Tang Chen panicked.
You could humiliate him, but you couldn't humiliate the Clear Sky Sect.
No, you couldn't humiliate him, either.
He and the Clear Sky Sect both had their dignity.
"Tang Chen, you said it yourself."
"If Tang San is a direct-line disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, you'll slap him to death."
"Saixi is right here to bear witness. You can't go back on your word."
Seeing how tough Tang Chen was acting, Qian Daoliu put on a look of anticipation.
Although he didn't know who Tang San was, he could more or less guess that Tang San was most likely Tang Hao's son—in other words, Tang Chen's great-great-grandson.
As far as he knew, when Qian Xunji had pursued Tang Hao and been killed in the counterattack, Tang Hao had been carrying a newborn baby.
That baby was most likely Tang San.
Even if he wasn't, Qian Daoliu had nothing to lose.
Tang Chen saw how serious he looked and immediately started to lose his nerve.
What if Tang San really was a direct-line disciple of the Clear Sky Sect?
Was he actually supposed to slap him to death?
But he'd already said it, and Saixi had heard him.
If he went back on his word now, wouldn't he make a fool of himself in front of Saixi?
He was a grown man. He couldn't embarrass himself in front of the woman he loved.
For the sake of appearances, Tang Chen could only grit his teeth and make a decision. "Whoever goes back on their word is a puppy!"
He refused to believe his luck could be that bad.
"Good. Now that's a man of conviction."
"I'll go back and have someone investigate Tang San's identity."
"If Tang San really is a direct-line disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, don't let us down."
"Saixi, you're our witness!"
Qian Daoliu was desperate to confirm Tang San's identity. He didn't linger on Sea God Island, but took off at once.
He intended not only to investigate Tang San's identity, but also to find out who Duan Changsheng was—the man Bo Saixi couldn't get out of her mind.
If he secretly killed this Duan Changsheng, then told Bo Saixi about it, wouldn't she forget him?
Then Qian Daoliu would have a chance.
The thought immediately filled him with renewed energy.
If he'd figured that out sooner, he wouldn't have spent seven days on Sea God Island, wasting all that time.
"Tang Chen, you and Qian Daoliu are both over a hundred years old. Why are you still acting like children? What's the point?"
"And now you're making bets? I'm embarrassed for you!"
"What if Tang San really is a direct-line disciple of the Clear Sky Sect? What are you going to do then?"
Bo Saixi was speechless.
When would those two old fools ever grow up?
"Hmph. If he is, I'll slap him to death. Our Clear Sky Sect doesn't raise scumbags!"
"Saixi, my condition is pretty much stable now. Thank you for these past few days."
"I won't keep bothering you. I'll head back first."
"I'll come see you again when I have time!"
Tang Chen made his promise with a solemn expression, afraid Bo Saixi might think he wasn't serious.
But he was feeling uneasy, and wanted to return to the Clear Sky Sect to look into whether there was really someone named Tang San there.
If there was, he'd figure something else out.
"Honestly, you're always rushing off. Just wait and see what you'll do when the time comes!"
"It's good that they're both gone. Now they won't bother me."
"Love takes initiative."
"Since Brother Duan is still around, I'll go to the mainland."
"No matter what, I won't let this opportunity slip away again. I'm determined to stay with Brother Duan for the rest of my life."
Bo Saixi watched Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen leave. After giving the Seven Sacred Pillar Douluo of Sea God Island a few instructions, she flew toward the mainland to search for Duan Changsheng.
[Scumbag Ranking, No. 2: Yu Xiaogang.]
[This man is vile at heart, a toad lusting after swan meat. He is prone to changing his affections and harbors delusions about the Pope of Spirit Hall!]
Yu Xiaogang's appearance at number two on the list caused an uproar.
Who on the Douluo Continent hadn't heard of Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang?
He was a good-for-nothing, yet claimed to have researched the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls, cheating people and making a name for himself.
Who would have thought he'd make the Scumbag Ranking, too, for harboring delusions about Pope Bibi Dong?
It seemed this guy was even more useless—and repulsive—than they'd imagined.
"Damn it, how could I, Yu Xiaogang, possibly be a scumbag?"
"Oh, heavens! You can't do this to me!"
"Bibi Dong loves me. I'm the person she loves most in this world."
When Yu Xiaogang saw himself on the Scumbag Ranking, he completely lost it.
How could things have turned out like this?
He should have been on the Love Saint Ranking!
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's shouts, the people around him turned to look, their eyes flashing with hostility.
The Soul Masters living in Spirit City were mostly Spirit Hall's most devoted followers.
They were deeply grateful for Pope Bibi Dong's policies supporting them.
In the hearts of many, Bibi Dong was their goddess.
Especially to the male Soul Masters, Bibi Dong was forever an unattainable goddess, someone no one else was allowed to sully.
Yet this famous good-for-nothing Grandmaster from the Douluo Continent had dared to entertain delusions about her. He'd even brazenly shown up in Spirit City, spouting nonsense and claiming Bibi Dong loved only him.
A shameless piece of trash like that didn't deserve to live.
If they didn't teach the bastard a proper lesson, they'd never be able to quell everyone's fury.
They would never allow anyone to sully their goddess, Bibi Dong—not even in their fantasies.
"Fuck, I can't take this anymore! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"
"Damn it, where'd this Monkey King come from, making trouble here and claiming His Holiness the Pope loves only him? If that were true, I'd spell my name backward!"
"Fuck me, this guy's so full of himself. Has he even looked at his ugly mug? Just looking at him makes me sick, and he still dares to claim His Holiness the Pope loves him? Shameless!"
"Damn it, I have to teach him a lesson, or he'll think Spirit Hall has no one to stand up for it."
"You bastard! You dare fantasize about my goddess? I'll show you what a fist the size of a cooking pot feels like!"
"Get him, brothers! Beat him to a pulp and vent our anger for His Holiness the Pope!"
The crowd exploded with outrage and closed in on Yu Xiaogang.
The denunciations of Yu Xiaogang soon spread throughout Spirit City, drawing more and more male Soul Masters to the scene.
Before long, a crowd of burly men had hemmed Yu Xiaogang in on all sides.
Every Spirit Hall patrol passing by took a detour.
Some patrols even went around spreading the word to draw more people over, and a few offered to lead them there themselves.
Yu Xiaogang stared at the furious faces around him and nervously swallowed.
What were they planning to do?
Their eyes were terrifying.
"W-who are you? What do you want?"
"I'm warning you, this is Spirit City, the safest place on the Douluo Continent. You can't just do whatever you want!"
Yu Xiaogang looked around in fear, hoping to find a corner he could squeeze through.
But everyone had blocked off the place so thoroughly that not even a fly could get in. There was no way he could escape.
A burly, middle-aged man looked him up and down, visibly displeased, then demanded coldly, "You're that Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang?"
"Yes, I'm Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, the genius who researched the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls."
"Are you all my fans and looking for an autograph?"
"Or do you want me to teach you some theories of love so you can win over the woman you love?"
When Yu Xiaogang heard someone call him "Grandmaster," his fear vanished in an instant, replaced by unprecedented confidence.
He hadn't realized he'd become so famous.
It seemed this Scumbag Ranking was pretty useful after all.
It was just that his fans seemed a little too enthusiastic, which made him feel somewhat afraid.