Rakshasa God Second Trial: Conquer Ronan! But It Seemed Strength Alone Couldn't Conquer Him...

Ronan curled his lip disdainfully at Bibi Dong's utterly horrified expression and continued to drive the knife in.

"I not only know that you have a Rakshasa God Trial, I also know this."

"After you and Yu Xiaogang separated back then, he immediately went looking for another woman to forget you."

"Shut up! You are not allowed to insult Xiao Gang!"

At the mention of Yu Xiaogang's name, it was as though Bibi Dong's most sensitive nerve had been touched. She screamed hysterically.

"Insult? I was merely stating a fact."

Ronan looked at her coldly, each word piercing her heart.

"You say Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul theories are unrivaled in the world?"

"How utterly ridiculous!"

"If his theories were truly that powerful, then after all those years of research..."

"Why was his Martial Soul still that useless Luo Sanpao, whose farts sounded like thunder?"

"Why could he not make his own Martial Soul evolve?"

Ronan pointed at the Golden Sacred Dragon circling above his head and radiating endless majesty, speaking proudly.

"Open your eyes and look carefully!"

"My Martial Soul was originally Luo Sanpao as well!"

"But now, it has evolved into the ultimate Golden Sacred Dragon!"

"I accomplished what Yu Xiaogang could not!"

"His so-called theories are not even worth dog shit before absolute strength and facts!"

"For the sake of a piece of trash who cannot even understand his own Martial Soul and only knows how to swindle people everywhere..."

"You actually abandoned Spirit Hall's foundation and came all this way to cause trouble for me?"

"Bibi Dong, not only are you weak, your brain is waterlogged too!"

"Remember this. Before you stand up for someone else in the future, take a piss and look at yourself."

"See how much you are worth! Stop coming out and making a fool of yourself!"

Ronan's words directly tore apart the strongest defenses deep within her heart.

Bibi Dong was left speechless by his tirade. Her lips trembled violently, yet she could not offer a single word in rebuttal.

Yes, if Xiao Gang's theories were truly invincible, why could his Martial Soul not evolve?

Why could Ronan's Luo Sanpao evolve into a Golden Sacred Dragon instead?

Could it be... Xiao Gang really was worthless?

Could it be that everything she had insisted on all this time was a joke?

Bibi Dong's mentality completely collapsed.

She fell blankly into the ruins, her eyes hollow as though she had lost her soul.

Ronan could not be bothered with this hopeless fool consumed by love any longer.

He withdrew his Martial Soul, turned into a streak of light, and sped toward Heaven Dou City without looking back.

Watching Ronan's fading figure disappear over the horizon, Bibi Dong's gaze became incomparably complicated.

There was resentment, fear, and confusion, but more than anything, there was a profound sense of helplessness.

The contents of the Rakshasa God Second Trial involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

[Rakshasa God Second Trial: Conquer Ronan. Whether by suppressing him with strength or making him submit in other ways, either is acceptable. Time limit: five years.]

When she had first received this divine trial, Bibi Dong had thought the Rakshasa God was practically handing her free points.

Conquering a Soul Douluo who had insulted Xiao Gang—wouldn't that be effortless?

But now, Bibi Dong was utterly despairing.

Conquer him?

What a joke!

With her current strength, she could not even withstand a single move from him. What could she use to conquer him?!

"Ronan... just what kind of person are you...?"

Elsewhere, after teaching Bibi Dong a lesson, Ronan was in an excellent mood.

He raced along at lightning speed and soon returned to bustling Heaven Dou City.

He returned to Moonlight Pavilion.

It was afternoon. Melodious music drifted through Moonlight Pavilion, filling it with an elegant and tranquil atmosphere.

Ronan made his way with familiar ease to a spacious classroom on the top floor of Moonlight Pavilion.

Through the half-open door, he saw a lovely figure he had missed dearly.

Tang Yuehua wore a luxurious silver court gown that perfectly accentuated her graceful, noble, gentle, and dignified bearing.

She stood at the lectern with a teaching whip in hand, patiently instructing several dozen noble children of the Heaven Dou Empire in court etiquette.

"Yue Hua."

Ronan leaned against the doorframe, a gentle smile on his lips as he called out softly.

Though his voice was not loud, it was especially clear in the quiet classroom.

Tang Yuehua's delicate body suddenly trembled.

She turned around in disbelief, and when she saw the familiar figure standing in the doorway—

Though travel-worn, he was still handsome and upright.

Tears instantly welled up in her beautiful eyes, which were usually as calm as an ancient well.

"Ronan!"

Under the dumbfounded gazes of all the noble students, this woman who was usually noble, elegant, dignified, and reserved—

The mistress of Moonlight Pavilion, known as Heaven Dou City's foremost socialite, actually lifted the hem of her long skirt—

And threw herself into Ronan's arms without hesitation like a swallow returning to its nest!

Bang!

Tang Yuehua tightly wrapped her arms around Ronan's neck and buried her face deeply in his broad chest.

Greedily breathing in his familiar masculine scent, tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

"You bad man... You left for more than a month without even sending a letter... I thought something had happened to you..."

Tang Yuehua's voice carried a trace of grievance and lingering fear.

There was not the slightest trace of the Moonlight Pavilion mistress's majesty left. She was completely like a little woman yearning for her husband.

The noble students in the classroom were all dumbstruck.

One by one, they opened their mouths wide, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor.

Was this really their lofty, sacred, untouchable pavilion mistress?!

Who exactly was this man who had suddenly appeared, to make their pavilion mistress lose her composure like this?!

Feeling the softness and warmth of the beauty in his arms, the last trace of fatigue in Ronan's heart instantly vanished.

He gently stroked Tang Yuehua's smooth hair and comforted her softly.

"I'm sorry for making you worry. Didn't I come back safely?"

Then Ronan raised his head and swept his gaze over the students who were still standing there in a daze.

With a wave of his hand, he said,

"All right, class ends here today."

"Your pavilion mistress has no time to teach you now. Hurry up and go home. Come back tomorrow!"

The students were intimidated by Ronan's presence. How could they dare say anything else? They quickly packed their things and fled the classroom like startled birds and beasts.

After everyone had left, Ronan reached back and locked the classroom door.

He lowered his head to look at Tang Yuehua in his arms, her cheeks flushed crimson and her eyes shimmering like water. A mischievous smile curled across his lips.

"Yue Hua, as the saying goes, a brief parting makes a reunion sweeter than newlyweds."

"I've missed you to death this past month and more..."

Ronan directly swept Tang Yuehua, who cried out in surprise, into a bridal carry.

He strode toward the large cushioned lounge couch at the back of the classroom.

"Ah... what are you doing... This is a classroom..."

Tang Yuehua blushed furiously and struggled symbolically a few times, but her hands remained tightly wrapped around Ronan's neck.

"What does it matter if it's a classroom? There are only the two of us here now."

Outside the window, the sun shone brightly; inside the classroom, spring was in full bloom.