"My disciple, I've decided to see him. Do you have any suggestions?" Bibi Dong probed again.
"Suggestions?"
The corner of Xu Feng's mouth twitched.
[What fucking suggestions could I have? I just want to sleep. I just want to lie flat.]
[What's wrong with my teacher? She keeps asking me piles of questions.]
After grumbling inwardly for a bit, Xu Feng still said respectfully, "Your disciple has no suggestions. Whatever you decide, Teacher."
"Really, none?"
"None." Xu Feng's gaze was firm.
"All right." Bibi Dong was in no hurry, because she knew Xu Feng would reveal his inner thoughts.
Sure enough, just as she expected.
[Want suggestions? Then I suggest you give that scoundrel a thorough beating, inside and out, Teacher.]
[Doesn't that guy like you, Teacher? You could tell him you've fallen for someone else and even had a child. That would definitely make him fall apart.]
[You have to understand, someone like Yu Xiaogang is very patient and very proud. If there's one thing that could make him crumble instantly, it would probably be grass growing on his head. Although he doesn't deserve that blade of grass, he'll feel he's been cuckolded, and he'll fall apart. There's no need to worry about him spreading it around, either. Doing that would mean certain death, so he wouldn't dare. Besides, it's fake anyway, so we have nothing to fear.]
"Pretend to fall for someone else, pretend to be pregnant, and use that to enrage Yu Xiaogang?" Bibi Dong's expression darkened. She hadn't expected the little bastard to come up with such a wicked idea.
Bibi Dong certainly couldn't bring herself to say those things. There was no need for her to deliberately lie just to anger Yu Xiaogang. That hypocritical scoundrel wasn't worthy of her doing that.
[Forget it. With Teacher's temperament, she'd probably disdain lying. In that case, we can only start with a slightly less effective method.]
[Doesn't that guy love researching theories? He even published the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul and the upper limits on the ages of Soul Rings each rank can absorb, earning himself plenty of praise. But as long as the truth about him secretly learning from Spirit Hall's ancient texts is made public, everyone will know he's a hypocritical plagiarist. Naturally, his reputation will be ruined.]
[Finally, once his humiliation turns to rage and he drops all pretense, you can step on his head and humiliate him mercilessly, Teacher. Make him understand the gulf between you, utterly destroy his hopes and confidence, and leave him afraid to so much as look at you again.]
"It seems my good disciple is still very dependable when it counts, giving his teacher so many ideas." The more Bibi Dong looked at Xu Feng, the more pleasing she found him, and the more she liked him.
[It's just a shame that my stupid, big-breasted, brainless teacher probably won't think of any of this. Sigh.]
Bibi Dong's expression darkened. Forget I said anything.
"My good disciple, why don't you come with me to see Yu Xiaogang?" Bibi Dong had a sudden idea. She felt Xu Feng still had plenty to say about Yu Xiaogang, and wanted to bring him along so she could probe for information later.
"Surely that isn't necessary?"
"Hmm? You don't want to?" Bibi Dong's lips curled slightly as she rubbed her hands together with ill intent.
"Ahem... It would be your disciple's greatest honor to serve you, Teacher."
Xu Feng jolted and hastily sprang up, then came before Bibi Dong and lifted her fair, delicate hand like a gentleman. "After you, Teacher."
Outside Spirit Hall, in a secluded spot where Bibi Dong had often arranged to meet Yu Xiaogang.
"As long as I wait patiently, Dong'er will definitely come out to see me."
Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth, his mind working constantly.
"What Dong'er values most is my talent and my feelings. As long as I tell her about this past month's research results and play the pitiful victim a little, I'll definitely regain my place in Dong'er's heart."
"Then I can keep having Dong'er steal ancient texts from Spirit Hall for me, and use Spirit Hall to search for heavenly treasures that can repair my Martial Soul's defects."
Yu Xiaogang was envisioning his future when he noticed a graceful figure approaching from nearby, and his heart suddenly began to pound.
At last, he had waited long enough for her to arrive.
"Huh?"
"Motherfucker."
"Who's that brat?"
"Why is he following my Dong'er?"
"No, they're holding hands. Damn it."
Yu Xiaogang suddenly spotted Xu Feng, whom Bibi Dong was pulling along toward him, and he couldn't help frowning.
"Who is that? How dare he hold my Dong'er's hand?" Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists. In his mind, Bibi Dong belonged to him, and only he could touch her. He couldn't bear to see anyone else have intimate contact with Bibi Dong.
Meanwhile, Xu Feng said with a grin, "Teacher, you can let go now. We're already here. I won't run away."
"Hmph." Bibi Dong ignored him and dragged Xu Feng straight up to Yu Xiaogang before finally releasing his hand.
The little bastard had agreed to come see Yu Xiaogang with her, only to try slipping away halfway here, simply because it was time for bed. He had nearly made her faint with anger.
"Teacher, I've come as promised. I'll leave the rest to you." Xu Feng took a recliner out of his Soul Tool and lay down, then washed his hands of the matter. He only wanted to lie flat and watch the show.
Bibi Dong couldn't be bothered with Xu Feng anymore, either. Instead, she looked at Yu Xiaogang and said coldly, "I told you we're finished. What have you come here for again?"
"Dong'er..."
"Yu Xiaogang, mind how you address me. If you dare call me by name again, don't blame me for sending people to arrest you."
Before Yu Xiaogang could finish, Bibi Dong interrupted him. Now, just hearing him call her Dong'er disgusted her.
Across from her, Yu Xiaogang had never imagined that the Dong'er he longed for day and night would treat him so coldly. And he truly didn't dare defy her, so he could only reply meekly, "Yes, Her Holiness the Saintess."
"Might Her Holiness the Saintess tell me who this is?" Yu Xiaogang looked at Xu Feng.
"My disciple, Xu Feng. You met a few years ago."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang remembered.
Xu Feng had been much younger back then. He hadn't recognized him at all.
"They say it's been eight years since this brat Xu Feng awakened his Martial Soul, yet he still hasn't broken through to Soul Grandmaster. He's absolute trash."
A thought suddenly struck Yu Xiaogang. "Could Dong'er have brought Xu Feng here because she wants me to help solve the problem of his slow cultivation?"
"Heh, if that's the case, come beg me. Maybe I'll take pity on you and lend you a hand."
Thinking of this possibility, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of smug satisfaction, feeling capable again. He said, "Her Holiness the Saintess, I hear Xu Feng hasn't broken through to Soul Grandmaster in eight years. If you need me to, I can help."
"No need."
"??"
Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded. Why was this different from what he had imagined? Unwilling to accept it, he added, "If you need anything, just ask. There's no need to stand on ceremony with me."
"Hmph. You have no right to pass judgment on my disciple."
"??"
Bibi Dong's tone was cold, so cold that Yu Xiaogang felt a little unnerved. He could distinctly feel Bibi Dong's disgust toward him, which left him baffled and chilled his heart.
However, Yu Xiaogang didn't give up, continuing, "I came to see you because I have some good news about my research into Soul Master theory."
"Let's hear it," Bibi Dong said indifferently. Although he hadn't spoken yet, she had already guessed some of it. He would surely do exactly as her disciple had said, wanting to show off the results of this past month or so of research before her, displaying his theoretical talent-plagiarism he falsely claimed was his own research.
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