Bibi Dong Slapped Yu Xiaogang Back and Forth

After leaving the Consecration Hall, Jiang Qingyu planned to look into the Papal Palace.

Spirit Hall's most distinctive symbol was perhaps the angel motif. Walking along the streets, he could see it everywhere.

Upon entering the Papal Palace grounds, Jiang Qingyu noticed quite a few people staring at him without blinking.

Many people did not know that Jiang Qingyu was to inherit the position of Holy Son. At present, only a small number were aware of it.

Just as he was planning to take a good look around, the Fire Dragon King suddenly sent him a message from within his sea of consciousness.

"Kid, I can sense something within ten li that can enhance the fire attribute. Leave Spirit Hall and take a look."

The Fire Dragon King, who had briefly fallen asleep, suddenly woke and sent him a message, making Jiang Qingyu jump.

"Fire attribute?" Jiang Qingyu's heart stirred. "Does that mean the closer I get, the more clearly you can sense it?"

The Fire Dragon King nodded.

"That's right."

"Then I'll give it a try."

After saying that, Jiang Qingyu headed toward the outskirts of Spirit City, thinking that the Fire Dragon King was basically a treasure-seeking rat.

A treasure capable of enhancing the fire attribute.

This was far more useful than any detection device.

When he arrived near the Papal Palace, Jiang Qingyu spotted the imperial guards at the entrance confronting a young man from afar.

The man held a book in his arms and had short black hair.

"Why does he look so familiar?" Jiang Qingyu decided to get closer for a better look.

Veins bulged on the imperial guard's forehead.

"Get lost! Where did this wild brat come from? You dare try to barge into the Papal Palace and even claim that you know Her Highness the Holy Maiden?"

"I am the son of Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! How dare you... Ah!"

Before the man could finish, an imperial guard kicked him flying.

"I don't care whether you're Yu Yuanzhen's son or Yu Yuankun's son. Even if Tang Chen himself came to Spirit Hall, it wouldn't do him any good."

The imperial guard spat on the ground.

Jiang Qingyu walked up to the entrance and, upon looking closely, realized that it was Yu Xiaogang in his younger days.

It seemed that Yu Xiaogang had not met Bibi Dong, and judging by the current situation, Bibi Dong did not seem to have taken a liking to Yu Xiaogang at all.

When the imperial guards saw Jiang Qingyu approach, they immediately bowed in greeting.

Though they did not know his exact identity, they had seen him enter the Consecration Hall alongside the Fifth Consecrator last time. None of them dared show the slightest neglect.

Jiang Qingyu's gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang on the ground.

"What happened?"

The leading imperial guard stepped forward, his tone full of disdain.

"This kid comes here every day to pester us. He keeps insisting that he knows Her Highness the Holy Maiden and demands to enter the Papal Palace. Before this, he somehow managed to sneak inside. The moment he got close to Her Highness, she slapped him right out of the hall. Yet he still hasn't learned his lesson."

Jiang Qingyu lowered his eyes toward Yu Xiaogang.

Dust clung to the corner of the other man's mouth as he supported himself against the ground in a miserable state. His eyes still carried a trace of stubbornness. Jiang Qingyu felt nothing about it; it had nothing to do with him. He turned and planned to continue toward the outskirts of Spirit City.

He had only taken two steps when a sudden commotion came from behind him.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly sprang up from the ground, staggered to Jiang Qingyu's side, and quickly pulled a wilted rose from his clothes. He looked up at Jiang Qingyu's face, his eyes carrying what he believed to be an affectionate smile.

"Miss, I saw just now that you possess extraordinary bearing. Might I make your acquaintance? I am Yu Xiaogang, from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and I have conducted considerable research into martial soul theory."

This person was even more beautiful and holy than the Holy Maiden, with an air so lofty it seemed beyond reach. If he could win this person over, would he not rise to the heavens in a single step?

Jiang Qingyu stopped and rolled his eyes.

