After much thought, Lu Mingchuan decided there was only one explanation.
[Who would've thought?]
[Tang Yuehua was actually a character on the same level as Dongzi. Could you use your brain for once?]
[You're a legendary useless prodigy of the Clear Sky Sect! How could an organization like Spirit Hall not have you on its list?]
[You can run Moonlight Pavilion peacefully in Spirit City because you have no talent or strength. If you were a Titled Douluo, you'd open Moonlight Pavilion on the first day and get dragged off by Spirit Hall on the second.]
[How could you expect them not to suspect that a useless little weakling like you was buying houses for some secret purpose?]
After hearing Lu Mingchuan's forceful, tiger-like analysis, Tang Yuehua suddenly felt a cold sweat break out down her back.
She had no strength at all. There was no chance she could open a business here.
"Mingchuan, what you said doesn't quite add up. How could your sister, a weak woman, survive right beside Spirit Hall, with all its power and resources? Don't you think?"
After his explanation, she understood the situation too.
She could open Moonlight Pavilion because Spirit Hall needed it. If they didn't, how could she have established it and made connections with Spirit Hall's Soul Masters?
In short, establishing the Yue Pavilion Chamber of Commerce in Spirit Hall's territory was absolutely unwise.
"Uh... you're right."
"Hehe... I won't tease you anymore, little brother. I'll take you out for some fun. How does that sound?"
Tang Yuehua looked completely relaxed. On days when she wasn't teaching Lu Mingchuan, she liked calling herself his big sister.
"No lesson today?" Lu Mingchuan eyed her suspiciously.
Tang Yuehua leaned back and laughed, her whole body swaying like a flowering branch.
"I was teasing you. You actually believed me? Get ready. We're going out—to Spirit Hall. How does that sound?"
"To Spirit Hall?"
Lu Mingchuan found it strange. Tang Yuehua wasn't supposed to appear in today's plot.
[Spirit Hall and the sects and empires haven't openly fallen out yet, but Huazi, you've got some nerve going to Spirit Hall.]
[But I remember Huazi's Martial Soul can calm Bibi Dong.]
"I got insulted again."
Bibi Dong no longer knew what to say.
In Lu Mingchuan's mind, she was nothing but a negative example—the kind of villain anyone could use as a cautionary tale.
Her frustration kept building inside her.
[But Huazi! You're going to find an empty room today.]
[Yu Xiaogang has plenty of scenes today. He's going to see Dongzi, and if you take me with you now, you won't get to see her. You might as well come have tea with me.]
Bibi Dong's eyes lit up.
There was no way she'd be out. She'd wait right here for them today. Whoever came to call on her, she wouldn't leave. Let's see how they'd find an empty room then.
Tang Yuehua shook her head.
Even knowing Bibi Dong might not be there, she couldn't just stay away.
Her status was nowhere near theirs. She had no right to do that.
"It's because I helped straighten you out and your reputation soared. The Pope specifically asked me to teach the Saintess etiquette," Tang Yuehua explained to Lu Mingchuan.
"Helped straighten me out?" Lu Mingchuan pointed at himself.
He wasn't some spoiled young master. Was that really necessary?
Tang Yuehua's words made Lu Mingchuan feel like he was reading a completely different script from the rest of them.
Tang Yuehua nodded as if it were obvious. "You paid for my lessons for the longest time, then suddenly stopped. What do you think?"
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Lu Mingchuan shouldn't have expected more of himself.
The two of them exchanged greetings with the Old Butler outside, then headed toward Spirit Hall.
Once inside Spirit Hall, they went straight to the point and made their way toward the Saintess's residence in the back.
A nervous maid who had been waiting for them ushered them inside.
The Saintess had been terrifying lately, with her mood changing without warning. She hoped these two guests could calm her down and bring back the quiet, silly, sweet Saintess she knew.
They reached the door.
"Saintess, the guests you've been waiting for have arrived."
"Let them in."
Bibi Dong's voice came from inside the room.
Lu Mingchuan and Tang Yuehua exchanged a look.
Dongzi was actually home and hadn't gone out.
Bibi Dong had even taken the time to dress up, wearing something like Tang Yuehua usually wore, showing off her fine figure to the fullest.
Her purple dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves. At this level, she was every bit Tang Yuehua's equal.
She'd only changed her style a little.
Yet it completely changed the impression she gave.
"Saintess."
Lu Mingchun and Tang Yuehua, who had just entered, froze at the sight of Bibi Dong's bewitching beauty.
They couldn't help stepping back, checking several times before stepping forward again.
Was this really Bibi Dong? Why was she wearing Huazi's clothes?
[My god, Dongzi, brother, what happened to you? Why are you acting like such a delicate little girl?]
[Has spring arrived?]
Tang Yuehua struggled to hold back her laughter.
Lu Mingchuan's teasing was brief and to the point, perfectly suited to Bibi Dong's current state.
Bibi Dong pretended to be composed as she said, "Mingchuan, you're here."
As expected, he was a damn womanizer. She couldn't stop grumbling about him in her heart.
Lu Mingchuan didn't reply. He only nodded politely.
He was a little taken aback by Bibi Dong's purple dress. This was completely unlike anything she would wear right now.
Behind him, Tang Yuehua quietly asked, "Mingchuan, what do you think? Isn't the Saintess especially beautiful and radiant today?"
With the two women's gazes crossing over him, Lu Mingchuan nodded.
[Huazi, isn't that obvious?]
[Dongzi may have twisted morals, but at least her features are in the right place.]
[She's got talent and looks, brains and beauty.]
Bibi Dong's hands, hidden behind her, clenched tightly.
Twisted morals?
She had never imagined he might judge her that way.
What on earth had she done to become that sort of person in his eyes?
Seeing that Bibi Dong had calmed down a little, Tang Yuehua finally explained the purpose of their visit.
"The Pope asked me to teach the Saintess etiquette and help her settle her mind. Does the Saintess have time?"
Bibi Dong felt a little helpless, but she could only let Tang Yuehua teach her.
What had she done to seem so rash? Why did she have to get the same treatment as Lu Mingchuan, that spoiled young master?
"Let's go. Spirit Hall has a place that's perfect for this."
To make sure the lessons went smoothly, they headed to the place Bibi Dong had mentioned.
Lu Mingchuan had no idea why he had to tag along too, and aimlessly looked around.
A sudden thought rang out in the hearts of all three of them.
(Which way should I go to find the right path through Spirit Hall?)
(Who would've thought that I, Grandmaster, with my sterling reputation, would be killed by Spirit Hall here?)
(But to achieve my goal, I can give up anything.)
Lu Mingchuan raised an eyebrow. Was this the kind of plot that came with protagonist privileges?
Even the other players weren't there, and yet the cast had been assembled for him.
Who knew what might happen if Yu Xiaogang actually came through?
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