Crazy Simp Dong, Hypocritical Gangzi

Seeing her once-proud lover so humble before her now, Bibi Dong felt a secret thrill.

But then her nose stung, and she felt a little hurt.

Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong, what exactly were you doing?

Hadn't you always longed to see Yu Xiaogang?

Now that you had seen him, why were you tormenting him instead?

Were you crazy?

No!

I shouldn't be like this...

It was as though another version of herself existed in Bibi Dong's mind.

She both loved and hated Yu Xiaogang, obsessed to the point of madness.

It took her quite a while to calm down.

"Yu Xiaogang, speak. What exactly have you come here for?"

Yu Xiaogang raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong, sensing that her attitude had softened somewhat.

"Your Holiness the Pope, may I ask whether Spirit Hall Academy has a young Soul Master named Ye Han whose Martial Soul is the Sky-Piercing Spear?"

"Ye Han? Spirit Hall Academy does indeed have a student named Ye Han, but his Martial Soul is not the Sky-Piercing Spear."

"Not the Sky-Piercing Spear?"

Yu Xiaogang felt slightly relieved.

The Spirit Hall Academy Team's overall strength was already in a league of its own. If Ye Han were from Spirit Hall Academy, then they would truly have no chance.

But suddenly, Yu Xiaogang grew tense again.

The same name, a Martial Soul that was not the Sky-Piercing Spear, and he wielded a spear in his left hand.

Could he, like Bibi Dong and Tang San, also possess Twin Martial Souls?

That was what Yu Xiaogang least wanted to see.

"That Ye Han... what is his Martial Soul?"

Bibi Dong cast Yu Xiaogang a cold glance.

"Yu Xiaogang, after all these years apart, you came all this way just to ask me that? Do you think I would tell you?"

Yu Xiaogang realized he had been too rash and quickly said:

"Your Holiness the Pope, I was merely curious. You must have heard about Ye Han, the Sky-Piercing Spear Soul Master at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, right?"

"I have heard a little. The Sky-Piercing Spear Martial Soul has never appeared before. Do you know anything about it?"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head.

"The Sky-Piercing Spear emerged out of nowhere. It was my first time hearing of it as well. It may be a mutated form of some spear-type Martial Soul."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly but said nothing.

Seeing that the timing was right, Yu Xiaogang took the opportunity to say:

"Your Holiness the Pope, I came to ask something of you this time."

"What is it?"

"Please allow my disciple Tang San to participate in the Soul Master Tournament."

"Your disciple Tang San?"

A cold smile appeared on Bibi Dong's face as she deliberately said:

"If he meets the requirements, he may register for the tournament himself. Why do you need to come and ask me?"

"To be honest, Tang San, like you, possesses Twin Martial Souls... His Martial Souls are the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass."

"The Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass? Isn't he the bastard child of Tang Hao and that Blue Silver Grass soul beast? You clearly know his identity, yet you still dare let him show his face in public. Why?"

"Because, like you, he is a peerless genius seen only once in a century. I began training him when he was six years old. I watched him grow step by step into who he is today, and I hope his talent can be displayed."

Bibi Dong smiled and shook her head.

"Yu Xiaogang, I think you want to showcase yourself, don't you? After all these years, you have always wanted to prove that you are not trash. That much has never changed. You truly are persistent. Tang San is Tang Hao's son. You know what that means to Spirit Hall."

"Of course I know. Though Tang San's father offended Spirit Hall, he also paid a terrible price. More than half of the Clear Sky Sect was killed or wounded, and they retreated into the mountains. Besides, Tang San was only an infant back then. He is innocent and should not have to bear all this."

"Innocent? A father's debts are paid by his son. That is only natural!"

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rose, echoing through the vast, empty hall.

Yu Xiaogang's scalp went numb.

If he could not win Bibi Dong over, how could he use Tang San to prove himself?

"Your Holiness the Pope, can you not show some mercy?"

"I can, but I have a condition."

"What condition? Say it. So long as I, Yu Xiaogang, can do it, I will give it my all."

A cold smile surfaced on Bibi Dong's face again.

"Tang San has Twin Martial Souls, so his potential is indeed impressive. If he is willing to swear loyalty to me, not only will I refrain from making things difficult for him, I will even offer him some guidance."

"I am afraid he cannot do that. His Holiness Clear Sky would never permit it, considering that his mother died at Spirit Hall's hands."

"Then I will leave the choice to you."

Bibi Dong paused before continuing:

"Between Tang San and Liu Erlong, you may choose only one."

"What?!"

Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

Bibi Dong had actually directed her fury at Liu Erlong.

Jealousy truly made people unrecognizable.

This was a naked threat and act of revenge!

Yu Xiaogang's relationship with Liu Erlong had been a disgrace to their family.

Back then, he had chosen to end that relationship and let Liu Erlong down.

Later, they met again in Heaven Dou City and had only just managed to reconcile.

Now, would they be forced to end this incestuous love affair again?

Of course Yu Xiaogang did not want that.

But he had no other choice.

He had worked so hard for so many years, all to prove that he was not trash.

The coming Soul Master Tournament might be his best, and only, chance.

He could not miss it.

Bibi Dong was still in a fit of anger. He could pretend to agree for now and deal with it after the Soul Master Tournament ended.

"Your Holiness the Pope, please do not lay a hand on Tang San. Once the Soul Master Tournament is over, I will end my relationship with Liu Erlong."

"Very good. Remember what you said. If you break your word, bear the consequences yourself!"

A chill ran down Yu Xiaogang's spine.

Bibi Dong was no longer the pure, innocent girl she had once been. She actually made him feel afraid.

"Your Holiness the Pope, I have one more question. How did you overcome the difficulties of cultivating Twin Martial Souls back then?"

Bibi Dong gave a disdainful laugh.

"Again, for that Tang San. You really want to know the answer? Kneel and beg me, and perhaps I will tell you."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, but his knees still bent as he knelt upon the cold floor.

"Your Holiness the Pope, are you satisfied now?"

His tone contained undisguised humiliation and fury.

Bibi Dong felt both delighted and pained, and she could not help sneering.

"Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang, for Tang San's sake, you are actually willing to kneel and beg me. No! In the end, you are still doing this for yourself. I would like to see what kind of surprise you and that so-called genius disciple of yours can bring me at the Soul Master Tournament."

Yu Xiaogang listened quietly and said no more.

He was afraid that he might say something wrong and displease Bibi Dong.

"You may leave."

"Your Holiness the Pope, take care."

Yu Xiaogang rose, bowed to Bibi Dong, and then withdrew from the hall.

Bibi Dong watched Yu Xiaogang's figure disappear through the hall doors.

The instant the doors closed, Bibi Dong flashed over and landed where Yu Xiaogang had just stood.

She frantically inhaled the air around her, trying to preserve Yu Xiaogang's scent.

Xiaogang, Xiaogang, do you think I truly care about that disciple of yours, Tang San?

The only person I care about is you!

I allowed you to bring him to the tournament only so I could see you a few more times.

When will you finally understand my true feelings for you...?