Respect for Teachers and Morality

Seeing Dongfang Yu's mouth twitch and hearing him stay silent, Bibi Dong still smiled faintly.

Suddenly, Bibi Dong seemed to think of something, and just stared intently at him.

Dongfang Yu felt a bit bewildered by the gaze; what was she up to now?

"Xiaoyu."

"This disciple is here."

Bibi Dong asked with a smile full of intent, "How does the teacher treat you?"

"Naturally, the teacher treats this disciple extremely well," Dongfang Yu answered against his conscience, increasingly feeling that her smile was not simple.

"Then do you want to stay by the teacher's side forever?"

"I do," Dongfang Yu said without a second thought, his expression very sincere.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, quite satisfied with his attitude.

Only Dongfang Yu did not fall for her routine; the gentler she was, the more he felt something bad was coming.

"Then are you willing to be..."

"Your husband?" Dongfang Yu added in his own head; if she really asked that, he certainly wouldn't be sleepy anymore.

"My adopted son?" Bibi Dong thought about it; an adopted son seemed to carry more weight than a disciple, and anyway, the two made little difference in her heart. But for Xiaoyu, he should be overjoyed, right?

Besides, becoming her adopted son wouldn't it show that she trusted him even more? The last time she merely handed a task over to him and showed a hint of trust, he was already this happy; next, he should immediately agree, shouldn't he?

Bibi Dong smiled lightly and waited for his answer, seemingly already picturing him moved to tears.

"Teacher... can this disciple refuse?" Dongfang Yu said weakly.

Bibi Dong: "..."

The surrounding air suddenly fell quiet, and a light breeze brushed against the two of them, giving off a rather tranquil, timeless feeling.

At this moment, neither of them spoke, and time, like a child, fell into a deep sleep.

After a long while.

"Why?" Bibi Dong fully recovered her senses. What had she just heard? He refused?

Why did he refuse? He currently felt genuine respect and loyalty toward her; she could sense that much, otherwise she wouldn't have trusted him.

But now... why would he refuse?

Bibi Dong could not figure it out; instead of weeping tears of joy, he should have been ecstatic, but what was this situation now?

"In this disciple's heart, the teacher is like a second parent, and this disciple has always held you in respectful esteem in my heart."

"Therefore, whether or not I become the teacher's adopted son is not important. As long as this disciple harbors heartfelt respect for the teacher, why bother caring about an empty title?" Dongfang Yu's expression was deadpan, his tone sincere.

Bibi Dong finally understood Dongfang Yu's words. His meaning was that he considered her a mother in his heart, which was already quite enough for him, so there was no need to care about these superfluous things.

Yet, was this truly an empty title? Why did she always feel something was off?

"You certainly have a heart." Bibi Dong gave him a peculiar look and spoke.

"This disciple has always respected teachers and valued morality," Dongfang Yu's expression was respectful, admitting no doubt.

"Enough, find a place to rest for a bit, and we return tomorrow."

"This disciple obeys."

Truth be told, Bibi Dong felt that Dongfang Yu's attitude toward her had become even more respectful.

After thinking about it, she simply abandoned the idea of taking him as an adopted son. Things had already reached this point, and it wouldn't do for her to keep insisting; pressing further might just produce the opposite of the desired effect.

After finding an inn in a nearby town, the two opened two separate rooms and rested respectively.

Lying on the bed, Dongfang Yu finally let out a heavy sigh of relief. Damn it, that was close! He just knew Bibi Dong had no good intentions!

She actually wanted to take him as an adopted son? Just listen to that, was that any way to behave?

Angewomon: "..."

What would happen if you really became my mother?

How the hell am I supposed to...

Words fail to describe it!

A few days and nights later, the two returned to Spirit Hall.

All along the way, Dongfang Yu was thoroughly respectful to Bibi Dong, terrified that she might revive the idea of taking him as an adopted son.

Seeing that his words and actions matched, Bibi Dong completely dropped the notion. Anyway, as long as he stayed by her side, she wouldn't have to worry about him ever daring to rebel one day.

The next day.

At a tavern in Spirit City, the Spirit Hall F4 gathered once more.

Dongfang Yu was drinking with utter delight.

Yan asked with a puzzled look, "Xiaoyu, you are acting very abnormal."

Hu Liena and the other chimed in with deep agreement, "That's right, what's wrong with you?"

The corners of Dongfang Yu's mouth curved up slightly as he said, "I thought of something happy."

The three of them: "..."

Dongfang Yu laughed maniacally in his heart; he was telling the truth. He had acquired Immortal Herbs, secretly sabotaged Dugu Bo and Tang San, and grown increasingly close to Bibi Dong. Most importantly of all—he had awakened Angewomon!

Any single one of these things taken out was worth celebrating, let alone all of them coming together?

Seeing that Dongfang Yu's mouth was practically split to his ears, the three of them shook their heads speechlessly. Was he really this happy?

"Waiter, keep the drinks coming!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the Douluo Hall.

Qian Daoliu quietly looked at the documents placed before his eyes, his placid eyes deep in thought at the moment.

"Immortal Herbs... martial soul evolution... Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring... cigarettes..." Looking at the records of everything Dongfang Yu had done and every experience he went through, Qian Daoliu felt somewhat unsettled.

Could someone actually pull off all these things? Every single deed was enough to shake Douluo Continent, and yet they were all accomplished by a single person?

Once or twice could be a coincidence, but when there were too many to still call it coincidence... excuse me, but Qian Daoliu didn't consider his old eyes to be that failing just yet.

He had originally planned to let him stay by Bibi Dong's side to work and cultivate, which would also be helpful for his own future. When the time was ripe, he would recruit him, or forcibly co-opt him if worst came to worst.

But now... Qian Daoliu felt that it was best to win over such a person with virtue. They both possessed the Angel Martial Soul, and he was simply cherishing talent here; it was best for someone like this to grow by his own side.

"Golden Crocodile."

"Big Brother," Golden Crocodile responded.

"Bring him to see me tomorrow," Qian Daoliu gave a calm instruction, then closed the documents.

The next day, the Papal Hall.

"What do you mean?" Bibi Dong stared with a cold face at the elder below, her tone even colder.

Golden Crocodile smiled with the poise of an old veteran, paying her no mind at all as he said, "My big brother wants to see him, it's as simple as that."

"Hurry up and summon him over."

Bibi Dong's expression sank. Qian Daoliu, that old bastard, had finally couldn't help himself, though this was also within her expectations.

"Very well." Bibi Dong's expression suddenly returned to normal, as if the person just now hadn't been her at all.

"Hm?" Golden Crocodile was somewhat surprised, having expected her to fly into a rage, especially since his purpose in coming was already so obvious. But none of that mattered anymore; his task was simply to take the person away.

Not long after, led by a maidservant, Dongfang Yu arrived at the Papal Hall, wondering why Bibi Dong was looking for him.

Only to see that an old bastard was also present, and his heart immediately cleared up. It seemed this guy was looking for him for something; he could tell just by looking at that stinking face of his, which looked as though everyone owed him millions.