Teacher, I hate you!
Outside the The Pope’s Palace, Bibi Dong lay collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, her immaculate Holy Maiden attire now mottled and stained beyond recognition with dust and blood.
Desperation crossed her face as she could never have imagined that the teacher who usually doted on her in every possible way could be so ruthless!
Not only did he cripple her cultivation and shatter her Twin Martial Souls, but he even ruined her appearance…
“Tsk tsk tsk!
It is truly unbelievable.”
“The noble Holy Maiden, Your Highness, whom we wouldn’t even dare to glance at on ordinary days, has actually fallen into such a state today?!”
“Mind your words!
Have you lost your mind?
This is not something we should be discussing!
The anger of the Pope is not something we can bear!”
“Shh!
Keep your voice down, it seems she heard…”
On both sides of the The Pope’s Palace gates, the guards discussed in lowered voices, falling clearly into the ears of Bibi Dong not far away.
What kind of irony was this?!
Just the moment before, she was still the universally admired, high-and-mighty Holy Maiden, Your Highness, and these people didn’t even dare to breathe heavily when they saw her.
And now…
“I was only…
pursuing love that belongs to myself, what on earth did I do wrong?”
“Teacher, why are you so ruthless?
I hate you!” Bibi Dong screamed frantically in her heart, tears flowing down mixed with the blood on her face.
Every bone in her body felt as if it were falling apart, and the tearing pain continuously pulled at her nerves.
But she still gritted her teeth, used all her strength, and slowly stood up from the ground.
She no longer had Soul Power, no Martial Soul, and no cultivation; she was currently inferior even to an ordinary person.
Dragging her body, she moved step by step down the mountain.
With every step she took, a shocking trail of blood would be left on the ground.
Although the teacher no longer wanted her, and although she had already been expelled from the Spirit Hall, there was still a ray of light in her heart.
She still had Xiaogang!
As she was now, she only had Xiaogang left!
For Yu Xiaogang, she had lost her status as the Holy Maiden, lost all her cultivation, lost her Twin Martial Souls, and lost everything.
But she firmly believed that Xiaogang deeply loved her!
That man who once made solemn vows to her under the moonlight, that man who possessed World-shaking wisdom yet was misunderstood by worldly society, would certainly not care about her appearance, let alone her cultivation.
As long as she could be together with Xiaogang, even if they were just an ordinary couple hiding their names and living out the rest of their lives, she would be completely willing.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei were hidden in the dark, silently watching Bibi Dong’s walking-corpse-like back.
Watching this Holy Maiden whom they had watched grow up in the past ultimately end up in such a plight, the two of them felt a mix of complicated emotions in their hearts.
“Old Gui, what on earth do you think is inside the brain of the Holy Maiden…
no, the traitor Bibi Dong?!”
Yue Guan said in confusion: “As the dignified future successor of the Spirit Hall, and the owner of Twin Martial Souls with a boundless future.”
“How could she go as far as betraying the Spirit Hall and giving up everything for a good-for-nothing who couldn’t even break through rank 30 Soul Power?”
Gui Mei said with a hoarse voice: “How would I know this?”
He was also very puzzled by this matter; it was simply unimaginable what Bibi Dong was actually thinking…
“The task given to us by the Pope is simply to secretly observe this traitor’s movements, and then truthfully report her every move.”
“As for other matters, it has nothing to do with the two of us, and it’s not our turn to worry!
Hopefully, her sacrifice can get some reward, otherwise…
that would really be miserable.”
Yue Guan sighed upon hearing this, nodded slightly, and said: “There is no use saying more, let’s follow her, lest she die halfway and we have no way to report to the Pope.”
Two afterimages flashed past, silently following behind Bibi Dong.
Weak to the extreme and reduced to a good-for-nothing, how could she possibly notice that two Titled Douluos were following behind her?
She thus left the sacred mountain of Spirit City, swaying unsteadily.
Along the way, she kept her head down, using her ragged sleeves to cover her face covered in charred scars, and passed through the most bustling and lively downtown area in Spirit City.
Enduring the strange gazes of countless passersby, she finally arrived in front of a secluded courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
This was a lodging place she had previously specially prepared for Yu Xiaogang using her Holy Maiden status, and also a place where they frequently rendezvoused.
As for this place, she could be said to be completely familiar with it.
Looking at the tightly closed gates, a glimmer of hope finally surfaced in Bibi Dong’s eyes.
She tremblingly raised her hand and anxiously knocked on the door.
Not long after, the door slowly opened, and a young man with ordinary features, or even one who could be said to be thoroughly unremarkable, walked out from inside.
The young man was wearing a gray robe, and held a yellowed Martial Soul theory book in his hands, exuding a sense of arrogance all over.
This person was precisely Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
He was originally immersed in his own theoretical World, and being suddenly disturbed, he was naturally somewhat displeased in his heart.
When he saw the grotesque monster standing outside the door, covered in dirt and even emitting a faint scent of blood and burnt odor, a flash of disgust and disdain immediately crossed the depths of his eyes.
Where did this stinky beggar run over from?
This was the hinterland of the Spirit Hall, Spirit City!
When did the security inside the city become so poor?
Even this kind of lowly beggar could run to his front door?
It seemed that when they next rendezvoused, he would have to properly report this to Bibi Dong!
Yu Xiaogang coldly spoke: “Old person, this place of mine is a place for quiet cultivation, and we do not welcome beggars.
Please leave, otherwise I suggest calling the people from the Security Team!”
“Xiaogang…” Hearing this voice that could not be more familiar, Bibi Dong’s heart trembled violently.
On her severely disfigured, hideous, and ugly face, she barely squeezed out an ugly smile, “Xiaogang…
it’s me Dong’er!”
“Dong’er?”
Hearing these two words, Yu Xiaogang abruptly took a big step backward.
Then looking at the beggar before him, as if hearing a gigantic joke, he spoke: “What kind of joke is this?
How could you, this pitch-black and sickening grotesque monster, possibly be Dong’er?”
“My Dong’er is clearly as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal with peerless elegance!
She is the noble Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and you actually dare to impersonate her?
You are simply courting death!”
Bibi Dong became anxious and hurriedly stepped forward, extending her right hand to reveal her fair wrist, “Xiaogang, take a careful look at this!”
“This is the red bracelet you personally bought for me when we were touring Yelin City back then, have you forgotten?”
Seeing the bracelet, Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
Afterward, with hot tears in her eyes, Bibi Dong told the other person everything that had happened inside the The Pope’s Palace.
She tearfully accused the teacher of ruthlessness, recounting how, for the sake of their love, she had her cultivation crippled, her Martial Soul shattered, and how her appearance was ruined.
In Bibi Dong’s fantasy, after listening to all this, Yu Xiaogang would definitely hold her tightly in his arms with heartache.
And then tell her that he didn’t care about these things at all, before taking her away to fly far off and live an ordinary life.