Chapter 135: Tang San: One ’Trash’ After Another, That Really Pierces the Heart, Buddy
Chapter 135: Tang San: One ’Trash’ After Another, That Really Pierces the Heart, Buddy
Bibi Dong’s gaze moved away from the live broadcast Light Screen and fell upon Qian Daoliu.
Her usual anger was gone, replaced only by a cold detachment and a hint of clear impatience.
"The capacity to tolerate others?"
She repeated softly, her lips curling into a faint smile that was as sharp as the tip of a blade.
"High Priest, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes beneath the Supreme Pontiff’s crown shining with a terrifying brightness.
"Lest you forget, the one sitting here now is me, Bibi Dong. I am the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall!"
"Since when is it the place of the Enshrinement Hall to point fingers at the Supreme Pontiff’s business?"
"..."
Qian Daoliu did not respond immediately.
He stared at the woman before him, who was becoming increasingly majestic and inscrutable, his heart churning violently.
Regarding the events of that year, it was his Qian family that was in the wrong, after all.
Furthermore, she was, after all, Xue’er’s mother.
Over the years, even if the Supreme Pontiff Palace had made some moves that crossed the line, he had mostly turned a blind eye and hadn’t truly intervened.
But lately, he felt more and more that something was wrong.
Bibi Dong’s change was too obvious.
The power she hid and those secret arrangements were like an iceberg beneath the sea; only the tip was visible, but it sent a chill through one’s heart.
Especially this pure and terrifying killing intent right now—who was it aimed at? Why had it emerged?
"I have no intention of interfering with you."
Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice heavy.
"I am merely reminding you that you are the Supreme Pontiff; your every move affects the face and stability of Spirit Hall. Having too much killing intent is not a good thing."
"A good thing?"
Bibi Dong laughed low, as if she had heard a joke, but there was no warmth in that laughter.
"High Priest, your definition of ’good’ is a bit too narrow. I know my own path; there is no need for you to worry."
She leaned back into her throne, her posture appearing somewhat lazy, yet her inviolable majesty did not diminish in the slightest.
The killing intent had receded slightly, but the coldness deep in her eyes had not thawed at all.
"If there is nothing else, High Priest, please leave."
This dismissal was extremely blunt.
"..."
Qian Daoliu gave her a deep look.
Those eyes, which had seen too many storms, seemed to want to penetrate her outer shell to see what schemes were hidden within.
In the end, he said nothing more, leaving only the words: "Take care of yourself."
With a slight flash of golden light, he vanished, as if he had never been there.
The Supreme Pontiff Palace fell silent once more, leaving only Bibi Dong.
Her finger tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the throne.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The sound was exceptionally clear in the empty hall.
Her gaze turned back to the live broadcast Light Screen.
In the image, Lin Qingmo had a faint, half-smiling expression.
Opposite him was Yu Xiaogang, whose face was a mix of blue and white.
Beside him, Flender and Zhao Wuji’s expressions were also quite vivid.
"Qian Daoliu..."
Bibi Dong murmured the name, a cold light flashing through her eyes for an instant.
"Truly a meddlesome old fellow. I’m still not strong enough. If I had absolute power, who in this Spirit Hall, in this entire continent, would dare say a single word against my decisions?"
Her gaze shifted to the youth in the Light Screen.
Facing the provocation, he stood firm, appearing calm and unhurried.
The ice in Bibi Dong’s eyes finally thawed just a tiny bit.
"Qingmo, grow stronger quickly. When the time comes, Spirit Hall, the World—everything will be yours!"
She spoke softly, her voice so low only she could hear... The live broadcast from Shrek Academy had not stopped.
Yu Xiaogang was humiliated by Ma Hongjun and Oscar’s undisguised laughter, his face turning bright red.
He tried his best to maintain his facade as a teacher.
Turning toward Flender, he said in a stiff tone, "Flender! Are these the students you’ve raised? They don’t know the slightest bit of rules, they don’t know how to respect their teachers and elders!"
"Uh..."
Flender’s lips twitched.
He gave Ma Hongjun and Oscar an annoyed glare, stopping their ridicule.
