Better to Blame Others Than Reflect on Yourself

"You fool! You've ruined everything Spirit Hall worked for!"

"Lin Feng was a twelve-year-old genius, a Soul King with level 52 Soul Power. You destroyed his Soul Power and Soul Rings with your own hands, then drove him out of Spirit Hall!"

"Bibi Dong was a seventeen-year-old genius, a Titled Douluo with level 92 Soul Power. Under your watch, her Soul Power vanished for no apparent reason, leaving her all but crippled!"

"They were Spirit Hall's Holy Son and Holy Maiden, the twin geniuses destined to lead Spirit Hall to supremacy over the Douluo Continent for centuries to come!"

"And in a single day, you ruined them both!"

"I ought to beat you to death, you monumental fool!"

"Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Breath!"

Nearly berserk Angel Soul Power swept across the sky, sending out rippling waves of force that struck terror into countless hearts.

"Dad, calm down! I'm your own son! It's me, Xunji! Who uses a Soul Skill to beat his son?"

"Dad, stop! Give me some dignity! I'm the Pope of Spirit Hall now. Slapping my face is slapping Spirit Hall's face! Don't let outsiders laugh at us!"

"If you keep hitting me, I'll fight back! You're not the only one with a ninth Soul Skill!"

"Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Glory!"

Angel's Breath collided with Angel's Glory. Light as dazzling as the sun burst above Spirit Hall, and a surging shockwave of energy tore through the air.

Qian Xunji was crushed on the spot. He hit the ground and could not get back up.

Still unsatisfied, Qian Daoliu swooped down and laid into him with fists and feet.

Before long, Qian Xunji's handsome face had swollen like a pig's.

"Dad, you've got some nerve hitting me! When I put Lin Feng on trial, you didn't say a word. Who are you putting on this act for now?"

Qian Xunji would have been better off keeping quiet. His words reignited the fury Qian Daoliu had just vented.

"Am I the Pope, or are you? I stayed out of your affairs to give you some dignity, and now you're blaming me?"

"If I'd known you'd turn out to be such a fool, I'd have been better off shooting you onto a wall! You were born a curse, destined to destroy Spirit Hall's plans to rule the Douluo Continent!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A few more punches and kicks knocked Qian Xunji unconscious.

He was still Qian Daoliu's son, and he had yet to pass on the Angel Bloodline. In the end, Qian Daoliu did not kill him.

Qian Daoliu entered the room, his expression softening. He looked at Bibi Dong lying on the bed, her lovely face blank and her beautiful eyes lifeless. With a sigh, he comforted her gently.

"Dong'er, I used Angel Divine Power to investigate the loss of your Soul Power, but even then, I couldn't find the cause."

"Don't lose heart or give up on yourself. I'll find a way. Spirit Hall has stood for ten thousand years. There must be a way to restore it."

"Try to stay calm. You're still Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden."

With that, Qian Daoliu prepared to search the records for similar cases in Spirit Hall's history.

Surely this could not be some deceased Spirit Hall predecessor whose soul had lingered in an object near Bibi Dong, absorbing her Soul Power to restore themselves while putting her through a trial.

What Bibi Dong took the greatest pride in was her Soul Power. At seventeen, she had reached level 92, a gift and an achievement without precedent.

Across the entire history of the Douluo Continent, she could have called herself the first.

Now her Soul Power was gone. A flood of criticism weighed on her slender shoulders, and the seventeen-year-old girl could not bear it.

She could almost see and hear countless people throughout Spirit Hall and Spirit City pointing at her, their eyes full of contempt and their faces twisted in mockery.

"Aaah..."

Bibi Dong pulled the quilt over her head and screamed beneath it.

Was this divine punishment for falsely accusing Lin Feng?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

Even setting the facts aside, wasn't he at fault too?

He must have taken liberties with me. Even if I agreed at the time, I changed my mind afterward, so it still counted.

I did nothing wrong. Lin Feng was wrong. The whole world was wrong!

I can't become a cripple. I won't let people point fingers at me. I have to get my Soul Power back...

Just then, Yu Xiaogang's voice came from outside the door.

"See this? The Holy Maiden gave me her token. Now get out of my way!"

Yu Xiaogang used the token to throw his weight around and entered Bibi Dong's room.

At the sight of Bibi Dong lying on the bed, Yu Xiaogang immediately put on an attentive expression.

"Dong'er, are you all right?"

"I heard what happened. It's such a shame!"

"Don't worry. I'll use my extraordinary intellect to find a way to restore your Soul Power!"

"Even if you're crippled for a while, I won't look down on you. My love for you will last until death. Losing your Soul Power is nothing compared to that!"

Far from comforting Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang's words had the opposite effect. She exploded.

"Yu Xiaogang, get out!"

"And give me back my token. Don't come looking for me again. I never want to see you!"

"You're a failure. What right do you have to look down on me? You're twenty and still can't get past level 29 Soul Power, and your Martial Soul is an ugly, fat Purple-Skinned Pig!"

When Bibi Dong was still a Titled Douluo, she could flaunt her superiority before Yu Xiaogang and bask in his admiration.

But now that she had lost her Soul Power, the sight of Yu Xiaogang made her feel as though he were mocking her.

Yu Xiaogang stood frozen under the tirade, his face turning pale, then red. Inwardly, he cursed.

Bibi Dong, what are you so proud of? At least I still have level 29 Soul Power. You don't have even a trace left!

If you weren't still Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, I wouldn't bother with you. And now you dare give me attitude.

Bitch. I barely had to flirt with you to make you betray Lin Feng, and now you think you're above me? Unbelievable.

That was what he thought, but Yu Xiaogang still wanted to keep reading Spirit Hall's books. So he swallowed his pride, plastered on a smile, and said:

"Dong'er, I'm sorry. I was wrong. In my heart, you'll always be Spirit Hall's pure, flawless Holy Maiden."

"Let me take you out for some air. I'll help you up..."

Bibi Dong slapped Yu Xiaogang's hand away and snatched her Holy Maiden token back from him.

"Yu Xiaogang, get out!"

"If you don't, I'll have someone kill you!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened, and he breathed like a bull.

Staring at Bibi Dong, who had turned on him so abruptly, Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth to sneer. But this was still Spirit Hall, and she was still its Holy Maiden. He forced the words back down.

Calm down, Yu Xiaogang. There's no point arguing with a cripple. You're a distinguished level 29 Soul Grandmaster, and she's just a pitiful level 0 Soul Scholar.

At that thought, Yu Xiaogang grew smug again. With all the pride of a level 29 Soul Grandmaster, he gave a little snort and turned to leave.

But Bibi Dong's stare prickled at his back. He quickened his pace and fled in something close to a panic.

Bibi Dong's face twisted. Even that failure Yu Xiaogang dared act superior to her now.

My Soul Power. I must get my Soul Power back, no matter what it takes!