Chapter 206: Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong's Hidden Motives
Spirit City.
A thin, middle-aged man—appearing around forty or fifty—walked up the mountain path below the Pope's Palace.
Despite standing before the sacred land of all Soul Masters, his face showed neither reverence nor awe, only deep disgust and hatred.
He stared coldly at the Holy Mountain for a moment before taking out a token and continuing upward.
The moment the temple knights standing along the path saw that token, they trembled and immediately knelt down in respect.
The man, naturally, was Yu Xiaogang, and the token he carried was the Elder's Order of the Spirit Hall.
With it, he made his way unobstructed into the Pope's Hall itself, waiting silently for Bibi Dong's arrival.
The vast audience chamber of over a thousand square meters was silent, but Yu Xiaogang sat as if it were his own home, sipping tea casually.
After a while, impatience crept in. He frequently turned toward the doors.
Could it be that Dong'er doesn't wish to see me?
Unease stirred in his chest.
Tang San was about to advance to Soul Ancestor. His second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, was nearing the stage where it could begin absorbing spirit rings. Once he reached that level, Tang San was to follow Tang Hao for years of training—meaning Yu Xiaogang would lose all contact with him.
Before that happened, Yu Xiaogang planned to give Tang San guidance on cultivating twin martial spirits.
But, of course, he didn't actually know how—it was Bibi Dong he had to ask.
She'll definitely tell me, he thought confidently.
"Yu Xiaogang, it's been more than twenty years since our last meeting. You wouldn't come here for no reason—what is it you want from me?"
A calm voice echoed through the hall. At some point, Bibi Dong had seated herself on the papal throne.
Yu Xiaogang looked up sharply.
Beautiful—she was still so beautiful.
Pain pierced his chest.
This woman should have been his beloved Dong'er. Yet now, she spoke to him like a stranger.
His face stiffened slightly, and he said quietly, "Bibi Dong, can't I come see you even if there's nothing urgent?"
Bibi Dong looked at him and, though her heart wavered for a brief moment, her will remained firm.
"Please don't address me as Bibi Dong. I am the Pope of Spirit Hall. You will call me Your Holiness," she said coolly.
Yu Xiaogang sighed resignedly. "Yes, Your Holiness."
Despite his words, a flicker of hope ignited within him.
She's being petty about titles—meaning she still cares, maybe still holds a grudge.
If she truly didn't care, she wouldn't react at all.
Yu Xiaogang believed he understood her perfectly.
Putting on a calm expression, he began, "My disciple Tang San, like you, possesses twin martial spirits.
He's exceptionally gifted and progresses rapidly—potentially a future powerhouse of the continent.
But cultivating twin spirits is extremely dangerous. With every spirit ring absorbed, the burden grows heavier. If not handled correctly, the backlash could kill him.
I came to learn from Your Holiness—how did you overcome this obstacle yourself?"
Bibi Dong sneered. "Heh… Yu Xiaogang, after so many years, have you grown naïve?
Tang Hao is my mortal enemy. And you ask me to help his son? So he can grow stronger and come avenge him later?"
She had suspected his motive all along, but hearing it still made anger flash in her eyes.
The feud between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect—and between her and Tang Hao—was irreconcilable.
And Yu Xiaogang dared to ask her to help Tang San.
Still, she was curious. What exactly was his plan?
"You might not know," Yu Xiaogang said gravely, "but Tang San already regards me as his father. We are bound as father and son.
I will never be your enemy, and neither will Tang San.
You are both... the most important people in my life.
I don't want either of you to be hurt."
Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, her gaze flickering.
After a pause, she spoke softly. "Tell me more about this disciple of yours. Is he truly worth my help?"
Hearing her words, Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed. She was relenting.
"Xiao San is only fifteen years old, yet his soul power has already reached level thirty-eight. Even the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall was never stronger at that age.
And that's only with his Blue Silver Grass spirit!
Most importantly, he's loyal and righteous. Since becoming my student, he's treated me with utmost respect and devotion—he even recognizes me as his father.
If you help him now, he will never be your enemy in the future!" Yu Xiaogang said earnestly.
He went on to recount how he met Tang San in Nuoding City, accepted him as a disciple, and taught him all these years.
As he spoke, Bibi Dong's lips curved slightly—an icy smile.
A genius like that? It would be a waste not to kill him.
After a pause, she said, "His soul power is still too low. He's too young, too physically immature.
There's no need to add rings to his Clear Sky Hammer yet.
When I began cultivating my second spirit, I was already at Titled Douluo.
Perhaps his Blue Silver Grass can't reach that height, but once he becomes a Soul Emperor or Soul Sage, then maybe it will be time to consider adding rings to his hammer.
Come to me again when that time comes."
Yu Xiaogang froze. She hadn't shared the method.
Still, she hadn't refused him outright—that was progress.
But to ensure she remembered him, he decided to stir her emotions once more.
"Bibi Dong—this will be the last time I call you by that name.
Leaving you back then was never what I wanted.
I should've known—someone of my poor talent could never be allowed near you by Spirit Hall.
But regardless, what's gone is gone. From now on, in my heart, you will always be Your Holiness.
Farewell, Your Holiness.
When Tang San becomes Soul Emperor, I'll return."
With that, Yu Xiaogang turned and strode out of the Pope's Hall without looking back.
He wanted to leave a deep impression.
And indeed, the woman on the throne sat stunned for a long while, her expression shifting between sorrow and rage before finally settling into cold resolve.
"Qian Clan—you destroyed my happiness. I'll destroy your influence in Spirit Hall in return!"
Her hatred toward Qian Xunji burned stronger than ever. She now fully understood Yu Xiaogang's words.
It was Qian Xunji who had forced them apart, long ago.
"Xiaogang, did you really say that Tang San and I are both precious to you?
He? The son of Tang Hao?
How could he be worthy of being your son?
Tang San must die."
Her conviction hardened completely.
She tapped the armrest of the papal throne twice. Moments later, Ghost Douluo entered the hall.
"Tang San is about to reach Soul Ancestor level. He'll head to the Sunset Forest to hunt his spirit ring.
Order Mad Dragon Douluo to cooperate with Yu Yuanzhen—ambush Tang San and kill him.
Afterward, I'll ensure the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan remains safe."
Bibi Dong's tone left no room for question.
Mad Dragon Douluo was Spirit Hall's Ninth Elder, a hidden powerhouse unknown to most of the world.
She had no desire to start an open war with the Clear Sky Sect yet.
Yu Yuanzhen would serve as her blade.
The Mad Dragon's spirit—a dragon of earth—was of the same lineage as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, making any exposure easy to conceal as internal clan business.
Let Yu Yuanzhen and Tang Hao clash; the chaos would draw eyes away from her—and in the process, Tang San would die.
"Yes, Your Holiness," Ghost Douluo replied respectfully.
(END CHAPTER)
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