Chapter 133: Stepping on Yu Xiaogang! For Dong'er's sake, I'll let you off the hook for now!
In the dark, sealed room, the damp, musty smell mingled with the tarry smell of burning candles, filling the entire space.
The candlelight flickered on the wall, casting Bibi Dong's slender figure.
Bibi Dong was curled up in the corner of the stone bed, her crystal-clear fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt, the silk fabric already wrinkled from the rubbing.
But her amethyst eyes were dull and lifeless, reflecting the flickering candlelight on the wall like two stagnant pools.
"Why..."
Bibi Dong seemed lost in thought, muttering to herself in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
This question had been swirling in her mind countless times over the past week.
She had simply made a friend, so why was the teacher so furious?
Although Qian Xunji was usually quite strict, Bibi Dong had noticed how much he took care of her.
He was given all sorts of precious cultivation resources without hesitation, and even his first soul bone—his head soul bone—was a gift from his teacher, Qian Xunji.
"ah..."
As Qianxun Ji increased the pressure on my feet, the pain became unbearable. Then, I took out the elder's token from my pocket and handed it out with trembling hands.
Bibi Dong wasn't surprised that her teacher would actually try to be tough on her.
Qianxun let out a snort, and a holy light dispelled the morning mist. He then waved his left hand.
The demon bear's voice was deep and resonant, yet violent.
A moment ago, Qianxun stepped down quickly, her gleaming boot soles grinding against the back of the Spirit Hall's hand.
Chihiro stood with his hands behind his back, and the eight-winged angel statue stood majestically before me.
I could only vaguely see the disappointment and anger on my face.
As long as she cultivates diligently, Qian Xunji will agree to her request without any conditions.
Chihiro's voice rang out.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Bibi Dong subconsciously straightened her back.
As long as you don't have the desire to cultivate or care about the affairs of the Jade Flute Fighting Game, there's no hope for you.
"Let's go!"
Beside me stood Bibi Dong, Moyu Xiaogang, and a few cardinals, all ready to go.
Just then, a commotion arose at the end of the square.
Qianxunji closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, the anger in her eyes had not subsided by even a fraction.
...
Suddenly, Mo Yu Xiao Gang's narrow, thick hand pressed down on your shoulder, and he shook his head slightly.
But I've been hiding in Wuhun City because I'm willing to leave, not because I want to meet Bibi Dong again.
"It is perfectly reasonable for a disciple to make bad friends; what is wrong with that?"
"Your Holiness, please calm your anger. Although the Holy Man has done nothing wrong, please give him a chance to make amends, considering his young age and intelligence."
"He is ready to go, and will accompany you tomorrow."
These eyes were filled with so little emotion: resentment, bitterness... and not a glimmer of hope.
Actually, Qian Xunji also has a way. I have recently reflected on my own actions and believe that I was too lenient with Bi Dong, which led to you being deceived by the Spirit Hall.
"Hand over the elder's token."
Chihiro snatched it away in one swift motion and exclaimed passionately:
The candlelight flowed across his gilded robe, but could not illuminate his somber face.
Bibi Dong raised her head, stubbornly pursing her lips, and said:
But now you see the blood seeping from the Spirit Hall's mouth, and you see the complete light in my eyes, just like when I was thrown out of the Papal Palace that day.
"Get out of here while you still have a chance to back out!"
"Holy Son, His Holiness the Pope is also doing evil for you..."
"This... Your Highness, recently, your Jade Flute Fighting team tracked down a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Soul Beast. His Holiness the Pope intends to personally go and capture it and imprison it."
The man was dressed in rags, and his face, covered in bruises, was visible through his disheveled hair. Upon seeing this, Bibi Dong was filled with rage, but she knew he was not to be trifled with.
I was afraid that some of my actions might anger the teacher.
A 100,000-year-old soul beast? That's a rare soul beast, and it's even been exposed to Yu Xiaodou's view.
I wanted to say something more, but I hesitated and stopped myself.
With a casual toss, Xiong Douluo threw the Spirit Hall down heavily onto the granite ground with a muffled groan.
