Chapter 111 The Hypocritical Yu Xiaogang, Manipulating Flander
"Xiaogang, are you alright?"
Flander stood to the side, let out a long sigh, and looked at Yu Xiaogang with a complicated expression.
Although he had begun to have some doubts about Yu Xiaogang's previous complaints, he was ultimately not the kind of person who would easily betray his brother.
If Yu Xiaogang was truly as incompetent as the rumors suggested, then he would accept it.
"I'm fine."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was heaving violently.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down:
"Boss Fu, you saw what happened just now, right? I always said that the Spirit Hall people are ruthless, vicious, and have no bottom line."
They actually forced him to absorb a ten-year soul ring without any explanation.
At this point, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fist tightly:
"Just now, if I had dared to shake my head and refuse, that vicious Spirit Hall Saintess would have definitely killed us."
He snorted coldly. "If I were alone today, I would rather die than submit."
Although he was called a good-for-nothing, he still had his own backbone.
At worst, he would just die, but he would be a hero again in eighteen years!
He sighed. "But you're here today, you're my good brother."
Although they had only known each other for a short time, he had already regarded Flander as the person he trusted most in this life.
So even if he suffered all kinds of humiliation, he could not let Flander be implicated.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold back, and two streams of tears welled up in his eyes and silently slid down his cheeks.
Flander stared blankly at Yu Xiaogang, his heart feeling as if something had clenched it tightly.
For Soul Masters, the importance of soul rings was self-evident; they were something that accompanied them throughout their lives.
Forcing a Soul Master to absorb a ten-year soul ring was an insult no less than the hatred of having one's wife stolen or the hatred of one's father killed.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Gang was such a loyal and righteous person that he was willing to endure such humiliation in order to protect him.
Thinking of this, Flander felt his face burning with shame.
He cursed himself in his heart:
Flander, you wretched thing! How could you doubt your own brother?
The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt. His eyes reddened, and his nose tingled.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Yu Xiaogang's shoulder:
"Xiao Gang, since you call me Boss Flander, then I, Flander, will make this clear today: from this day forward, I will never let anyone bully you again. Anyone who dares to touch you, I, Flander, will be the first to fight them to the death!"
"Brother Fu…" Yu Xiaogang choked up. "With your words, all the grievances I suffered today were worth it."
"Don't say that." Flander patted him on the shoulder. "You're my brother. Your business is my business. So what if it's the Spirit Hall? Like you said, at worst, it's just death."
"No, please don't do this." Yu Xiaogang quickly shook his head, his face showing a mixture of anxiety and gratitude.
"I know how good you are to me, but please don't go head-to-head with a powerful force like the Spirit Hall for my sake."
Although the Spirit Hall appeared upright and honorable on the surface, it was actually very dark behind the scenes.
If he offended them, Flander's fate would likely be dire. It was not worth it for someone like him.
"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me!" Flander retorted, his neck stiff and his expression stubborn and unyielding.
"You're my good brother, so don't say things like that again."
"Brother Fu... I, Yu Xiaogang, am truly blessed to have met a good brother like you in this life."
Flander grinned and said, "Don't worry, we brothers are of one mind. There's no obstacle we can't overcome. Whatever happens in the future, we'll face it together."
"Okay." Yu Xiaogang nodded emphatically.
"By the way, Boss Flander, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's leave. If those two come back, we'll be in danger."
"You're right." Flander's expression became wary. "Let's leave the Star Dou Great Forest first."
The two immediately turned around and walked toward the edge of the forest.
Flander led the way, cautiously observing the surroundings.
Yu Xiaogang followed behind him, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
He watched Flander's retreating figure, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.
The ten-year soul ring was indeed a stain that he could never wash away.
But it was not entirely useless.
At least for today, he had used this soul ring to show that he was enduring humiliation and hardship, thus completely binding Flander.
He knew Flander, a man of deep feelings and loyalty, all too well; he was most susceptible to genuine emotions.
He might not listen to reason.
But if someone was loyal to him, he might risk his life for that person.
Such people were the easiest to control.
Yu Xiaogang believed that with his extraordinary wisdom, Flander would only be led by the nose by him for the rest of his life.
Moreover, Flander had considerable talent and would surely become a powerful figure in the future.
This would be a powerful network of connections in Yu Xiaogang's hands, a pawn in his future revenge against the Spirit Hall.
Moreover, if he succeeded in proving himself in the future, he could use this soul ring to embellish what happened today and make it sound tragic enough.
For example, a genius theoretical researcher, in order to save his brother, willingly endured humiliation and was forced by the evil Spirit Hall to absorb a ten-year soul ring.
At that time, they would all sympathize with his plight and admire his loyalty.
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang's mood improved, and his steps became lighter.
Did the Spirit Hall think that this would destroy him?
What wishful thinking!
...
Sunset.
Behind the Papal Palace in Spirit City.
Qian Xunji's residence.
Under the flowering vines in the corner of the courtyard wall, there was a swing.
A small figure sat on the swing; it was Qian Renxue.
She was wearing a pale yellow dress, and her two short legs were dangling in mid-air.
Swinging back and forth, she occasionally let out silvery laughter.
Now two years old, she was exquisitely beautiful, with skin as white and tender as a peeled egg, and a pair of big, bright eyes.
Anyone who saw her would know that this girl was destined to be an unparalleled beauty.
Behind the swing, there was a woman gently pushing it, her movements tender and rhythmic.
The woman was Ling Yuan.
Since having Qian Renxue, Ling Yuan no longer concerned herself with the affairs of the Spirit Hall, focusing all her attention on her daughter.
Having been a mother for two years, the sharp edge of her Titled Douluo aura had faded considerably, replaced by a gentler demeanor.
"Mom, a little higher!"
Qian Renxue called out in a soft, sweet voice, her two little hands gripping the swing ropes tightly, her little head tilted back.
"Okay, then you'd better hold on tight."
Ling Yuan smiled and responded, then gently pushed the swing forward.
As the swing began to sway, Qian Renxue laughed even harder, her laughter echoing in the courtyard.
After playing for a long time, the swing gradually came to a stop.
Ling Yuan bent down and picked up Qian Renxue in one swift motion, her movements gentle and practiced.
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