Yu Xiaogang's Confession, Bibi Dong's Flying Kick

Cough, cough, cough!

Jiang Qingyu couldn't hold it in and coughed lightly a few times.

What was with that solemn expression of yours?

Could it be that you had some special preference?

"You can eat recklessly, but you can't talk recklessly. I have no inclination to keep pets in that sense."

He wasn't some old stiff.

Before succeeding as the Holy Son, he was planning to take a trip and properly travel around, to meet the figures of this era.

The figures of this era included Bibi Dong, the Clear Sky Twin Stars, A Yin, and Ye Qingxian, Ye Lingling's mother.

He also needed to properly learn about the characteristics of martial souls at the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Then, Qingyu, can I cultivate here?" Bibi Dong stepped forward, her face full of anticipation. "Please?"

"Sure."

Jiang Qingyu saw nothing wrong with it and agreed.

To Jiang Qingyu, agreeing was no big deal.

To Bibi Dong, it was an especially huge victory.

Jiang Qingyu sat on the ground cultivating, while Bibi Dong did not disturb him. She simply watched him from afar.

He was so captivating that she unconsciously stuck out her fragrant tongue and licked her lips.

If she could win Jiang Qingyu over, she would be willing to bear him ten children.

Everyone would pale in comparison before Jiang Qingyu, even her teacher.

And so, the night quickly passed.

The first ray of dawn slowly rose.

Jiang Qingyu opened his eyes and found Bibi Dong asleep beside the sea of flowers.

Jiang Qingyu shook his head with a smile. He did not bother her and instead headed for the Consecration Hall.

When he arrived at the Consecration Hall, Qian Daoliu was discussing arrangements for the Holy Son's attire with Guang Ling Douluo.

"You're back. What is it, little Qingyu? Your Grandpa Guang Ling is willing to handle it for you."

Guang Ling Douluo patted his chest and raised his brows with a smile.

"No need." Jiang Qingyu refused decisively.

"How hurtful."

Guang Ling Douluo feigned heartbreak.

Jiang Qingyu rolled his eyes at him, too lazy to pay Guang Ling any mind as he looked toward the Grand Consecrator.

"Grandpa Qian, I want to visit the Soul Fighting Arena, then come back. By then, it should be about time for the succession ceremony."

It was not much of a life to stay in Spirit Hall all the time. He had to go out eventually. What if he happened to run into someone?

"If you want to go, then go. With your current strength, you need not fear even a Soul Douluo!"

Qian Daoliu agreed with a smile. The idea was entirely feasible.

"I'll go with you, little Qingyu. You can't leave my sight. If some scoundrel sets their sights on you, that'll be troublesome."

Guang Ling Douluo volunteered himself as the bodyguard.

"No need!" Jiang Qingyu refused.

"What a pity. This old man's ears aren't working very well right now."

Guang Ling Douluo chose to act shamelessly.

It would not do if he was not allowed to follow. Ever since they had met, he had been around every day.

Though Jiang Qingyu's strength had greatly improved, he was still not quite there yet.

"Fine, fine."

Jiang Qingyu compromised.

Qian Daoliu also looked thoroughly disgusted. When they went out, Guang Ling had better not say he was a Consecrator. Why was he acting like a child?

Couldn't he survive without leaving his side?

Just then, Bibi Dong suddenly burst into the Consecration Hall.

"Grand Consecrator, Fifth Consecrator, I'm going too."

Bibi Dong ran in with great strides, her wine-red hair streaming behind her.

When she stopped before the three of them, all three were stunned. She had not even wiped the saliva from her mouth. How hurried had she been?

"If the Holy Maiden wants to come too, then let's go together. That way little Qingyu won't be bored. You can work harder too and capture little Qingyu's heart, then I'll be able to hold a grandson or granddaughter."

Guang Ling Douluo had already begun happily fantasizing about holding grandchildren in the future.

Jiang Qingyu rolled his eyes at Guang Ling Douluo. "Nice dream."

"You two go back and pack. We'll set off shortly afterward," Guang Ling Douluo urged.

After Jiang Qingyu and Bibi Dong left.

Less than a minute later, Qian Xunji crept over on tiptoe.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu found it rather amusing. "Ji'er, this is your own Consecration Hall. Why are you sneaking around?"

"Father, you don't know how terrifying Dong'er is." Qian Xunji spread his hands. "She wants me to help her win over Jiang Qingyu."

Qian Daoliu raised his brows at those words. "What, you're scared already? You're the Pope."

Qian Xunji spread his hands, his face full of helplessness. "Jiang Qingyu is very hard to win over, and Fifth Uncle understands that too."

Guang Ling Douluo smiled. "Xunji is right. Winning over little Qingyu truly is difficult. I know his temperament."

Qian Xunji sighed. "So, Father, you have to help me think of something. Dong'er is pressing me hard, and I really have no idea what to do."

Qian Daoliu's face darkened as he waved him away. "Get out, get out! I'm still single myself. Talk to me when you can make me hold a grandchild. Stop bothering me with this nonsense."

He did not even have a girlfriend, and now his son wanted him to come up with a solution.

Dream on.

Qian Xunji awkwardly rubbed his nose. Not daring to say another word, he turned and slipped away.

Better not fail to handle Dong'er's matter, only to have his father hold him accountable first.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qingyu returned to his residence and simply packed two changes of clothes. Without wasting much time, he headed outside.

The moment he reached the entrance, he ran into Bibi Dong, who had already come from the Holy Maiden Hall. She had changed into a neat outfit, her long hair tied behind her, and a faint hurried flush lingered on her face. She had clearly rushed over.

"I'm packed." Bibi Dong quickly walked to his side and spun around. "Do I look good?"

Jiang Qingyu gave a quiet affirmative and said nothing more, heading straight for the gates of Spirit Hall.

Upon reaching the gates, Jiang Qingyu walked to the prepared carriage. Just as he was about to board, a man with a short crew cut popped out from who knew where.

Holding a bouquet of flowers, he dropped to one knee.

Jiang Qingyu's face darkened as he looked at the infatuated man before him. It was none other than the supremely confident Yu Xiaogang.

He was not looking for someone else, but him?

"Dear—"

Before Yu Xiaogang could speak, Bibi Dong swung her arms, sped up, and delivered a flying kick that sent Yu Xiaogang flying.

"Get lost! You actually dared to harass Qingyu. Qingyu is a man, not a woman, understand?"

Bibi Dong shouted angrily.

She planted one foot on Yu Xiaogang's chest.

The forceful kick made Yu Xiaogang's limbs fly into the air.

"A... a man?"

Yu Xiaogang was utterly dumbfounded as he stared in disbelief at the incomparably beautiful Jiang Qingyu.

Then had all his careful planning been for nothing?

So he was a man after all, yet he was even prettier than a woman.

"This Holy Maiden is in a good mood today, so I'll spare your life."

Bibi Dong lifted her right foot and began gathering strength, then kicked fiercely, instantly sending Yu Xiaogang flying away.

He rolled and tumbled through the air for more than ten meters.

She returned to Jiang Qingyu's side.

"Qingyu, let's go."

Bibi Dong pulled Jiang Qingyu into the carriage.

Guang Ling Douluo, who had arrived beside the carriage, instructed the Imperial Guards nearby, "Throw him out of Spirit City. Notify the guards at the city gates that if they see this man, bar him from entering immediately."

"Yes, Fifth Consecrator." The two Imperial Guards accepted the order.

Guang Ling Douluo boarded the carriage, and it began heading out of the city.

As it passed Yu Xiaogang, the two Imperial Guards happened to lift him up and throw him directly out of the city.