Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's Secret War

Immediately after, Yu Xiaogang took a letter from his drawer.

He began to write with great fervor.

"To my dear Bibi Dong."

"My dearest Bibi Dong, how have you been?"

"It is your Xiaogang."

"My martial soul theories have finally been proven."

"A soul master named Tang San is currently putting my theories into practice; he truly is a genius."

"But what infuriates me is that a talented soul master named Zhou Tong has no respect for his elders and mocks my theories. Such scum is simply a blight upon the soul master world."

"What worries me even more is that Zhou Tong intends to join Spirit Hall. He plans to curry favor with you and flatter you the moment you come to inspect Nuoding City."

"Xiaodong, for the sake of our years of history, I am writing this letter specifically to warn you: do not be deceived."

After sending the letter, Yu Xiaogang smiled with satisfaction.

"Zhou Tong, you think that just because you have a little talent, you can disregard your elders? You have nowhere else to go, so you want to rely on Spirit Hall?"

"I will show you what cold, hard reality is."

"Whether it is the Heaven Dou Empire or Spirit Hall, I have connections everywhere."

"If you offend me, Yu Xiaogang, you won't be able to take a single step. Just wait to be defeated by my disciple and die in disgrace."

"When that time comes, I will have my revenge. Heh heh heh."

It took Yu Xiaogang only a short while to devise a plan to deal with Zhou Tong.

Although his strength was lacking and his character was rotten, he had been born into a good family. Relying on his background, manipulating a mere youth was certainly no difficult task.

Spirit Hall.

Pope City.

The magnificent, golden gates slowly creaked open. A purple-robed bishop hurried forward, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head respectfully.

"Your Majesty the Pope, the Spirit Hall branch in Nuoding City has sent a report and a letter."

Seeing that the Pope did not respond, the bishop said with a flustered expression, "The letter was written by Grandmaster."

Upon hearing the word "Grandmaster," Bibi Dong—the love-struck woman sitting on the high throne, dressed in a noble and gorgeous purple gown and wearing a purple-gold crown—instantly turned her head. Her gaze fell upon the bishop below as she spoke.

"Speak quickly, what has happened to Grandmaster?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who was waiting to the side, showed great tact as he took the report and placed it on Pope Bibi Dong's desk.

Bibi Dong's expression brightened slightly. She quickly raised her fair, slender hand, opened the envelope, and scanned the information within.

After a long moment.

"Xiaogang, you truly are yourself. You actually managed to apply an animal-type soul ring to a plant-type martial soul; your theory has been proven."

"This Zhou Tong actually dares to question the continent's number one theoretical Grandmaster. He is truly audacious."

"A Thunderous Hell Vine martial soul, with destructive power from lightning that is astonishing, and innate soul power at level ten. This child is actually a genius."

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she furrowed her willow-leaf brows as she studied the report in her hand.

As the Pope, she had seen many strange and bizarre things, and had even experienced them firsthand.

But she had never heard of a lightning-attribute martial soul with innate full soul power.

The innate full soul power alone was enough to warrant her attention.

Such geniuses were always needed by Spirit Hall.

However, Grandmaster had stated in his letter that the boy's character was vile and he was not worth using.

Just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke up from the side: "Your Majesty, this type of lightning martial soul always faces a fatal problem."

"I once saw a lightning-attribute vine soul beast that had reached about thirty thousand years of age, only for it to self-destruct."

"After many years of research, I discovered the mystery behind it."

"Although the destructive power and offensive capabilities of lightning far exceed those of martial souls of the same level, the stronger the lightning attribute, the more terrifying its erosion of the body becomes. Eventually, the body cannot withstand the power of the lightning, leading to self-destruction."

"Many lightning-attribute plant-type soul masters have encountered similar situations."

"This youth will likely walk the same path in the future."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong pondered for a moment and said indifferently: "He cannot even break through to become a Soul Saint?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, sighing slightly, "He might not even be able to become a Spirit King, because the human body is fragile and cannot compare to spirit beasts."

"Once the thunderous power within his body exceeds the limits of his physical form, he will explode."

"Unless he possesses a bloodline similar to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, as such bloodlines are naturally attuned to the power of lightning."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong immediately lost interest in Zhou Tong. "Since he has no value to utilize, then discard him."

A battle raged between the rational and romantic sides of Bibi Dong's mind, but in the end, the romantic side gained the upper hand.

"Besides, since Grandmaster says he is not wanted, then he is not wanted."

"This child has no respect for his elders and scorns Grandmaster's theories; he is simply foolish beyond compare."

"Pass down the order: this person named Zhou Tong is never to be employed."

Immediately after, Bibi Dong looked at another piece of information.

"Grandmaster has taken in a talented youth named Tang San."

"The surname Tang?"

"Could it be the Clear Sky Sect?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke up immediately, "Shall I go and investigate?"

Bibi Dong shook her head. "No need. This person has an ordinary Blue Silver Grass spirit, not the Clear Sky Hammer."

"We can just look into it in a month's time."

Chrysanthemum Douluo responded, "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."

Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Crown Prince's Residence.

The noble and stunning Qian Renxue, with her golden hair, was reviewing the intelligence on Bibi Dong that Serpent Spear Douluo had delivered.

"Zhou Tong? At such a young age, he dares to confront Yu Xiaogang?"

"What a spirited youth."

"It is a pity he was ruined by Yu Xiaogang."

"Mother's brain must be fried again, being led around in circles by Yu Xiaogang."

"To actually reject such a talented youth."

"It is simply a waste of a heaven-sent gift."

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes carefully scanned the information on Zhou Tong.

Innate full spirit power, a lightning-attribute vine spirit, with extremely powerful offensive capabilities.

He was a genius youth in every sense.

Yet, simply because he was at odds with Yu Xiaogang, he was suppressed by her mother.

Qian Renxue felt a sense of pity for Zhou Tong.

Serpent Spear Douluo, standing to the side, spoke up, "This person's spirit is the Thunderous Hell Vine. This type of spirit is easily eroded by the power of lightning, and I fear he will likely perish prematurely in the future."

Qian Renxue laughed, "Have no fear. With the resources of Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire, can we not cure a hidden flaw in a spirit?"

"As far as I know, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is quite adept at resolving this issue."

"Mother is blind; if she does not want this genius, I do!"

"In a month, we shall go to Nuoding City and take this genius away."

One month later.

Yu Xiaogang returned to his study, preparing to rest, when a somewhat disheveled figure appeared before him.

"Tang Hao? It is actually you!"

Seeing the figure that had appeared so suddenly, Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted slightly.

"It is I. I am very relieved that you have been looking after Little San these past few days."

"Bibi Dong is coming, and I need to lay low and leave for a few days. During this time, I am taking Little San with me."

"Help me find an excuse to gloss over it."

"Are you returning to Holy Soul Village?"

"No. For the sake of safety, I will leave the territory of Nuoding City until Bibi Dong has departed."