In the council hall of the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong, wearing a nine-curved purple-gold crown, stood in the center of the hall, looking almost indifferently at the middle-aged man whose melancholy had been replaced by hatred after she gave the order to intercept and kill Tang San.

How could you do this!

Yu Xiaogang suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Bibi Dong's shoulders with both hands, and used his fingers very hard. If it were someone else, they might have cried out in pain.

But Bibi Dong simply let Yu Xiaogang grip her shoulders tightly, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at her.

"Tang San is my only disciple!"

Bibi Dong coldly curled the corners of her mouth: "So what if she's your disciple? Yu Xiaogang, do you ever get this anxious? Do you remember how you abandoned me back then? It's laughable that you're now getting involved with your cousin again."

"What about the moral principles and ethics you talked about back then? And now? Why aren't you spouting moral principles and ethics anymore? The ridiculous thing is, you're openly dating your cousin now? Ha!"

A sudden burst of intense coldness erupted in Bibi Dong's eyes, almost freezing Yu Xiaogang completely.

"I am able to become Pope thanks to you, but the person I hate most in my life is not my teacher, but you! Yu Xiaogang!"

The last three words, filled with resentment, left Yu Xiaogang stunned.

He recalled his moments with Bibi Dong, and his hardened heart softened again.

He took a step back, sighed, and said, "Bibi Dong, it's fine if you don't want to tell me the method for cultivating twin martial souls; I know the pain in your heart. But you can't take that pain out on an innocent child!"

“An innocent child?” Bibi Dong’s eyelids twitched, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. “He is Tang Hao’s son. You must know that Tang Hao was the culprit who indirectly caused the death of the previous Pope. Moreover, he has twin martial souls, which are not useful to my Spirit Hall. What if keeping him around makes him a major threat to my Spirit Hall in the future?”

Yu Xiaogang looked at Bibi Dong with a pained expression: "That's why I said before. If you're willing to tell me how you did it back then, I can assure you that my disciple will never oppose the Spirit Hall in her life! Dong'er, you weren't like this before!"

"Don't call me that!" Bibi Dong's expression suddenly sharpened.

The strong wind blew Yu Xiaogang back several steps before he could barely regain his balance.

He looked at the enraged Bibi Dong, his expression equally indignant: "You've changed! The kind and beautiful you of the past is no longer the same. Now, you're a terrifying creature corrupted by power!"

Bibi Dong's anger and resentment reached their peak with Yu Xiaogang's words.

Enraged, Bibi Dong laughed mockingly, "The biggest reason I've become like this is all your fault! Yu Xiaogang, instead of getting angry with me here, you'd better hurry back on your horse; maybe you can even help collect your disciple's corpse!"

"you!"

Yu Xiaogang's breathing became heavy, and he said, word by word, "Bibi Dong, listen to me carefully! If anything happens to Tang San, I will destroy the Spirit Hall at all costs!"

"What a boastful tone."

With a creak, the heavy doors of the Papal Palace were pushed open from the outside.

"It seems you don't have a clear enough understanding of yourself, Master."

The sudden bright light dazzled Yu Xiaogang as he turned his head.

Bibi Dong looked at the figure standing against the light, her angry expression froze, and she slightly dug her fingers into the staff.

Wasn't she in seclusion in the back mountains?

"Da, da,"

The sound of unhurried footsteps echoed in the hall.

Upon seeing who it was, Yu Xiaogang's breath hitched.

Her slightly wavy, silver-white hair danced in the wind, and her crystal-clear, beautiful pale purple eyes were filled with malice towards him.

Wearing a beige court dress, which was also a saint's gown, Qian Yuelong stepped into the room.

"It's you!"

Yu Xiaogang's face showed vigilance and disgust.

Bibi Dong looked at the disgust on Yu Xiaogang's face, paused, and then looked expressionlessly at the palace knight who had helped Qian Yuelong open the door. Her tone was cold and hard, with an unnatural air of forcibly suppressing her anger.

"...Didn't I say that no one should disturb us without my orders?"

The paladin, stared at by Bibi Dong with a death stare, lowered his head even further and said hesitantly, "Your Holiness, the Holy Maiden says there's an urgent report..."

A saintess!?

Yu Xiaogang's face was filled with disbelief: "You're actually the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall?!"

When did the Spirit Hall actually appoint a Holy Maiden?!

The paladin, realizing he might have mispronounced the name, looked up in bewilderment. Just as he was about to say something to make amends, Qian Yuelong waved her hand dismissively and said, "It's alright, I know, I know."

She gestured for the paladin to close the door.

The paladin cautiously glanced at Bibi Dong, who showed no reaction, then reached out and considerately closed the door for them before shutting down his hearing and continuing his guard duty.

"Yu Xiaogang, aren't you a self-proclaimed master of unparalleled theory? Then why don't you dare to boldly use theory to analyze and summarize, and tell your good disciple Tang San how to cultivate?"

"What? You also know that your theories are ultimately just theoretical and even wrong in many ways, so you're afraid that if you rashly tell your good disciple Tang San, it might cost your disciple his life?"

Qian Yuelong's words are all pearls of wisdom.

Yu Xiaogang, whose thoughts had been exposed, froze on the spot.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who couldn't even offer an explanation, Qian Yuelong sincerely asked, "So how dare you come to the Spirit Hall to ask His Holiness the Pope for the method of cultivating twin spirits? Why don't you go to your powerful family and your dear cousin to help you solve this problem? Why do you have to come to the person you have wronged so badly?"

"Just because of past ties, you think you can bully my Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong, who was about to say something, paused, and then said something else instead:

"...What urgent matter do you have to report?"

Qian Yuelong snorted softly, lowering her raised spikes slightly, and looked at Bibi Dong indifferently: "The interception mission failed. I gave the order to terminate the mission, so you should punish me."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted in disbelief.

She was the one who issued the order to abort the mission?!

But she wanted to kill them back in Sunset Forest, and now she's...helping them?!

Because this operation resulted in many casualties, Qian Yuelong, upon returning and hearing Yu Xiaogang's shameless theory, noticed Yu Xiaogang's expression, which practically betrayed his inner thoughts. She became even more displeased and scoffed, "Heh!"

"That expression of yours...it's disgusting. Do you really think I'm helping you?"

If it weren't for the fact that Tang San can't be killed yet...

Well, although I can't kill Tang San, killing one... tsk, I'll just have to kick him out.

Qian Yuelong, who had caught a glimpse of Bibi Dong's changing expression out of the corner of her eye, let out a soft snort. Her voice, imbued with soul power, reverberated, reaching directly into the minds of the two temple knights outside the hall who had sealed their hearing:

"Guards, drag him out!"

"By the way, pass on the word: I never want to see this man named Yu Xiaogang in Martial Soul Holy City again. Every time I see him, I'll beat him to a pulp."

The second sentence was transmitted secretly by Qian Yuelong behind Bibi Dong's back.