Why Were You So Heartless, Teacher? Teacher, I Hate You!

Outside the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. Her immaculate Saintess robes had long been stained beyond recognition with dust and blood.

Despair filled her face. She had never imagined that the teacher who had always cherished her so dearly would be so ruthless!

Not only had she crippled her cultivation and shattered her Twin Martial Souls, she had even ruined her face...

"Tut, tut, tut! This is truly unbelievable."

"The noble Saintess—we usually wouldn't even dare look at her twice. Who would have thought she would end up like this today?!"

"Watch your words! Do you have a death wish? This isn't something we should be discussing! We can't bear His Holiness the Pope's wrath!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. I think she heard us..."

The guards on both sides of the Papal Palace gates spoke in hushed voices, yet every word clearly reached Bibi Dong's ears.

What irony!

Just a moment ago, she had still been the lofty Saintess admired by countless people. These people had not even dared to breathe loudly in her presence.

And now...

"I only... pursued the love that belonged to me. What did I do wrong?"

"Teacher, why were you so heartless? I hate you!" Bibi Dong screamed wildly in her heart as tears mingled with the blood on her face.

Every bone in her body felt as if it were falling apart, while tearing agony relentlessly ravaged her nerves.

Yet she still gritted her teeth and exhausted all her strength to slowly rise from the ground. She had no soul power, no martial soul, no cultivation. She was now worse off than even an ordinary person.

Dragging her body along, she staggered step by step toward the foot of the mountain. Each step left a shocking trail of blood upon the ground.

Although her teacher no longer wanted her, and although she had been expelled from Spirit Hall, there was still a ray of light in her heart.

She still had Xiaogang!

Xiaogang was all she had left now!

For Yu Xiaogang, she had lost her status as Saintess, all her cultivation, her Twin Martial Souls—she had lost everything.

Yet she firmly believed that Xiaogang truly loved her!

The man who had pledged eternal love to her beneath the moonlight, the man with astonishing wisdom who had been misunderstood by the world—he surely would not care about her appearance, much less her cultivation.

As long as she could be with Xiaogang, she would be willing to live the rest of her life as an ordinary married couple, concealing their identities.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei hid in the shadows, silently watching Bibi Dong's walking-corpse-like back.

Seeing the Saintess they had watched grow up end up in such a state, the two of them felt a complicated mix of emotions.

"Old Ghost, what do you think was going through the Saintess's... no, this traitor Bibi Dong's head?!"

Yue Guan said in confusion, "She was the future heir of Spirit Hall, a Twin Martial Soul wielder with boundless prospects."

"And yet, for the sake of some trash who couldn't even break through thirty soul power, she went so far as to betray Spirit Hall and give up everything?"

Gui Mei replied in a hoarse voice, "How would I know?"

He was equally baffled by this matter. He simply could not imagine what Bibi Dong had been thinking...

"His Holiness the Pope only assigned us to secretly observe this traitor's movements and truthfully report her every action."

"As for everything else, it has nothing to do with either of us. It isn't our place to worry about it! Let's just hope her sacrifices are rewarded. Otherwise... that would be truly pitiful."

Yue Guan sighed upon hearing this and nodded slightly. "There's no use saying more. Let's follow her, lest she dies halfway there and we have no way to answer to His Holiness the Pope."

Two afterimages flashed past, silently following behind Bibi Dong. Now that she was weakened to the extreme and reduced to a cripple, how could she possibly notice that two Titled Douluo were trailing her?

She staggered away from the Divine Mountain of Spirit City.

Along the way, she kept her head lowered and used her tattered sleeve to cover the face that was filled with charred scars as she passed through Spirit City's bustling downtown district.

Enduring the strange stares of countless passersby, she finally arrived before a secluded courtyard in the outskirts.

This was the place she had specially arranged for Yu Xiaogang using her status as Saintess. It was also where they often met in secret.

She knew this place like the back of her hand.

As she looked at the tightly shut gates, a glimmer of hope finally appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Trembling, she raised her hand and knocked anxiously on the door.

Before long, the door slowly opened, and a young man with an ordinary, even utterly unremarkable appearance walked out.

He wore a gray robe and held a yellowed book on martial soul theory in his hand. His whole person exuded an air of arrogance.

This man was Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

He had been immersed in his own theoretical world, and the sudden interruption had already put him in a bad mood.

When he saw the filthy ugly freak standing outside, who even gave off a faint scent of blood and burnt flesh, disgust and contempt immediately flashed through his eyes.

Where had this stinking beggar come from?

This was Spirit Hall's heartland, Spirit City! When had security in the city become so poor?

Even such lowly beggars could come all the way to his doorstep? It seemed that the next time he met Bibi Dong, he needed to bring this up with her properly!

Yu Xiaogang spoke coldly. "Elder, this is a place of quiet cultivation, and beggars are not welcome here. Please leave, or I suggest calling the Security Team."

"Xiaogang..." Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Bibi Dong's heart violently trembled.

A dreadful smile was forced onto her severely disfigured, hideous face. "Xiaogang... it's me, Dong'er!"

"Dong'er?" Upon hearing those two words, Yu Xiaogang abruptly staggered a large step backward.

Then, looking at the beggar before him as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, he said, "What kind of joke is this? How could an ugly freak like you, with a charred face so revolting to look at, possibly be Dong'er?"

"My Dong'er is as beautiful as a celestial maiden, peerlessly graceful! She is the noble Saintess of Spirit Hall. You dare impersonate her? You're courting death!"

Bibi Dong panicked and hurriedly stepped forward, extending her right hand to reveal her fair wrist. "Xiaogang, look carefully at this!"

"This is the red bracelet you personally bought for me when we were traveling in Yelin City. Have you forgotten?"

Yu Xiaogang froze when he saw the bracelet.

Then, tears filling her eyes, Bibi Dong told him everything that had happened to her within the Papal Palace.

She wept of her teacher's mercilessness and told him how, for the love between them, she had been stripped of her cultivation, had her martial souls shattered, and then been disfigured.

In Bibi Dong's imagination, after hearing all this, Yu Xiaogang would surely hold her tightly in his arms in anguish.

Then he would tell her that he did not care about any of it, before taking her far away to live an ordinary life.