Yu Xiaogang Becomes Tang San's Stepmother? Tang Hao: You Motherfucker!

"???"

Bibi Dong froze when she heard Yu Xiaogang say that.

But the script still controlled her. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she gave a cold snort. "You?"

[???]

[666, Gangzi, what are you saying???]

[Are you serious?]

[You? A Level 29 good-for-nothing past Age 50? You'll destroy Spirit Hall at any cost??]

[And you said that right in front of Bibi Dong, the Pope?]

[Anyone who can keep a straight face is beyond human.]

[Is this Gangzi's new way to become a god? Interesting.]

[What if Gangzi actually means it?]

[This continent-wide elite Soul Master Academy tournament is clearly in the future. What if Gangzi really becomes a Fart God by then? Or a Demigod?]

[Maybe Yu Xiaogang really can blow Spirit Hall apart with one fart?]

[666, did you laugh while typing that?]

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Flender: Gangzi, ahem, Xiaogang, I'm not joining you in this fight. As your good brother, I'll support you in spirit.]

[Liu Erlong: ...]

[Yu Xiaogang: Don't take it seriously! I'm not even in the theater. They made it all up for the show!]

[Tang San: Right. How could my teacher possibly destroy— ahem... how could he possibly say something like that?]

[Yu Xiaogang: ...]

Inside the theater,

Yu Xiaogang was still threatening Bibi Dong. "Don't think I'm joking. I'm telling you, Bibi Dong, I've never had a wife or children. Tang San is like a son to me!"

"Heh. What a touching father-son bond."

"You'll destroy Spirit Hall at any cost? Then tell me, what do you have to sacrifice? Your Soul Power that hasn't even reached Level 30?"

Bibi Dong scoffed.

"..."

Now it was Yu Xiaogang's turn to fall silent.

His old face flushed red as he shot back, "I have a son, and my son has a father!"

"..."

[666, now that's a huge sacrifice.]

[Gangzi just reminded me: I didn't even know Tang San had a father. I thought he was an orphan.]

[An orphan and Lone Bamboo—a perfect match!]

[Wonder what Tang San's dad will think when he sees this livestream. The shameless Gangzi has claimed his son.]

[Haha, I want to see Yu Xiaogang fight Tang San's real dad over their son.]

[What's so interesting about that? Gangzi should marry Tang San's real dad. Nothing matters more than the three of them living happily together.]

[Ugh... that's painful to imagine. But you know what? It'd make one hell of a show!]

[Why can't Gangzi be Tang San's stepmother?]

[Wait, by that logic, Bibi Dong isn't going to treat Gu Xingzhou as her son too, is she?]

[Wouldn't that be a bit too outrageous?]

[They're acting out the "Emergency Rescue Theater" script right now!]

[Why didn't you say that when Gangzi and little San were playing father and son?]

[How is that the same?]

The livestream room buzzed with debate.

Meanwhile,

Tang Hao, who had been secretly protecting Tang San from nearby, darkened at Yu Xiaogang's words.

He was growing more and more dissatisfied with this Grandmaster of theory. If Yu Xiaogang weren't so shameless, his son wouldn't have suffered alongside him and become a laughingstock across Douluo Continent.

For now, the livestream room simply hadn't exposed Tang Hao. If it did, he would inevitably be humiliated as Tang San's father too.

And humiliation was the least of his worries. What he feared most was being dragged into something involving Yu Xiaogang, like appearing in a fan-made theater production with him...

Just thinking about the scenes Yu Xiaogang had acted out with his son gave him goose bumps and left him sick to his stomach.

When he saw people in the Ordinary Livestream Room discussing Yu Xiaogang becoming Tang San's stepmother, he was so furious he had nowhere to vent it!

That was not only disgusting—it was an insult to Ah Yin!

Yet he could do nothing about the livestream room or its viewers.

Now that Yu Xiaogang had brought him up, unease gripped him. Was this a preview, a hint from the livestream room?

At the thought, another chill ran through Tang Hao.

Inside the theater.

Yu Xiaogang's answer made Bibi Dong laugh in anger. But as soon as she thought of the poisoned Gu Xingzhou, her eyes turned cold.

"I might as well tell you this, Yu Xiaogang."

"If anything happens to Gu Xingzhou, you and your dear son Tang San can spend the rest of your lives playing devoted father and son in a Secret Room."

With that, Bibi Dong anxiously carried Gu Xingzhou away.

Yu Xiaogang, just as anxious, paid her no more attention. His thoughts were fixed on the unconscious Tang San, and he bent down and lowered his head with practiced ease...

[666, I knew it!]

[Too bad they aren't the stars this time. It's not a live-action performance!]

[We can't keep rewarding those two!]

[What about Bibi Dong's punishment? Isn't that a reward for them too?]

[Exactly. A Lone Bamboo God and a Fart God locked in a Secret Room—could there be a better match?]

[One unleashes Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo attacks, the other farts nonstop. They could spar every day!]

[Years later, they'll ascend to the Divine Realm from the Secret Room together, right?]

[That's way too subtle, isn't it?]

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, watching the livestream, were both mortified. Tang San in particular felt as though that sickening taste had returned.

Fortunately, the livestream hadn't shown Yu Xiaogang giving him emergency treatment in detail. Otherwise, he might have thrown up again.

The ink-wash scroll had already shifted its focus to Bibi Dong and Gu Xingzhou.

Gu Xingzhou was still young, but in both height and looks, he was already a handsome young man. A trace of boyishness remained, yet that only stirred Bibi Dong's protective instincts further.

She gazed at Gu Xingzhou in her arms, her eyes full of heartache. Without a word, she quickly checked his injuries.

As her gaze swept over his body, Bibi Dong grew so nervous she could hardly bear it...

Was the emergency treatment about to begin?

Did I really have to kiss him in front of everyone on Douluo Continent?

He was so handsome, but I was the Pope of Spirit Hall, after all. And Yu Xiaogang was watching too...

But Yu Xiaogang kissed Tang San, so why couldn't I kiss Gu Xingzhou?

That thought finally eased some of Bibi Dong's apprehension.

If I couldn't change it, I might as well try to accept it...

Then Bibi Dong quickly realized something was wrong. Gu Xingzhou had been poisoned; he wasn't choking like Tang San had been and didn't need Artificial Respiration.

He was poisoned and half-conscious, but he was breathing normally. Artificial Respiration would serve no purpose, nor would it make sense.

Ordinarily, with no antidote available, the first thing to do for someone who had been poisoned was force the poison out.

So she searched for the wound. There were no wounds on his body, and his clothes weren't torn. Where was it?

Bibi Dong's gaze soon landed on a spot where Poisoned Blood was flowing: Gu Xingzhou's toe...

"???"