"Master, I'm sorry." Huo Wu tugged at the hem of Cao De's clothes, looking utterly forlorn.
Her apology left Cao De a little bewildered. "What are you apologizing for?"
"I brought trouble upon you, Master." Huo Wu's voice was muffled as she pinched the hem of his clothes.
Cao De cupped Huo Wu's face and gazed into her red eyes, speaking each sentence firmly. "You did everything right, Huo Wu. Don't be unhappy."
Moisture shimmered in Huo Wu's eyes, and a smile returned to her face. "Okay."
Meanwhile, Feng Xiaotian pulled his head out of the bucket again and felt his hair.
The hair on either side was still there, but the middle of his crown was completely bald. Hesitantly, Feng Xiaotian took out a mirror. One look sent him into a complete breakdown.
Then his eyes filled with fury.
Huo Wu liked me! She just didn't know how to express it! It was all that bastard's fault. He deceived her!
Murderous intent filled Feng Xiaotian's eyes.
Back on Cao De's side.
As Cao De and Huo Wu continued strolling around, Cao De spotted a familiar face-Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang wore coarse hemp clothes and tattered canvas shoes, but his gaze was resolute as he strode toward Spirit Hall.
"Huo Wu, how about going off to have some fun on your own for a while?" Cao De patted her head.
Huo Wu immediately saw what he had in mind. "Go take care of your business, Master. I'll wait for you at the Martial Soul Hotel."
Huo Wu winked playfully.
Cao De wasted no time. He patted Huo Wu's head and headed after Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang walked quickly, hurrying toward the entrance to Spirit Hall.
"Grandmaster, what are you off to do?" Cao De greeted him with a smile.
Yu Xiaogang fixed an icy stare on Cao De and demanded coldly, "Were you behind what happened to Little San?"
"Tang San? What happened to Tang San?" Cao De asked with a smile.
Seeing Cao De's expression only fueled Yu Xiaogang's anger. He wanted to attack, but he couldn't beat him, so he could only hold himself back.
Spotting Spirit Hall's guards, Yu Xiaogang curled his lips upward. "Cao De, you'll regret crossing me."
With that, he took out Spirit Hall's Elder Token. "This man attacked an elder of Spirit Hall."
At the sight of the token, the guards immediately stood at attention and saluted. "Greetings, Elder."
Watching Yu Xiaogang's little performance, Cao De couldn't help finding it amusing.
But in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Cao De's expression meant he was so terrified that he had lost control of his face.
"Cao De, out in the world, power and backing are what matter." Yu Xiaogang wore a victor's smile.
"Seize him."
Yu Xiaogang stepped back and waved at the guards.
Cao De silently counted the time. He should be here soon, right?
"Stop!" A shrill voice rang out from above.
Chrysanthemum Douluo slowly landed and swept his gaze across everyone.
The guards dropped to their knees, not daring to breathe loudly.
Yu Xiaogang was displeased, his voice icy. "Chrysanthemum Douluo, what is the meaning of this?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo condensed a palm of soul power in midair and unleashed a barrage of slaps across Yu Xiaogang's face.
Smack, smack, smack!
Yu Xiaogang's eyes filled with disbelief and shock. He was Bibi Dong's first love! How dare Chrysanthemum Douluo do this!
But the relentless pain in his cheeks told him that Chrysanthemum Douluo really did dare to hit him.
Yu Xiaogang promptly knelt. "Honored Chrysanthemum Douluo, I misspoke just now. Please forgive my transgression."
Inside, however, he was roaring. Just you wait, Chrysanthemum Douluo! Once I'm before Bibi Dong, I'll show you the wrath of Yu Xiaogang!
Chrysanthemum Douluo ignored Grandmaster and slapped him a few more times. Then he glanced at Cao De and waved a hand, enveloping him in soul power.
He carried Cao De toward the Pope's Palace.
He couldn't fathom what Her Holiness was thinking. Why had she ordered him to deal with Yu Xiaogang? Hadn't she always looked after him before? Now she wanted him beaten! To Chrysanthemum Douluo, a woman's heart was a needle at the bottom of the sea.
And how had Cao De become Her Holiness's disciple? Chrysanthemum Douluo still couldn't figure that out either.
Once Chrysanthemum Douluo left, Yu Xiaogang rose with practiced ease and brushed the dust from his knees.
