Chapter 134: The Confrontation Between Spirit Hall's Grand Worship Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong
As the person involved, Lin Qingmo showed no anger on his face. Instead, an amused expression appeared.
He slowly looked Yu Xiaogang up and down.
That gaze was like that of someone observing a newly arrived animal in the zoo exhibiting particularly unusual behavior.
Meanwhile, he was already laughing internally: perfect slap in the face material delivered right to my doorstep. It would be disrespectful not to accept such a strong performance.
Because he was livestreaming.
Almost instantly, the chat group interface was filled with the live broadcast screen.
High-definition, lossless quality, even with a slight surround-sound effect.
Yu Xiaogang's words—"Even this kind of trash was admitted"—echoed clearly, and every member of the chat group heard it perfectly.
[Bingbing]: Pfft!
The Ice Empress was the first to lose control, letting out a simple sound of laughter filled with undisguised ridicule.
[Bingbing]: Who is this human? Did the cold wind of the Extreme North freeze his brain?
[Bingbing]: Although Lin Qingmo's current cultivation is nothing compared to mine, no different from a newly hatched chick… where does this guy get the qualification to call him trash?
The Ice Empress's tone was full of the arrogance and contempt unique to a fierce beast.
[Bingbing]: By his standards, wouldn't ninety-nine percent of humans on this continent not even qualify as scraps of trash?
[Green Grass Mom]: Ah Qing is not trash.
Ah Yin's words were always simple, but this time they carried clear determination, even a hint of anger.
[Green Grass Mom]: This person is bad. He has a way to death.
She used a phrase she had learned from Lin Qingmo.
Although it sounded a little harsh, she felt it was quite appropriate here.
[Little Witch]: This creepy uncle is from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. A useless soul master stuck at Rank 29 even after several decades. I really don't understand where he got the courage to criticize Ah Qing, a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor. Shameless.
Inside her heart, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but complain: If Ah Qing counts as trash, then what are we? Trash residue?
She was scolding fiercely in the chat group.
But in reality, her face was slightly red—half from anger, half because her own image was also appearing in the chat group broadcast, which made her a little embarrassed.
[Big-Chested Kitty]: This person's judgment ability is extremely poor. I don't believe he is qualified to be a teacher.
Zhu Zhuqing gave a brief comment.
But the meaning behind it was very clear, showing her doubt and rejection toward Yu Xiaogang.
[Ice and Snow Maiden]: Why was the livestream suddenly activated?
While watching Yu Xiaogang with interest, Lin Qingmo instantly replied in the chat group.
[Dad Douluo]: Nothing special. Just suddenly felt like sharing some "real-life scenes" with everyone, so you can see how a true theoretical master teaches on the spot.
[Dad Douluo]: A free clown performance. No reason not to watch.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Hmph! What, master? Just a self-righteous piece of trash. I hate him!
Xiao Wu replied angrily.
That guy actually dared to say bad things about Ah Qing.
If Ah Qing hadn't been standing right in front of her, she might have already rushed over and kicked Yu Xiaogang a few times.
However, two people in the chat group had fallen into unusual silence.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: …
[The Pope Herself]: …
Blue Tyrant Academy
Inside Liu Erlong's room.
The teacup in her hand froze midair. A few drops of hot tea splashed onto the back of her hand, but she didn't notice.
The livestream screen floated before her.
Yu Xiaogang's face, both familiar and strangely unfamiliar, appeared clearly as his words echoed.
She had seen him again.
Liu Erlong had expected her heart to race and her blood to surge.
She thought the emotions she had carried for years, the obsessive feelings engraved deep in her heart, would revive again.
But none of that happened.
Strangely enough.
Her heart was calm.
Almost numb.
Especially when she saw Yu Xiaogang pointing arrogantly at the young man she had personally watched struggle step by step to rise, a boy who had created countless miracles, and calling him "trash."
Liu Erlong was a proud woman.
Her pride hid beneath her fiery temper, deeper than most people could imagine.
The old her, once blinded by love, could go mad for Yu Xiaogang, wait for him for years, and even turn against her own family for him.
But that was because she believed he was special, a genius misunderstood by the world, someone worth it.
But what had she seen now?
A man trapped in outdated theories, stubbornly refusing to progress, arrogantly criticizing a young man who had started from weakness, challenged fate head-on, and truly smashed open his own path.
"Ah Qing is trash?"
Then what was the Blue Tyrant Academy she had supported for so many years?
A joke?
A powerful wave of disappointment surged within her.
It was colder than anger.
More hollow than sorrow.
She slowly set down the teacup. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the rough pattern along the cup's edge as a bitter smile formed on her lips.
"Xiaogang… Xiaogang…"
She murmured softly, a voice only she could hear.
"Perhaps… all these years… I never truly understood you."
"Maybe the person I loved… the one I waited for… was only a shadow created by my own imagination."
The filter shattered.
Not with a loud explosion.
But quietly peeling away, revealing the rusted reality beneath.
Meanwhile, deep within the Pope's Palace in Spirit City.
Bibi Dong sat upon the towering Pope's throne, her magnificent papal robes trailing across the floor.
Before her, the same livestream screen floated, visible only to her.
Her beautiful face showed no expression. Her deep violet eyes, like an ancient frozen lake, reflected Yu Xiaogang's pointing figure.
No complicated emotions stirred within them.
Only pure, icy killing intent.
The killing intent was bone-chilling, making the already cold temperature of the Pope's Palace seem to drop even further.
"Trash…"
Her crimson lips parted slightly as she spoke the two words.
"You dare call Ah Qing trash."
What white moonlight?
What unfulfilled love?
They were nothing more than shackles she had placed upon herself in her ignorant youth, illusions she had painted with golden dust for someone who never deserved it.
Now that golden dust had been stripped away by his own hands, revealing the ugly clay beneath.
And that clay figure dared to insult the disciple she had personally chosen, acknowledged, and deeply cherished.
"Yu Xiaogang…"
Bibi Dong slowly repeated the name, every syllable soaked in freezing cold intent.
"You will die, and you will die miserably."
She no longer hid her killing intent.
That killing intent erupted from her like a waking ferocious beast, overwhelming everything with violent cold power.
Not because of old love.
Not because of hatred.
Simply because—
He had offended someone he should never have offended.
"Bibi Dong!"
A deep, authoritative voice suddenly echoed through the vast Pope's Palace.
The next moment—
A flash of golden light appeared.
A figure seemed to materialize from thin air, standing at the foot of the throne's steps.
The man wore a simple gray robe. His hair and beard were white, and his expression was solemn and dignified. His aura was as deep as an ocean and as immovable as a mountain.
He was the Grand Worship of Spirit Hall, the Rank 99 Ultimate Douluo, Qian Daoliu.
He frowned slightly as he looked at Bibi Dong sitting on the throne, her killing intent completely undisguised.
His voice was low and firm.
"Bibi Dong, restrain your killing intent."
"You are the Pope of Spirit Hall, ruler of soul masters. You should have the tolerance to accept others and not let your emotions show on your face."
"Such undisguised madness and killing intent… what kind of conduct is this?"
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End of Chapter