Chapter 300: Qian Daoliu’s Reprimand, The Responsibility of the Spirit Hall’s Supreme Pontiff
Chapter 300: Qian Daoliu’s Reprimand, The Responsibility of the Spirit Hall’s Supreme Pontiff
In another guest room of the Blue Tyrant Academy.
Yu Xiaogang, lying on the bed, moved his fingers slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as he woke up, he felt his body was incredibly weak.
His bones felt as if they were falling apart, and his throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.
Flender, who was guarding the bedside, immediately showed a look of surprise and joy when he saw Yu Xiaogang wake up.
"Xiaogang! You’re finally awake!"
He quickly brought over a water cup from the side, carefully supported Yu Xiaogang, and fed him a few sips of warm water.
After drinking the water, the burning sensation in Yu Xiaogang’s throat eased significantly.
Recovering his senses, he immediately grabbed Flender’s arm, his voice filled with intense urgency.
"Little San! How is Little San? I need to see Little San!"
His memory was still stuck at the moment when Tai Tan released his pressure.
His biggest concern right now was Tang San’s safety.
Tang San was his Disciple, the sole practitioner of his theories, and the only hope of his life.
Nothing must happen to Tang San!
"Xiaogang, don’t get excited, you need to recover first."
Flender quickly pressed him down.
"Don’t worry, Little San is fine. He’s doing great, nothing happened to him at all."
His soothing words were tinged with bitterness.
Tang San had already transformed into an existence they couldn’t afford to offend; how could anything be wrong with him?
Instead of worrying about him, it was better to worry about themselves.
Yu Xiaogang’s brow furrowed tightly, a hint of confusion appearing on his face.
"He’s fine? What about that Tai Tan? Wasn’t he here to cause trouble? His spirit power is so strong, how could he let Little San go?"
"Tai Tan didn’t come here to cause trouble for Little San at all this time."
Flender sighed, just about to explain the whole sequence of events.
The door to the room was pushed open directly.
Tai Tan’s tall figure walked in from outside.
Tai Tan entered the room and scanned it casually.
He didn’t even spare a glance at Yu Xiaogang lying on the bed, as if he were just a puff of air that didn’t exist at all.
His gaze finally landed on Flender.
His tone was cold, carrying a heavy warning: "Dean Flender, my Young Lord will stay at your Blue Tyrant Academy for the time being."
Tai Tan’s voice was sonorous, carrying an unquestionable pressure.
"Take good care of him for me. If my Young Lord loses even a single hair, I will tear down this Blue Tyrant Academy and turn you and this academy into fly ash together."
A fawning smile immediately appeared on Flender’s face, and he hurriedly bowed and nodded in response.
"SeniorTai Tan, please rest assured. Don’t worry, I will definitely take good care of Little San and will never let anything happen to him!"
Tai Tan nodded with satisfaction.
He then swept a cold glance at Yu Xiaogang on the bed, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain and disgust.
In his eyes, this so-called Grandmaster was just a waste who only knew how to talk about theories on paper.
If not for him, the Young Lord wouldn’t have set aside the world’s number one Tool Spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, to Cultivate some Waste Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass.
He felt that even looking at Yu Xiaogang one more time would soil his eyes.
Tai Tan said nothing, turned around, walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut.
"..."
The room fell into a dead silence.
Yu Xiaogang lay on the bed staring at the closed door, his face turning various shades of blue and white.
His fists clenched tightly, his nails sinking deep into his palms until blood seeped out.
He hadn’t expected to be so ignored and humiliated.
The man didn’t even deign to say a single word to him, Tang San’s teacher.
A thick sense of humiliation and resentment surged wildly from the depths of his heart.
"Flender, what exactly is going on?"
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and looked at Flender, his voice trembling slightly.
"Why did Tai Tan call Tang San ’Young Lord’? What is this all about?"
"Sigh..."
Flender sighed.
Sitting by the bed, he told Yu Xiaogang everything about Tang Hao’s true identity and the past exactly as Tai Tan had described.
After listening, Yu Xiaogang froze on the bed, his face showing an expression of disbelief.
His mind suffered an unprecedented shock.
The Strength Clan was actually a subordinate force of Tang Hao!
Yu Xiaogang’s body began to tremble slightly.
An unprecedented light ignited in his eyes.
This was a good thing!
This meant his DiscipleLittle San also had a background that could support him!
Yu Xiaogang’s fists clenched tightly.
Raging ambition and fighting spirit ignited in his eyes once more.
Looking at the night sky outside the window, a distorted smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Spirit Hall, and that Lin Qingmo who had repeatedly embarrassed him.
Just you wait.
When Tang San grows up, he will make everyone who looked down on him and everyone who opposed him pay a painful price.
...
That night.
Spirit City was silent.
Beside the gilded throne deep within the Supreme Pontiff Palace, the candlelight flickered under the sudden pressure of spirit power.
The palace doors were pushed open soundlessly.
Qian Daoliu was dressed in the plain white robes of a High Priest, with a faint phantom of an angel appearing behind him.
The pressure of a Peak Douluo was like a heavy mountain, instantly locking down the entire hall.
He didn’t bother with any pleasantries, opening his mouth with a question steeped in ice.
"Bibi Dong, as the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, you abandoned your duties and vanished into thin air for several days. Do you know your crime?"
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it vibrated the pillars in the hall, causing a faint, imperceptible hum.
Bibi Dong didn’t even turn her head, merely smoothing the gold thread embroidery on her cuffs with unhurried grace.
Her purple eyes were filled with complete indifference.
Her tone was as light as a breeze passing over candlelight, yet it carried an undisguised mockery.
"The High Priest has lived in the Enshrinement Hall for so long that you’ve even forgotten basic etiquette?"
"The Supreme Pontiff Palace is the place where I handle ecclesiastical affairs. You come uninvited and immediately charge me with a crime; you seem more like the master of Spirit Hall than I, the Supreme Pontiff."
"Presumptuous!"
The angelic spirit power around Qian Daoliu suddenly surged, its pure white light nearly extinguishing all the candles in the hall.
"I am asking you, where have you been these past ten-odd days?"
"Envoys from the two great Empires have requested an audience three times, eight urgent reports of movements from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are piled on your desk, and the affairs of the branch halls across the continent have no one to decide them!"
"You are the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, not some Loose Cultivator wandering outside."
"To disregard the Sect’s reputation and the safety of millions of Spirit Masters—if this isn’t a dereliction of duty, what is?!"
He took a step forward, his pressure intensifying, every word carrying an unquestionable admonishment.
"Now is the critical moment for our plans in Heaven Dou."
"Xue’er is maneuvering step by step within the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace; one slight mistake and all will be lost!"
"As her biological mother and the highest authority of Spirit Hall, you disappeared without reason."
"If something goes wrong and Spirit Hall’s decades of planning are ruined, can you bear that responsibility?!"
"Don’t forget who allowed you to sit in this position of Supreme Pontiff."
"Do not rely on your talent for twin spirits to forget your place and the rules you must follow!"
The candlelight finally stabilized amidst the extreme clash of spirit power.
(End of Chapter)
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