But he didn’t know what to say, after all... Lin Qingmo was definitely not in the category of ’trash’.
"Flender, you haven’t answered me. What right does this trash Lin Qingmo have to stay at Shrek? You must give me an explanation today!"
Yu Xiaogang was as relentless as a throwing a tantrum like a petty wife.
"Teacher..."
To the side, Tang San clenched his fists and lowered his head.
Yu Xiaogang’s word-by-word mockery of Lin Qingmo as ’trash’ was actually inflicting the most damage on his Disciple, Tang San.
No one knew Lin Qingmo’s strength better than Tang San.
Yu Xiaogang’s repeated labels of ’trash’ simply didn’t apply to Lin Qingmo at all.
In comparison.
Instead, it was he, the ’Genius’ in Yu Xiaogang’s mouth, who appeared like a clown and a fraud.
Flender reached out to rub his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
He glanced at the composed Lin Qingmo, who seemed as if none of this concerned him,
then looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was terribly unsightly,
and sighed in his heart.
Xiaogang, your theories are good.
But how is your judgment of people and situations still the same, without the slightest bit of flexibility?
He cleared his throat, preparing to smooth things over and mention Lin Qingmo’s "glorious deeds."
Unexpectedly, Lin Qingmo moved first.
He took a step forward, the playful smile on his face fading slightly, but his sharp gaze met Yu Xiaogang’s directly.
"You just asked what right I have to stay here?"
His tone was unusually calm.
"By the fact that I just returned from the Star Dou Great Forest and obtained my fourth spirit ring."
"Oh, right."
He seemed to suddenly remember something.
That smile that made Yu Xiaogang particularly uncomfortable resurfaced.
"The age of that fourth spirit ring is roughly around thirty thousand years. As for spirit power, it rose by five levels after absorbing the fourth spirit ring."
"So now, I am a level forty-five Spirit Ancestor."
He tilted his head slightly, his expression so serious it was almost innocent.
"Is this qualification enough?"
"..."
A gust of wind happened to blow by at that moment, making the leaves rustle loudly.
The color drained completely from Yu Xiaogang’s face in an instant.
His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes staring blankly at Lin Qingmo.
His expression was as if he had just heard the most ridiculous fairy tale in the World.
Thirty thousand years? fourth spirit ring? spirit power jumping five levels? Level forty-five Spirit Ancestor?
Every single term ran contrary to the "Spirit Master Theory" he had spent half his life researching and believed to be ironclad.
Flender watched from the side, shaking his head inwardly.
He had long expected this.
The others crossed their arms and grinned, looking as if they were watching a good show.
In the Chat Group, after a few seconds of silence, messages popped up again.
[Bingbing]: Heh, it’s starting. Lin Qingmo is acting quite calm on the surface, but who knows how happy he is inside. He’s really full of schemes.
[Little Witch]: Hahaha, Qingmo is so cool! Look at that Grandmaster’s face; the colors are changing like a chameleon. I can’t take it, I’ve found my source of joy for tonight.
[Big-Breasted Kitty]: But I feel like he still doesn’t believe it.
[Snow Empress]: That’s because Qingmo hasn’t released his spirit rings yet. When the facts are laid bare before his eyes, that will probably be the moment this person collapses. Is Qingmo trying to break his mind step by step?
[Daddy Douluo]: Tsk tsk, Snow Maiden, you really understand me~
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Hmph, serves him right for looking down on people. Waiting for the face-slapping!
[The Pope Herself]:...Watching the youth’s calm face in the Light Screen and that hypocritical theory master’s expression of disbelief.
Bibi Dong’s fingertip gave the armrest one last gentle tap.
Then, everything returned to total silence.
[Mother Tyrannosaurus]:...The light from the screen reflected in Liu Erlong’s eyes.
Those shadows of the past, those former entanglements and expectations, finally receded completely like a tide.
A piece of her heart felt empty.
But she also felt inexplicably much lighter.
The last ripples in her heart had also completely settled.
Leaving only a faint sigh and an unprecedented clarity.
(End of Chapter)
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