Upon hearing this title, Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly.
She stopped and looked down at the man in front of her, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Do you think you still have the right to use that title?"
Her voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale instantly.
He looked into Bibi Dong's cold purple eyes, his heart filled with bitterness.
"Bibi Dong..." He changed his words with difficulty, stood up from the chair, and tried to get closer.
"Halt! Call me Pope, or Your Majesty!" Bibi Dong coldly shouted.
Yu Xiaogang froze in place.
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."
Looking at his simple, dusty clothes, covered from days of travel, and then at Bibi Dong's noble bearing, a strong sense of inferiority welled up inside him.
Seeing the master bowing slightly to her, Bibi Dong's indifference vanished, and a hint of reluctance flashed across her eyes. She lifted her foot, seemingly wanting to step forward, but ultimately stopped herself.
"What brings you here?" Bibi Dong walked slowly to the main seat, sat down gracefully, and scrutinized him with a scrutinizing gaze.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions within him, his body trembling slightly with anger and humiliation.
Finally, with a "plop".
Yu Xiaogang knelt down on both knees and kowtowed heavily to Bibi Dong.
"Your Majesty must already know what happened in Heaven Dou City. Yes, my disciple, Xiao San, he..."
"Dong'er, for the sake of our past, I beg you... help me kill Dongfang Jing!"
His voice trembled slightly, pleading, "If you're willing to help me, I... I'll do anything!"
In order to move Bibi Dong, Yu Xiao began to tearfully recount her experiences.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his rough, black hands with two fingers cut off on each side.
Although the wound has healed, the hideous scar and the sun mark on it are still shocking to behold.
"Look! This is what that little beast did! He cut off my finger and used such a vicious method that it can never be restored!"
"He humiliated my theory in front of everyone, calling me a piece of trash!"
"He also killed his mistress! He killed my only hope! He ruined my whole life!"
Yu Xiaogang cried with tears streaming down his face, like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
Bibi Dong looked at him quietly.
When she saw Yu Xiaogang's severed finger, her heart ached uncontrollably.
She could humiliate him, she could torture him, but she wouldn't allow anyone to touch a single hair on his head!
'East...Mirror...!'
As Bibi Dong listened to Yu Xiaogang's tragic story, her murderous intent towards Dongfang Jing grew even stronger.
But a cold smile remained on her face.
She let out a sneer, slowly stepped down from the main seat, and walked step by step to Yu Xiaogang.
She extended her slender fingers and gently lifted Yu Xiaogang's chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
Bibi Dong's eyes were playful yet cold.
How much is your "willingness" worth?
Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.
"However…" Bibi Dong's tone shifted, and her smile became even more sinister. "Considering Elder Yu's sincerity, I might give you a chance."
She leaned down, whispered in Yu Xiaogang's ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"I want you to join the Spirit Hall completely."
"From now on, be my dog."
"Are you willing?"
The warm breath brushed against Yu Xiaogang's earlobe, making him tremble all over, and his old face couldn't help but turn a little red.
But Xiaoyu and Xiaogang, who had remained silent for decades, showed no reaction whatsoever.
Is it that you don't want to? Maybe you can't.
But Bibi Dong's words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, chilling him to the bone.
Join the Spirit Hall?
To be her dog?
What a humiliation!
Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head, looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He wanted to refuse, he wanted to roar.
However, when he met Bibi Dong's cold yet slightly crazed eyes, all the words stuck in his throat.
He knew that if he refused, he would never be able to get revenge in this lifetime.
Dongfang Jing will become his lifelong nightmare.
He will forever bear the title of "Master of Waste," living a humiliating life amidst the ridicule of the world.
Tang San regarded him as his father, and he regarded him as his only son. How could he not avenge this?
He wants revenge! He wants to prove himself!
Even at the cost of dignity, at the cost of everything!
After a long while, the struggle and resentment in Yu Xiaogang's eyes were gradually replaced by a kind of crazy ruthlessness.
He nodded slowly.
"I...am willing."
After saying those two words, it was as if all his strength had been drained away.
Upon hearing this answer, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Bibi Dong's face.
That smile was both radiant and cruel.
"Very good." She straightened up and looked down at Yu Xiaogang, who was kneeling on the ground.
"From today onwards, you belong to me, Bibi Dong."
"Someone come here!" she called out to the outside of the hall. "Take Master... no, take Elder Yu down here and arrange the best accommodations for him. Find the best healing soul master to treat him."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
A maid came in and respectfully helped the distraught Yu Xiaogang away.
...
Tian Dou City, Purple Star Academy Villa.
On the lawn in the backyard, Wang Qiu'er and Dongfang Yao were sparring.
Neither woman used their soul skills; they fought back and forth solely based on their physical strength and exquisite techniques.
Wang Qiu'er's strength was domineering and unparalleled; every punch and kick carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Dongfang Yao, on the other hand, was agile and wielded a graceful sword, like a butterfly flitting among flowers. She always managed to use skill to overcome force and deflect Wang Qiu'er's fierce attacks.
In a stone pavilion not far away, Xue Di, Bing Di, and A Yin sat together, sipping tea and answering the other girls' questions.
In this peaceful and warm atmosphere.
Suddenly, an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the sky!
boom--!
It felt as if the entire sky had collapsed!
That oppressive aura was filled with an aura of dominance.
In an instant, all living beings in the entire Purple Star Academy, and even within a radius of several miles, felt a shiver originating from the depths of their souls!
In the backyard, Wang Qiu'er and Dongfang Yao, who were sparring, suddenly froze, their faces turning pale instantly.
The teacups in the pavilion trembled violently without any wind, causing ripples to spread across the tea inside.
"This is..."
Hyotei's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up, looking up at the sky.
Ah Yin reacted extremely quickly; she immediately activated her martial soul and unleashed the Blue Silver Domain.
Countless blue silver vines silently emerged from the ground, instantly weaving into a huge pale blue light shield that enveloped the entire villa.
At the same time, she also brought her unique and absolute ability to disguise herself to the extreme.
In that instant, the entire villa was completely isolated from the outside world.
The group, who were under immense pressure, suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies, and the heart-palpitating feeling vanished instantly.
"Sister Xue Di, what happened?" Dongfang Yao ran to Xue Di's side and asked, still somewhat shaken.
"It's Di Tian." Wang Qiu'er was all too familiar with this aura, which made her feel even more troubled.
Xue Di spoke in a rather relaxed tone, slowly saying to everyone, "Everyone stay behind me, don't be afraid."
The women immediately gathered behind Xue Di, watching the sky nervously.
With Sister Xue'er around, they immediately felt much more at ease.
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