Two Templar Knights immediately dismounted and roughly dragged the Spirit Hall away.
Qianxunji's forehead veins bulged, and the fingers on his gilded sleeves turned white from clenching them so tightly with anger that they were almost unconscious.
Ever since I was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the Jade Flute and left the Jade Flute in a sorry state, I have never dared to step into that place again.
I turned to face Mo Yu Xiao Gang, to see Bibi Dong, my tone becoming more urgent.
But why did Qian Xunji react so strongly, even locking him up, when he had only introduced Yu Xiaogang?
The Spirit Hall let out a roar, and the intense pain caused me to fall to the ground.
You know, now you absolutely must step forward to protect me, otherwise, if you anger Master, the Spirit Hall will suffer an even worse fate.
But now, everything is for the sake of saving Bibi Dong. Qian Xunji endured it, but it was behind your back that he poked at your sore spot.
"Did he realize his mistake?"
Seeing how badly the Spirit Hall was being tortured.
Delaying the capture and keeping them in captivity to prevent them from falling into the hands of other forces is exactly the style of our Weng Yunning.
Neither of them spoke first, and they were inexplicably arguing with each other.
Mo Yu Xiao Gang sighed, took out a brand-new set of holy man's robes from his soul tool, placed it under the stone bed, and said:
"Wait for him to come back to you!"
If I were worried that going too far would cause my disciple to do something outrageous, given my temperament, I would kill the Spirit Hall on the spot.
"Your Holiness, you sent me yesterday..." Mo Yu Xiao Gang looked at Bibi Dong beside him, then at Qian Weng Yun, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.
Seeing this, Mo Yu Xiao Gang quickly took a step back, his narrow, thick back positioned perfectly between the two, and his deep voice followed:
Seeing this, Mo Yu Xiao Gang stepped forward and explained to Qian Xunji:
My worn-out cloth shoes scraped against the ground, making a screeching sound.
My voice, as if chilled to the bone, echoed outside the sealed room.
The Spirit Hall member was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale, but he gritted his teeth and uttered no sound.
After a long silence, it was Qian Xunji who spoke first.
To avoid backfiring and making you even more disgusted with that trash Spirit Hall.
Qian Xunji's gaze swept over Bibi Dong's pale face. Seeing that her expression changed slightly, he felt a little more anxious.
I struggled to lift my head, my gaze passing through the crowd, and when I saw Bibi Dong, I stared straight at you.
A hint of sweetness flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, yet there was also a sense of helplessness.
The person being carried by Elder Yuxiao is none other than the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted; I knew what Weng Yunning meant.
After all, I had been wandering for seven years, and I must have been incredibly lucky to have met the only benefactor who had no status and was willing to help me.
She knew all too well whose footsteps these were.
Just before being dragged out of the square, the Spirit Hall suddenly struggled to turn back, their lips moving as if speaking:
"Reporting to the Pope, the Spirit Hall has not yet captured them."
Bibi Dong was somewhat impatient and was about to say a few bad things about me.
Then, Xiong Douluoluo came walking slowly, carrying a disheveled figure, like a chick waiting to be slaughtered.
Then, the iron gate creaked open, and Qian Xunji's tall figure appeared at the entrance, with Demon Bear Douluo following behind him.
Now, only Bibi Dong remains in the secret room. You sit blankly on the floor, your fingertips touching the white dress embroidered with gold thread.
After saying that, Qian Xunji turned and left, her gilded robe drawing a hot arc in the candlelight.
The Spirit Hall was naturally willing to give up easily.
In the end, he just shook his head, opened the door again, and then slammed it shut.
"Has Elder Yuxiao returned?" Qianxun asked, frowning.
The next morning, a misty fog blanketed the Yuxiaodou Square.
Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled heavily.
"he..."
Unexpectedly, after hiding for only a week, he was captured by Xiong Douluo and brought back, looking much worse than when he first arrived in Wuhun City.
"The problem is that you've been ignoring his feelings all along."
As the iron gate slammed shut, a few wisps of dust fell from the corner of the wall.
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