Chapter 11 Yu Xiaogang's Ecstatic Joy
"I didn't say that! Don't jump to conclusions.
Besides, if it weren't for your rebellious behavior, marrying such a good-for-nothing, none of this would have happened.
I'm just an idiot!"
Chen Yao didn't react to Bibi Dong's scolding and insults, simply shrugging indifferently.
To be honest, he really wished he hadn't met Bibi Dong that night.
After all, although his strength was relatively weak, he still lived a carefree and happy life.
But meeting Bibi Dong made him live in constant fear.
For a selfish person like him, no matter how beautiful Bibi Dong was, it wasn't worth his life!
Seeing the genuine disdain on Chen Yao's face, Bibi Dong felt a sudden surge of anger.
Just a few days ago, he was working tirelessly day and night, his crazed expression almost as if he wanted to devour her whole.
And now he's showing disdain?
But then, as if remembering something, Bibi Dong calmed down and sneered at Chen Yao.
"Put it on Yu Xiaogang? Wouldn't saying that be tantamount to asking the teacher to kill Yu Xiaogang again?
In that case, why don't I just tell the teacher you, the culprit?
That way, you scum will be buried with Xiaogang!"
Hearing this, Chen Yao's expression remained unchanged, still indifferent.
"Suit yourself, but don't forget, Yu Xiaogang has the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan behind him.
Even if your teacher wanted to kill him, he would be hesitant.
I'm just a lowly Soul Master with nothing, I have no chance of resisting. And before I die, I will definitely drag Yu Xiaogang down with me.
So, between the possibility of Yu Xiaogang dying and the certainty of his death, it's your choice."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes widened, filled with anger, and she spoke through gritted teeth.
"You're truly despicable!"
"Thank you for the compliment. Alright, Your Holiness, stop dawdling and hurry up and get dressed.
We should go back. We've been out for so many days; His Holiness the Pope must be getting impatient."
Chen Yao calmly accepted Bibi Dong's assessment of him, then chuckled and urged her on.
...
Yu Xiaogang felt a splitting headache, as if countless sharp blades were constantly stabbing into his brain, causing him unbearable pain.
At the same time, a stench permeated the air, constantly stimulating his nerves. Gradually,
he regained consciousness, breaking free from the chaotic darkness, and struggled to open his eyes, only to find himself lying in a garbage dump.
The stench he had vaguely smelled earlier was emanating from the surroundings, and the swill from the garbage had seeped out, soaking him completely.
"Yue!"
Although he lived a simple life, he was extremely clean, and his current condition made him feel nauseous, causing him to dry heave.
However, having not eaten for nearly two days, Yu Xiaogang could only vomit up a pool of stomach acid.
"Bastard? Who is it?! Don't let me catch you!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in a rage. He roared madly amidst the garbage heap, like a madman who had lost his mind.
He had recalled the events before he lost consciousness.
He had been outside the room where he had arranged to meet Bibi Dong, and the indescribable sounds coming from inside had tormented him. That
night, he frantically pounded on the door, calling out Bibi Dong's name, but the two inside seemed not to hear him at all.
In the end, Yu Xiaogang could only leave the hotel with a broken heart, dejected and lost, and drown his sorrows in a nearby cheap bar!
And he stayed there for several days.
Before he lost consciousness, he was still frantically chugging alcohol, while the image of Bibi Dong lying on someone's lap with a seductive expression kept flashing through his mind, causing him immense pain.
However, in his half-drunk, half-awake state, a tall, dark figure appeared at the entrance of the bar and walked straight towards him.
He sat down beside him and struck up a conversation.
In his drunken stupor, Yu Xiaogang poured out his disappointment with his martial soul, his lover's betrayal, and all the unhappiness and resentment buried deep within his heart to the man in black.
The man in black listened quietly, finally saying something that left Yu Xiaogang completely bewildered:
"If you were given a new martial soul, would you be willing?"
Although drunk, Yu Xiaogang still retained basic reason. He scoffed at the man in black's words, but still jokingly said, "Yes!"
Then, Yu Xiaogang lost consciousness and fell into boundless darkness.
When he awoke, he found himself in a stinking garbage dump.
Bibi Dong's betrayal, coupled with his inexplicable ordeal, pushed Yu Xiaogang to the brink of collapse.
In his madness, he inadvertently activated his soul power, causing a violent storm to surge around him.
Yu Xiaogang's body underwent significant changes. Even in his extreme anger, he noticed the abnormality within himself, quickly stopping his pointless venting and examining his body.
"I... I'm level 20?"
Yu Xiaogang looked down at the faint soul power covering his hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He was 26 years old and had been at level 19 for almost three years. In those three years, he had tried everything, even having Bibi Dong bring him many precious medicinal herbs, but all to little avail.
And now, after a moment of unconsciousness, he had inexplicably broken through to level 20?
"Could it be that man in black? Why would he help me?"
Yu Xiaogang was filled with doubt.
Suddenly, he felt a chilling sensation on the back of his left hand.
He quickly turned his hand over.
He saw that the back of his hand was covered with extremely strange patterns.
The patterns were jet black, densely packed, forming a twisted and eerie design.
Yu Xiaogang was stunned, a suspicion forming in his mind, yet he dared not believe it, for such a thing was unheard of.
As a scholar, or rather, a plagiarist,
with Bibi Dong's help, he practically emptied the Spirit Hall's entire collection of books on spirits.
His aim was to improve his own spirit and escape the notion that he was useless.
Having read so many books, how could Yu Xiaogang not recognize the mark on the back of his left hand—a mark from when a spirit master's spirit was withdrawn?
This mark wasn't his own spirit, Luo Sanpao, but something that appeared out of nowhere, just like his level 20 spirit power.
But at this moment, Yu Xiaogang had no time to investigate where this spirit and spirit power came from; he desperately wanted to confirm his suspicions!
Yu Xiaogang held his breath, extended his right hand, and tremblingly touched the back of his left hand, subconsciously activating his spirit power.
Sure enough, after another wave of icy cold, Yu Xiaogang felt as if something within him was about to burst forth!
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