"You got lucky, Cao De!" Yu Xiaogang's gaze was icy. With that, he strode toward the Pope's Palace.
Chrysanthemum Douluo set Cao De down at the entrance to Spirit Hall. "Her Holiness wishes to see you."
Then he vanished.
Cao De stepped into Spirit Hall and saw Bibi Dong in the seat of honor. "Teacher, you wanted to see me?"
Bibi Dong said nothing, merely studying him quietly.
Ever since Cao De had left after meeting her, she had felt inexplicably hollow inside. Hearing about Yu Xiaogang had made her even more irritable, and she desperately wanted to beat him up!
She didn't understand why such thoughts had appeared in her mind without warning. It irritated her!
So she had summoned Cao De, wanting to see what was so special about him that he could affect her mind.
Yet as she examined this handsome young man, the more she looked, the more attractive she found him.
Bibi Dong realized something was wrong and shook her head, casting those thoughts aside.
Watching Bibi Dong shake her head, Cao De felt she looked a little ditzy at that moment.
"Bibi Dong, I'm here." A voice came from outside the Pope's Palace.
With his hands clasped behind his back and his spine ramrod straight, Yu Xiaogang walked slowly into the hall.
Seeing Cao De standing to one side, mockery flashed through his eyes.
Just as I thought, Bibi Dong still loves me so much. She brought Cao De straight here to teach him a lesson herself. Chrysanthemum Guan, you'll get what's coming to you soon.
A teasing glint flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, an immense pressure of soul power enveloped him.
With a thud, Yu Xiaogang collapsed onto his knees, sprawled against the floor.
Someone was pressuring him. Who was it? Who dared humiliate him in front of Dong'er?
Yu Xiaogang strained to lift his head and look Bibi Dong in the eyes. His voice was hoarse. "Bibi Dong, do you hate me that much? Must you humiliate me like this?"
Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang sprawled on his knees. From this angle, he looked like an ugly idiot.
How did I ever fall for this fucking moron?
Hearing his words, she immediately condensed a palm of soul power and began slapping him!
The more Bibi Dong hit him, the better she felt.
Smack, smack, smack! The blows left Yu Xiaogang seeing stars, but he still struggled to maintain his dignity. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Bibi Dong, I wronged you back then."
He refused to believe Bibi Dong wouldn't soften at the sight of him like this.
Imagination was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's declaration, Bibi Dong broke out in goosebumps. Even her soul recoiled in disgust.
She struck from both sides, slapping Yu Xiaogang madly before finally blasting him out of the Pope's Palace.
As he sailed through the air, Yu Xiaogang was still dazed. What happened? Why was she hitting me?
But the rapidly approaching ground left him no time to ponder that question.
Yu Xiaogang immediately summoned his martial soul, Sanpao, intending to use him as a cushion.
The old Sanpao certainly wouldn't have resisted, but after being kicked, Sanpao still harbored anger.
Naturally, he wouldn't willingly serve as a cushion.
In midair, Sanpao gathered his strength and aimed a fart straight at Yu Xiaogang, instantly breaking free of his restraint and reaching the ground first.
"Sanpao, you beast! You damned beast!" Yu Xiaogang roared with all his might.
Once on the ground, Sanpao pushed laboriously at a large, cone-shaped rock. He looked up at Yu Xiaogang overhead, then continued adjusting the rock's position.
Seeing the rock below, Yu Xiaogang instantly panicked and cried out, "Sanpao! Sanpao! I was just barking nonsense! I was wrong! Sanpao! If I die, you'll die too!"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Sanpao's pig brain turned. Oh, right! If Gangzi dies, I die too! So he began laboriously shifting the rock farther away.
Watching Sanpao's actions, Yu Xiaogang let out a long sigh of relief.
Seeing the ground drawing ever closer while Sanpao moved at a snail's pace, Yu Xiaogang roared, "Beast! Hurry up!"
Sanpao looked up at the rapidly approaching Gangzi and stepped away.
Crack!
Yu Xiaogang landed squarely astride the cone-shaped rock.
Yu Xiaogang's face twisted violently, his arms curling and his fingers going rigid.
If Sanpao had moved it just a little farther, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't have landed so precisely. If Yu Xiaogang hadn't hurled those insults, he wouldn't have landed right on it either.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs. From then on, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't be eating spicy food...
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