Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong

After Qiangu Aoshi left with his men.

An unexpected little flat-top had traveled thousands of miles to Spirit Hall.

He was Yu Xiaogang.

Across the entire Douluo Continent, his talent ranked among the very best—though all of it had been invested in his mouth. The women he had hooked up with were each more impressive than the last.

Aside from his mouth, his Soul Master talent was also "formidable." At merely fifty years old, he had broken through to rank 29 soul power.

Ordinarily, this little flat-top would not have been qualified to enter Spirit Hall, or even Spirit City.

Yet he held an Elder's token. Relying on it, he swaggered into Spirit Hall and even met its Pope, Bibi Dong.

Papal Hall!

Though Bibi Dong revealed nothing outwardly, the sight of Yu Xiaogang sent waves surging through her heart.

She took the initiative to descend from the Pope's magnificent throne.

"Xiaogang, it's been a long time."

Looking at the radiant and captivating Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang felt his heart itch as well. Especially now, with her Pope's authority, bearing, and nobility, she was more desirable to him than ever.

"Yes, Dong'er. It's been a long time."

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled. That single "Dong'er" seemed to carry her back to the past.

But she quickly composed herself. She was now the Pope of Spirit Hall.

"Xiaogang, you're such a busy man. What brought you to Spirit Hall today? I don't believe you came to visit me. If you wanted to see me, you would have come long ago instead of waiting until now."

Yu Xiaogang immediately came back to his senses and suppressed the stirring in his heart. He remembered why he had come; his disciple was still waiting for him to return.

But as he looked at Bibi Dong's lovely face, he could not help thinking that she had become even more beautiful. If they could rekindle their old relationship, then wouldn't that be...

"Dong'er, why does your Spirit Hall have a scourge like Qiangu Aoshi? He can strip others of their martial souls, soul rings, and soul power. He is simply a fallen Soul Master."

"You are the Pope of Spirit Hall. Is this how you manage it, allowing a fallen Soul Master like him to run rampant?"

At the mention of Qiangu Aoshi, a chill flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

She acknowledged Qiangu Aoshi's talent, but unfortunately, he could not be won over to her side.

If she could not have him, she would suppress him.

That was what she was doing now.

"Xiaogang, how do you know about Qiangu Aoshi?"

At that, Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot, and he panted like a bull.

When he rushed from Nuoding Academy to Shrek Academy,

he learned that his disciple Tang San had been beaten into serious injury, and that his soul power had fallen from rank 29 to rank 21. It enraged him beyond measure.

Tang San had been raised to validate his theories.

Losing eight ranks of soul power meant two or three years of cultivation had been wasted.

And Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong had their martial souls stripped away outright.

Dai Mubai had promised that if Yu Xiaogang could help him recover his martial soul, then after ascending the throne, he would make Yu Xiaogang the Imperial Preceptor of the Star Luo Empire and support him fully in promoting the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls.

Ning Rongrong had also promised that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could provide money and manpower to spread Yu Xiaogang's great name across the continent, ensuring that his name would go down in history and remain immortal for all eternity.

Naturally, Yu Xiaogang was tempted. The position of Imperial Preceptor and fame throughout the continent were what he desired most.

But all his knowledge had been copied from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Spirit Hall.

He racked his brains but could not think of any martial soul capable of stripping away another person's martial soul, soul power, or soul rings.

So he thought of his old lover and hurried eagerly to Spirit Hall.

"Dong'er, I won't hide it from you. That fallen Soul Master Qiangu Aoshi injured my disciple and caused him to lose eight ranks of soul power."

"At my age, with no children of my own, I have long treated my disciple as a son. I came to ask you why Qiangu Aoshi can strip martial souls, soul rings, and soul power—and whether the stripped martial souls, soul rings, and soul power can be restored."

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's bloodshot eyes and labored breathing, perhaps out of tenderness, Bibi Dong divulged information about Qiangu Aoshi.

"That Qiangu Aoshi is the son of the Consecration Hall's Sixth Consecrator, Qianjun Douluo, and Seventh Consecrator, Demon-Subduing Douluo. He was not born by normal means and may very well have been bestowed by a god."

"At six, he awakened his martial souls. He has twin martial souls, both Coiling Dragon Staffs, with the ability to strip defeated opponents of their martial souls, soul rings, soul bones, and soul power. Such an ability is no less than a divine skill, and it further confirms my speculation. Only a god could strip away martial souls, soul rings, soul bones, and soul power..."

The descendant of two Consecrators, and possibly connected to a god.

Yu Xiaogang's heart trembled, and his gaze immediately cleared.

"Does that mean he can do whatever he wants? Dong'er, you are the Pope of Spirit Hall. You must have a way to make Qiangu Aoshi return my disciple's soul power!"

Bibi Dong shook her head helplessly.

"No. Qiangu Aoshi belongs to the Consecration Hall. After he broke through to Soul King, the Consecration Hall even wanted to make him the Holy Son, so he could divide my authority as Pope."

"Qiangu Aoshi will never listen to me. Xiaogang, I'm sorry. I can't help you."

Yu Xiaogang seized upon the crucial point.

"What? The Consecration Hall wants to make Qiangu Aoshi the Holy Son? Dong'er, you've been wronged."

"They actually want to divide your authority as Pope. The Consecration Hall is too vile. They're bullying you because no one is backing you up. I'll use my earth-shattering wisdom and spare no cost to destroy... uh, help you fight against the Consecration Hall."

"It's a pity that my disciple is seriously injured and has lost eight ranks of soul power. Otherwise, once he grew stronger, I would definitely have him help ease your burdens and fight the evil Consecration Hall alongside you."

Seeing Yu Xiaogang so anxious and concerned for her, Bibi Dong was deeply moved.

"Xiaogang, the Consecration Hall is terrifyingly powerful. Every Consecrator is unfathomable. Even if I am willing to trust your wisdom, you cannot oppose the Consecration Hall in the short term."

"Over the years, I have been winning over Spirit Hall's lower- and middle-ranking Soul Masters, nurturing them and turning them into my wings, so that we can oppose the Consecration Hall together."

"It will not be so easy for the Consecration Hall to divide my authority. Using the fact that Qiangu Aoshi has no accomplishments to his name, I have already rejected his application to become the Holy Son."

At this point, Bibi Dong paused, then revealed Spirit Hall's top-secret information to Yu Xiaogang without holding anything back.

"The Consecration Hall still has not given up. They are building momentum for Qiangu Aoshi and proclaiming that they will capture Tang Hao. But Tang Hao has been hiding for so many years. How could they possibly catch him so easily?"

"You needn't worry about me. My authority as Pope is not theirs to take just because they want it."

What?

Capture Tang Hao!

Yu Xiaogang was greatly shocked. This was truly an unexpected gain.

He knew that Tang Hao had reentered the Soul Master world. Could Spirit Hall have truly obtained some clue?

Tang Hao was his idol. He absolutely could not let Spirit Hall capture him.

After pondering for a moment, Yu Xiaogang decided that he had to help Bibi Dong oppose the evil Consecration Hall. He absolutely could not allow Qiangu Aoshi to become the Holy Son.

"Dong'er, wait for me. Once I return, I'll think of a way. That evil Consecration Hall will sooner or later be destroyed by our combined efforts."

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang swiftly departed.