Spirit Hall F4

Time flew by.

Three years later, Papal Hall.

"Teacher, this is a little gadget your disciple recently invented." Dongfang Yu introduced it to Bibi Dong with a smile.

Bibi Dong glanced at the little item on the desk. It was as long as a finger, as thick as a pinky, wrapped in paper, with some yellowish stuff inside.

"What is this?"

"Reporting to Teacher, this is called a cigarette," Dongfang Yu answered.

"Hm? This thing can make money?" Bibi Dong was somewhat puzzled. How was this another thing she had never seen before?

"Of course it can." Dongfang Yu smiled. Then he took out a cigarette himself, placed it between his lips, and lit it with fire.

"Hiss... Phew." Dongfang Yu exhaled clouds of smoke with an expression of pure enjoyment.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly. This disciple usually looked so serious and proper. Why did smoking this thing called a cigarette make him seem like such a hooligan?

"Click." Bibi Dong copied him and lit a cigarette as well. Her movements were exceedingly elegant as she imitated him and took a puff.

"Cough, cough!!"

Dongfang Yu's mouth twitched fiercely. Bibi Dong had always been noble, aloof, and unapproachable, yet she was smoking in front of him now?! And she had gotten choked by it?!

Dongfang Yu could not help letting out a snort of laughter, earning a cold glance from Bibi Dong. "Is that funny?"

"Your disciple admits his mistake." Dongfang Yu hurriedly apologized.

"Cough, cough..." Bibi Dong took another puff, then immediately stubbed out the cigarette. "How could this possibly sell!"

Dongfang Yu explained, "Teacher, you do not understand. This thing can refresh the mind and relieve fatigue. It is an essential item for home, travel, marching, and war."

Bibi Dong looked at him suspiciously. Hm? He did not seem to be lying. Could it be that she had simply used it the wrong way?

Then, unwilling to give up, Bibi Dong started smoking again...

"Cough, cough..."

"Cough, cough!!"

Dongfang Yu fled the Papal Hall as if his life depended on it. The sight was too beautiful—he did not dare keep watching! If he stayed any longer, Bibi Dong might lash out in embarrassment and slap him!

She could figure this thing out on her own.

Thinking of Bibi Dong's cold and lofty appearance while she learned to smoke inside the Papal Hall, Dongfang Yu grinned so widely that the corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears.

"Hahahaha..."

Three years had now passed, and his soul power had risen from level 31 to level 38. Yet his body was only eleven years old.

The path of a soul master's cultivation truly became more difficult the further one went. Even with his extraordinary talent, he could not cultivate like he was riding a rocket.

Unless... he obtained Immortal Herbs.

After three years, Bibi Dong had come to trust him much more. Though she did not trust him quite as much as Hu Liena, the gap was likely not too large. Otherwise, he would not have dared laugh at her for smoking just now.

By his calculations, there was one year left before the people of Shrek gathered. During the coming year, he had to obtain the Immortal Herbs!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Spirit Hall had cooperated for three years, and their relationship had grown increasingly close. If handled properly, it might not be impossible to pull them in to deal with Tang San in the future.

Thinking this, Dongfang Yu glanced toward Saintess Hall, smiled, and headed in that direction.

Spirit City, in the bustling central district.

Four figures stood motionless in the middle of the street. Each possessed an extraordinary temperament and handsome features, drawing countless people to turn back and stop in their tracks.

"Wow, they're so handsome!"

"Wow, wow, wow! That red-haired guy is practically the man of our dreams!!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!!"

"That beauty is the truly stunning one! Her eyes are so seductive!"

And so on...

The first had gloomy eyes and a cold, proud air, with a faint smile forever lingering at the corner of his lips. He gave off an unfathomably mysterious feeling that made people unable to resist wanting to explore him.

Xie Yue—level 43 War Soul Ancestor.

The second was not especially breathtaking at first glance, but once one looked a second time, they could not help becoming captivated. Her seductive eyes constantly radiated charm. Every frown and movement was graceful and alluring, yet an invisible force seemed to repel anyone who tried to approach her. Her entire body exuded a cold and proud temperament.

Hu Liena—level 44 War Soul Ancestor.

The third had a wild explosion of red hair and a body brimming with savagery. His face carried the arrogant look of someone who thought he owned the world. This kind of roguishly handsome type was deadly to young girls just beginning to fall in love.

Yan—level 42 War Soul Ancestor.

The last had sword-like brows and starry eyes, his brows sharp as blades. His pale skin looked delicate enough to break with a touch. He was a youth capable of rivaling even women in beauty—not merely handsome, but beautiful as well. His presence was undoubtedly the strongest among the four. With his dreadlocks tossed behind his back, he had already eclipsed the other two young men.

Dongfang Yu—level 38 War Soul Elder.

All four wore faint smiles as they slowly walked down the street, not allowing any commotion to distract them.

In truth, Dongfang Yu simply thought this looked cool, so he had dragged the other three along to show off.

After cultivating for three years, it was time to flaunt a little.

"Cough, cough, Xiao Yu, where are we going?" Yan could not help asking quietly, only for Dongfang Yu to shoot him a disdainful look.

Was this the kind of moment when one could just casually start talking?

In the distance, Yue Guan's mouth twitched, his face covered in black lines. He had only come out to buy sanitary pads—how had he run into these four?

Looking at the way they were acting, Yue Guan feared he would not be able to stop himself from going over and giving them a beating. They had done nothing, but why did they look so punchable?

For some reason, ever since the other three had spent more time with Dongfang Yu, they had become like this.

Especially Hu Liena. She was the Saintess and the Pope's heir, yet she was actually out here showing off with them.

Yue Guan decided that he needed to report this to the Pope when he had the chance...

Dongfang Yu felt that was enough, so he handed each of the other three a cigarette and lit his own.

"Let's go!"

"Phew!"

"Wow! The little brother in white is so handsome!!"

"I'm dying, I'm dying!"

"What are they smoking?"

"Huh? Yeah, what is that thing?"

And so on...

Dongfang Yu had no intention of responding to the crowd's chatter. He was preparing to sell them in a few days anyway, and he believed Bibi Dong would handle it well.

Hu Liena and the other two did not expose him either. They simply followed Dongfang Yu away without saying a word.

Papal Hall.

After hearing Yue Guan's report, Bibi Dong's expression immediately turned cold.

"Bring Xiao Yu back to me."

"As you command, Your Holiness." Yue Guan answered respectfully. He had wanted to beat that brat up for a long time.

Elsewhere, inside a tavern.

Dongfang Yu and the other three were drinking and making merry, having a wonderful time while the people around them stared in bewilderment.

"Junior brother, is this really all right? Hasn't Teacher always disliked us being so high-profile?" Hu Liena could not help asking, worry written across her face.

"Probably not." Dongfang Yu replied with an odd expression. It would be even better if she came looking for him—he had been worrying about finding more chances to get close to her.