Gangzi Weeps

Inside the room, Yu Xiaogang watched the hulking figure leave.

The sound of the door closing rang in his ears.

He hugged his badly deformed Iron Underpants to his chest.

No one had ever told him that boys had to protect themselves when they were out and about, too.

Silent tear tracks streaked his face.

After Cuihua closed the door, she headed toward the Saintess Hall.

She hadn't been gone long, so the Saintess was surely still there. All she had to do was report what had happened.

She'd originally thought rather highly of Yu Xiaogang, but the reality left her speechless.

He wasn't just a little inadequate. He felt just like the eunuchs she'd encountered.

"Your Highness the Saintess!"

Lu Mingchuan helplessly felt the domain covering him. He really didn't need to be treated like Bibi Dong.

Suddenly, Cuihua's voice rang out, making him look up.

Hadn't Cuihua just bundled Yu Xiaogang off? How had she come back so quickly?

Big guy, have you finished enjoying your Gangzi?

Who would've thought the persona Gangzi wanted to cultivate would be shattered by you? He's no longer the chaste, woman-avoiding Grandmaster.

But that was awfully quick. You didn't let Yu Xiaogang get away, did you?

Bibi Dong stared at Cuihua when she heard that, too.

She didn't care whether Cuihua had her own motives, as long as she accomplished the goal in the end.

But if she let Yu Xiaogang get away, she could go raise pigs at the Soul Beast Farm.

Why did Her Saintess's gaze suddenly feel so oppressive?

Cuihua, standing outside the domain like a mountain, scratched the flesh on her cheek.

Still, she dutifully reported what had happened.

After hearing Cuihua's account, Lu Mingchuan and Tang Yuehua both looked at Bibi Dong strangely.

He wasn't this useless because you kicked him, was he?

Judging by Yu Xiaogang's state of mind back then, there was definitely nothing wrong with his body.

Bibi Dong guiltily looked away. So what if he was ruined? What did it have to do with her?

Besides.

The one who kicked him was yesterday's Bibi Dong. What did that have to do with today's Bibi Dong?

"Don't look at me. Focus on calming your minds."

Bibi Dong reminded them what they were supposed to be doing.

Her public image was that of Spirit Hall's sweet, virtuous Saintess. How could she possibly be the sort of woman who'd do something like that?

Lu Mingchuan looked curiously at Cuihua. "Where did Yu Xiaogang go? Make sure no one lets him die in Spirit Hall. That'd look bad."

Gangzi had turned out to be such a disappointment.

It made Lu Mingchuan doubt the power of the Luck Halo.

System had all kinds of interesting identity scenarios. If Yu Xiaogang died, would Lu Mingchuan still get to try them out?

Would he have to find people like Tang Hao or Tang San to play the roles instead?

Gangzi, if you leave, who else will be this entertaining? Who else will make me laugh?

Cuihua nodded, assuring him. "Don't worry, Young Master Lu. I'll enjoy—give him some time, then let him go. I absolutely won't take his life."

That was what she said aloud.

But inside, Cuihua was already weeping. She might have been a little disappointed in Yu Xiaogang's abilities in that regard, but she was one of those who'd genuinely been won over by his talent.

Letting him go just like that really did make her reluctant.

"What, have you fallen for him?" Bibi Dong teased her female disciple, offering a reason so absurd even she couldn't believe it.

How could that be? Who would fall for someone so slovenly?

Unexpectedly, Cuihua bashfully nodded.

"Then how about I just have you marry Yu Xiaogang?" Lu Mingchuan suggested.

He wanted to see if she'd agree.

Hearing Lu Mingchuan's suggestion, Cuihua shook her head rapidly. "Young Master Lu, you can't just say things like that."

"Work is work, and feelings are feelings. How could I possibly confuse the two? Saintess, you have to believe me. I really did clean Yu Xiaogang's clock and make him behave."

Lu Mingchuan silently praised her for that tactful denial.

Dongzi, Cuihua really is a talent!

What a pity you stole her life from her.

When Bibi Dong heard that Cuihua was a talent, she secretly nodded. Someone like Cuihua was exactly the kind of person she wanted on her team.

But when she heard the rest—

Her face darkened. What did he mean, she'd stolen Cuihua's life?

Was he saying Cuihua should've been the Saintess of Spirit Hall?

Tang Yuehua, standing nearby, wanted Cuihua for herself, too.

She was going to build the Yuehua Chamber of Commerce.

With a talent like Cuihua on her side, how could she fail to grow the business and make it thrive?

In this Douluo Continent full of villains, Dongzi, you're probably one of the ones perched at the very top.

There probably aren't many good people, either.

The more ink an author spends, the more wicked the characters get. That's no empty saying.

It'd be fine to make you Spirit Hall's Pope, but if you have one of your episodes, that's another matter.

An episode?

Tang Yuehua quietly studied Bibi Dong in front of her.

How had she never heard that the Saintess of Spirit Hall was ill?

Could Bibi Dong really have hidden it so well that nobody knew?

Thinking back on what had happened earlier, Tang Yuehua looked at Lu Mingchuan and tapped her temple.

Is something wrong up here?

Lu Mingchuan gave her a thumbs-up where Bibi Dong couldn't see.

Damn, no wonder Tang Yuehua's got at least a little brains. She got what I meant right away. That's right—it's just like you think.

Bibi Dong's mouth, which had been making arrangements for Cuihua, stopped for a few seconds.

What sort of mischief were those two up to behind her back? What were they saying that she wasn't allowed to hear?

She was dying to know what they were talking about, but she couldn't let it show.

"Saintess, what is it? Where should I take Yu Xiaogang?" Cuihua prompted Bibi Dong, who had drifted off.

Flustered and annoyed, Bibi Dong waved her hand. "Just keep Yu Xiaogang for one more night, then hurry up and send him away."

Cuihua's eyes lit up. She answered at the top of her lungs.

"Understood!"

Then her massive body hurried back to her room.

Bibi Dong watched her leave and sneered to herself.

Now it was time to deal with you, Tang Yuehua.

This woman really wasn't simple. Bibi Dong had thought they were just teacher and student, but it turned out they were that close.

The two of them had even openly made fun of her behind her back.

If she couldn't hear Lu Mingchuan's truest thoughts, she might've been fooled by this woman.

Showing off your little legs—who were you trying to seduce?

Bibi Dong couldn't stand Tang Yuehua. She was the only one who got to hear his inner thoughts; that made her special.

"I know a place in Spirit City that sells excellent rouge and face powder. It can make a real difference to your appearance. Would you like to give it a try, little sister Yuehua?"

To be honest, Bibi Dong didn't know whether Tang Yuehua was older or younger than her. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that she couldn't let her tone or form of address put her beneath Tang Yuehua.

"Oh... really?"