Tang Chen Had His Eye on Jiang Qingyu, and I, A Yin, Was Back

Tang Xiao had just rushed back when he discovered that his grandfather had already left without stopping, so he quickly chased after him.

"Ah Hao, don't try to act tough next time. Your big brother needs to save face too!"

Tang Xiao wore a pained expression. With so many people watching, it was utterly humiliating.

Meanwhile, the moment Jiang Qingyu stepped out of the passageway, he saw Guang Ling Douluo and Bibi Dong waiting there for quite some time.

"Little Qingyu, you really did your grandfather proud. You defeated Tang Hao so easily."

Guang Ling Douluo hurried over, brimming with delight. He had almost given Jiang Qingyu a huge hug, but he did not, mainly because he never got the chance.

Of course, while he had only thought about it without acting, Bibi Dong had already charged forward in great strides.

Bibi Dong took one step forward and arrived before Jiang Qingyu.

With a flick of his finger, Jiang Qingyu tapped Bibi Dong on the forehead.

"Get out of here. What are you trying to do every day?"

Bibi Dong was greatly annoyed. She still was not fast enough. If she had been just a little quicker, everything would have worked out.

"Just let me succeed once."

Jiang Qingyu shook his head. "Wait until you're stronger. Right now, it's all futile."

Having won the match, Jiang Qingyu had intended to leave with Bibi Dong and Guang Ling Douluo, but Tang Chen blocked their path.

Tang Chen had originally been overjoyed, but when he noticed Bibi Dong and Guang Ling Douluo, his expression fell again.

Not only were Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden and Fifth Worshiper here, but Guang Ling Douluo's cultivation had actually broken through to level ninety-seven.

Every single level was extraordinarily difficult to break through. Though Guang Ling Douluo was the youngest among the seven worshipers, and not the most talented, he had reached level ninety-seven in such a short time.

It was simply too unbelievable.

"Senior Tang, why have you stopped us?"

Guang Ling Douluo asked.

You're a peerless Douluo. Why are you blocking our way?

"Guang Ling Douluo, do you know Jiang Qingyu?" Tang Chen asked first.

"Of course. I was the one who recruited Little Qingyu into Spirit Hall."

Guang Ling Douluo answered truthfully.

He also realized that this old fellow Tang Chen had definitely come for Jiang Qingyu.

Sure enough, Little Qingyu was still too vulnerable outside. Even as a man, he was being coveted everywhere.

If he had not been accompanying him, wouldn't Tang Chen, this rotten old man, have forcibly abducted him back to the Clear Sky Sect?

"In any case, Little Qingyu belongs to Spirit Hall. If Senior Tang has any other ideas, you'd best put them away."

The meaning of those words was already clear. If he still dared to set his sights on Jiang Qingyu, Guang Ling Douluo refused to believe Tang Chen alone could handle seven Title Douluo.

Tang Chen's expression stiffened, then he smiled and shook his head. "Guang Ling Douluo, you misunderstand. I merely came to learn about the situation. I have no other intentions."

That had been close. He had nearly been labeled an old pervert.

No matter what, he had managed to preserve some face. As a dignified peerless Douluo, his desire to strengthen the Clear Sky Sect's foundation had actually been seen as a mistake.

Tang Chen had originally planned to leave, but Tang Xiao caught up with him, and Tang Hao, whom he had been supporting, gradually woke up as well.

"Grandfather, where is this?"

Tang Hao slowly awoke. Once he saw his surroundings clearly, he looked somewhat dazed. "Spirit Hall? Jiang Qingyu?"

Bibi Dong instinctively guarded what was hers and pulled Jiang Qingyu behind her. "What are you trying to do?"

Tang Hao's gaze drifted toward Jiang Qingyu. Such a beautiful face, yet he was actually a man. His feelings became complicated again.

Damn it!

The one rare time I gave someone my sincere heart, and this was the result.

I, Tang Hao, am so powerful, yet I was toyed with like this.

It hurts. It really hurts!