Within his sea of consciousness, the Ice Dragon King burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Is this kid blind? He can't even tell men from women, yet he's trying to flirt?"

The Fire Dragon King held her head. "Didn't you mistake him for a woman back then too?"

The Ice Dragon King choked. "That was different."

Jiang Qingyu ignored Yu Xiaogang and merely lifted his chin.

The imperial guards beside him immediately understood. They stepped forward, seized Yu Xiaogang by the arms, and dragged him away.

"Let go of me! What right do you have to stop me?!" Yu Xiaogang struggled and shouted, his gaze still glued to Jiang Qingyu's retreating figure.

Jiang Qingyu turned a deaf ear and left Spirit Hall without slowing his steps.

The fire-attributed energy in the air outside the city was faintly denser. The Fire Dragon King's voice sounded again, tinged with excitement.

"Head southeast. The sensation is getting stronger and stronger. It can't be wrong."

Jiang Qingyu's eyes flickered. He pushed off with his feet and sped toward the southeast.

The shouting behind him was gradually cast away by the wind. What concerned him now was the treasure that could amplify the fire attribute.

"Qingyu, wait for me!"

Bibi Dong called out from behind. When she realized her voice had not carried far enough, she anxiously chased after him. But upon seeing Yu Xiaogang being held up by the imperial guards at the entrance, she stopped again.

"Oh?"

Bibi Dong raised her brows and smiled. "You dare come back?"

He really wouldn't give up!

"You two, tell me what just happened."

Bibi Dong questioned the two imperial guards.

"Your Highness the Holy Maiden, this is what happened..." The two imperial guards answered truthfully.

"Damn it!" Bibi Dong's eyes blazed with fury as she pointed at Yu Xiaogang in rage. "You bastard, you won't even spare men!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth in fury. Jiang Qingyu was the person she had set her sights on, yet this man actually dared to flirt with him. She raised her hand and began slapping Yu Xiaogang's face from side to side.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The slaps rang out one after another. The two imperial guards trembled; it looked painful even to them!

"I am the son of Thunderbolt Douluo!" Yu Xiaogang roared.

"Ah!"

Bibi Dong did not listen at all and continued slapping him furiously.

After a while.

Yu Xiaogang's cheeks had swollen into the shape of a pig's head.

Only then did Bibi Dong stop. She snorted coldly.

"If I see you again, I'll make sure you leave no descendants!"

As she spoke, Bibi Dong lifted her foot and kicked Yu Xiaogang fiercely.

With a crack, like an egg breaking.

"Ah!"

Yu Xiaogang screamed, clamping his legs together as he instantly collapsed.

The two imperial guards also clenched their legs together, their faces deathly pale.

Her Highness the Holy Maiden was terrifying.

She looked cold on the outside, but her heart was even more ruthless than they had imagined.

"Hmph, this time is only a lesson. If I catch you again next time, I'll make sure you leave no descendants!"

Bibi Dong knew that one kick could not truly make him unable to have descendants unless he was physically castrated in the literal sense.

Without sparing Yu Xiaogang another glance as he knelt on the ground, Bibi Dong quickly chased after Jiang Qingyu.

"That road should lead toward the Spirit Hall Auction House!"

The imperial guards looked at Yu Xiaogang on the ground and shook their heads.

"Scram. If you dare pull this again next time, it won't be us taking action. Her Highness the Holy Maiden will deal with you personally!"

Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet, supported himself against the wall, and slunk away. In his heart, he hated Bibi Dong to the bone.

Damn it!

This Bibi Dong is actually so hard to fool.

In that case, that white-haired woman should be easier to fool. She looks aloof on the surface, but she must be different inside.

He had seen far too many women who were cold on the outside and warm on the inside.

Her status was also nobler than Bibi Dong's. If he could win her over, getting into Spirit Hall's Library Hall would become much easier.

"Ow, ow, it hurts!"

I need to recover first and wait for an opportunity.