have acted alone. His Dragon-kin constitution was practically a walking, human-shaped body pillow.

Bibi Dong wanted to sleep while holding him, and now Liu Erlong wanted to sleep while holding him too. He even suspected that this constitution came with a passive skill called "Deeply Loved by Female Spirit Masters."

However, come to think of it, Liu Erlong's embrace was indeed more comfortable than Bibi Dong's.

Liu Erlong's seventeen-year-old figure had already developed quite significantly, and as he was pinned in her arms, his face was pressed directly against a place it shouldn't be, making his breathing somewhat labored.