"Hey, hey, hey, Senior Tang, what kind of look is that from your grandson? Let me make this clear first: our Little Qingyu doesn't have that kind of preference!"

Guang Ling Douluo gave a warning.

There was clearly something wrong with Tang Hao's gaze.

Tang Chen coughed lightly and said in a deep voice, "Hao'er, he is from Spirit Hall. That look of yours is far too disrespectful."

Tang Hao abruptly came back to his senses and quickly suppressed the turbulent emotions in his eyes. Yet his chest felt heavy and stifled. The whole matter was absurd and tormenting, but he could not vent even a fraction of it.

He stepped forward half a pace, clasped his fists toward Jiang Qingyu, and bowed. His voice carried a trace of hoarseness. "My apologies. I lost my composure just now. Tang has been discourteous."

Guang Ling Douluo stepped forward half a pace and spoke for Jiang Qingyu. "Little Qingyu isn't so petty. He won't hold it against you. Since you're awake now, you can leave."

Tang Chen's expression eased slightly, and he nodded along with the words. "In that case, this old man will take his grandson and bid farewell. I look forward to meeting again next time, when Hao'er will defeat you with his own hands."

He did not linger. Turning around, he signaled Tang Xiao to support Tang Hao properly, and the three of them headed toward the exit of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Only after they had gone completely out of sight did Guang Ling Douluo say with dissatisfaction, "Tang Hao doesn't seem like someone who can't tell right from wrong."

Bibi Dong crossed her arms and snorted. "If he dares set his sights on Qingyu again, he'll suffer for it."

Anyone who dared set their sights on Qingyu had to be sternly warned.

"Let's go back. Today's match against Tang Hao was unexpected. Once Little Qingyu succeeds as the Holy Son, the Clear Sky Sect will still come."

As he called out, Jiang Qingyu was already walking toward the exit.

Guang Ling Douluo and Bibi Dong followed close behind.

On the way back to the hotel, in the northern part of the city, Second Aunt, who had originally fled Heaven Dou City all the way out, turned back.

"I, A Yin, am back again!"

She had been just a little short of entering the mature stage.

Of course, she had not returned for Jiang Qingyu. She had mainly come back to prove that she, A Yin, was very capable.

After all, she was a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor. She only needed to observe from afar.

"If I plant Blue Silver Grass nearby, I can uncover their motives!"

A Yin curled her lips into a smile. She truly was too clever.

It was deep into the night now, and those who should have been resting had already gone to rest.

A Yin began a night of busy work.

After returning to the hotel, Jiang Qingyu stopped Bibi Dong at the door. "Go back to your own room. This is my room!"

"Qingyu, I'll only stay for a little while!" Bibi Dong grinned.

"Don't think you can fool me."

Jiang Qingyu shut the door.

He could not be bothered to keep tangling with Bibi Dong.

If Bibi Dong really came in at night, he would not get a moment of peace all night.

Bibi Dong sighed and returned to her own room.

There were three rooms between them, with Guang Ling Douluo's room in the middle. If she climbed through the window in the middle of the night, she would definitely be noticed.

"There's no man that I, Bibi Dong, can't win over!"

Bibi Dong lay sprawled on the bed, her long legs swinging up and down as she began considering how to make her move.

Drug him?

That did not seem workable. He would probably refuse any drink she brought him.

Knocking on his door in the middle of the night to deliver a drink was obviously far too suspicious.

There was no way it would achieve the intended effect.

Poison!

That's right, her martial soul made her an expert in poison. If she could develop an aphrodisiac poison, wouldn't taking Qingyu be as easy as turning her hand?

"I'll start right now!"

Master Bi, who had originally been about to sleep, instantly became full of energy. For the sake of her future happiness, she began diligently researching poisons. Her focused appearance was as captivating and obsessive as an alchemist refining pills.

The night passed in an instant, and morning arrived.

The three of them went downstairs. After breakfast, Guang Ling Douluo looked at Jiang Qingyu. "Little Qingyu, what are your plans?"