Chapter 134: The Confrontation Between Spirit Hall High Priest Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong
Chapter 134: The Confrontation Between Spirit Hall High Priest Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong
As the person involved, Lin Qingmo had no anger on his face, but instead showed an extremely playful expression.
He looked Yu Xiaogang up and down.
That look was like observing a new animal with peculiar behavior in a zoo.
In his heart, he was already overjoyed: face-slapping material delivered to his doorstep; he’d be doing this powerful performance a disservice if he didn’t take it.
Because he was live streaming.
Almost immediately, the Chat Group interface was taken over by the live broadcast screen.
High-definition and lossless, it even came with a bit of surround sound effect.
Yu Xiaogang’s phrase ’taking in even this kind of trash’ lingered in the air, clearly heard by all members of the Chat Group.
[Bing Bing]: Pfft!
Bing Di was the first to lose it, letting out a simple onomatopoeia with an undisguised sneer.
[Bing Bing]: Who is this human? Has his brain been frozen stiff by the cold winds of the Far North?
[Bing Bing]: Although Lin Qingmo’s current cultivation is no different from a newly hatched chick, where does this person get the right to call him trash?
Bing Di’s tone was filled with the arrogance and mockery belonging to a Vicious Beast.
[Bing Bing]: By his standards, wouldn’t ninety-nine percent of the humans on this continent not even count as the dregs of trash?
[Grass Mother]: A-Qing is not trash.
Ah Yin’s words were always simple, but at this moment they carried a hint of firmness and even some Life Qi.
[Grass Mother]: This person is not good; he has a Dao of seeking death.
She used the terms she had learned from Lin Qingmo.
Although it felt a bit bad, she thought it was very appropriate to use here.
[Little Witch]: This wretched middle-aged man is from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a trash Spirit Master who’s still level 29 in his dozens. I really don’t understand where he gets the courage to comment on A-Qing, a 12-year-old Spirit Ancestor. Shameless.
Ning Rongrong complained in her heart: If A-Qing is trash, then what are we? Trash dregs?
She was scolding happily in the group.
In reality, her face was a bit red.
Half was from being Qi-ed, and half was because her own image also appeared in the group, making her a bit embarrassed.
[Big-Breasted Kitty]: This person has poor judgment; I don’t believe he is qualified to be a teacher.
Zhu Zhuqing gave a brief evaluation.
But this evaluation showed her doubt and negation of Yu Xiaogang.
[Snow Empress]: Why suddenly start a live broadcast?
While looking at Yu Xiaogang with great interest, Lin Qingmo replied instantly in the group.
[Daddy Douluo]: Nothing special, just suddenly wanted to share some ’human reality’ with everyone, to see how a true Grandmaster of Theory teaches on the spot.
[Daddy Douluo]: A free clown performance; it’d be a waste not to watch.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Humph! What Grandmaster? He’s just self-righteous garbage. I hate him!
Xiao Wu responded huffily.
The other party actually dared to say bad things about A-Qing.
If A-Qing hadn’t been right in front of her, she might have already rushed up to give Yu Xiaogang a few kicks.
However, two people in the group were currently in an unusual silence.
[Mother Tyrannosaurus]:... [The Pope Herself]:... Blue Tyrant Academy.
In Erlong’s room.
The teacup in her hand stopped mid-air, and a few drops of scalding tea splashed onto the back of her hand, but she was completely unaware.
The live Light Screen floated in front of her.
Yu Xiaogang’s familiar yet strange face, and the words coming out of his mouth, were crystal clear.
She saw him again.
Erlong thought her heart would race and her blood would surge.
That kind of unforgettable, even pathologically obsessive feeling from many years would revive.
But none of it happened.
It was very strange.
Her heart was calm, even a bit... numb.
Especially when she saw Yu Xiaogang pointing at the youth she had personally watched struggle to rise and create so many miracles, calling him ’trash’ in that high-and-mighty, disdainful tone.
Erlong was a proud person.
Her pride was hidden beneath her fiery temper, more deep-rooted than anyone’s.
Once, her love-blind self could go crazy for Yu Xiaogang, wait for him, and fall out with her Family for him.
But that was based on the premise that ’he is special, he is an unrecognized talent, and he is worth it.’
But now, what did she see with her own eyes?
A man immersed in outdated theories and stuck in his ways, making grand pronouncements to a youth who had fiercely thrown a punch at fate from a weak starting point and actually smashed open a path.
A-Qing is trash?
Then what was the Blue Tyrant Academy that she, Erlong, had supported for so many years? A joke?
A strong sense of disappointment, even a ridiculous sense of doubt, surged up.
Colder than anger.
Hollower than sadness.
She put down the teacup, her fingers unconsciously stroking the rough pattern on the cup’s wall, her lips pulling into an extremely bitter arc.
"Xiaogang, oh Xiaogang..."
She whispered to herself, her voice only audible to herself.
"Could it be that after all these years, I have never truly seen you clearly..."
"What I liked, what I waited for, might just have been a shadow I hallucinated myself..."
The filter shattered.
Not with a loud bang.
But peeling away silently, revealing the reality behind it that might have already been rusted and mottled... At the same time.
Deep within the Supreme Pontiff Palace in Spirit City.
Bibi Dong sat on the high Supreme Pontiff throne, her magnificent Supreme Pontiff robes trailing on the ground.
In front of her, the live Light Screen that only she could see was also unfolded.
There was no expression on her exquisite face; her deep purple eyes were like a ten-thousand-year-old cold pond, reflecting Yu Xiaogang’s pointing figure.
There was no surge of complex emotions in her eyes.
Only a biting, pure killing intent.
That killing intent was bone-chilling, making the already low temperature in the Supreme Pontiff Palace seem to drop a few more degrees.
"Trash..."
Her red lips parted slightly, spitting out two words.
"You actually dare to say A-Qing is trash!"
What White Moonlight?
What regret for something unattainable?
It was just a shackle she had put on herself in her youthful ignorance, a layer of golden powder of fantasy painted on someone who wasn’t worth it at all.
Now, this golden powder was peeled off by his own hands, revealing the unsightly Clay Figure inside.
And a Clay Figure actually dared to defile the person she had chosen, the Disciple she recognized, deeply loved, and was obsessed with.
"Yu Xiaogang..."
Bibi Dong’s cold voice repeated the name, every syllable soaked in chill.
"You will die, and you will die very miserably."
She no longer concealed her killing intent.
That killing intent was like a sleeping Vicious Beast awakening, erupting with her as the center, carrying a crushing madness and coldness.
Not for old feelings.
Not for resentment.
Simply because—he offended an existence he shouldn’t have offended.
"Bibi Dong!"
A low, majestic shout suddenly rang out in the empty Supreme Pontiff Palace.
The next second.
With a faint golden flash, a figure appeared as if out of thin air, standing below the steps of the Supreme Pontiff throne.
The newcomer wore a simple grey robe, with white hair and beard, a majestic and calm face, and an aura as deep as an abyss or a mountain, unfathomable.
It was the Spirit HallHigh Priest, level ninety-nine super Douluo, Qian Daoliu!
He frowned slightly, looking at Bibi Dong on the throne, who was making no secret of her killing intent.
He said in a deep voice: "Bibi Dong, restrain your killing intent!"
"You are the Spirit HallSupreme Pontiff, ruling over Spirit Masters; you should have the tolerance to accept others and not let your emotions show on your face."
"Such undisguised, mad killing intent, what a disgrace!"
(End of Chapter)
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