A long-past event caused their thoughts to drift.
However, surfing brings immense joy.
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At this moment, in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang, who had been slapped, clutched his swollen face, blood slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth. The intense pain instantly sobered him.
"You all!"
Looking at the Grand Elder's disdainful gaze and the contemptuous looks from the surrounding clansmen, Yu Xiaogang stood in the courtyard, feeling an unprecedented sense of shame.
He could only stare angrily with dull, lifeless eyes at the Grand Elder who had just slapped him.
"What, do you want another slap?"
At the Grand Elder's words, Yu Xiaogang immediately cowered. Faced with the pointing fingers of others, he fled in a panic.
"Hmph, that good-for-nothing, he should have left long ago."
The Grand Elder snorted coldly, then, guided by the impotent youths, he went to the basement and saw Bibidong tied up. His brows furrowed.
At this moment, Bibidong's emaciated body was covered in scars, one leg was broken, her hair was dishevelled, and her eyes were lifeless, making her look like a madwoman.
She was nothing like the cheerful, youthful girl she had been when she first arrived.
"Find a healing Soul Saint to treat her. How can we send her out looking like this?"
Bibidong was now so unkempt that even dogs would dislike her. She couldn't be sent out like this; Qian Xunfeng might think they were sending a beggar.
"Yes."
After receiving treatment within the clan and changing into cleaner clothes, Bibidong finally looked somewhat human.
Although she wasn't as radiant and beautiful as before, she was presentable, though her leg was still a bit lame, but it was nothing serious.
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Time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, Qian Xunfeng's wedding was approaching.
The Pope marrying was a major event. When the news was first released, various forces secretly stirred, all secretly investigating who Qian Xunfeng was marrying.
They wondered if he was allying with some force, but upon investigation, they found it was just a woman with excellent aptitude, whose Martial Soul was the useless Blue Silver Grass.
As dawn broke, the entire Wuhun City's streets were already adorned with red lanterns, bustling with people, a lively scene.
The Spirit Hall guard patrols constantly roamed Spirit Hall, maintaining order throughout Wuhun City. On this important day, they absolutely would not allow anyone to cause trouble.
At Spirit Hall, several Soul Douluo were at the entrance welcoming early guests.
Almost all prominent forces on the continent had received invitations from Qian Xunfeng.
After all, it was the Pope's grand wedding; even the Three Upper Sects showed great respect.
However, given Qian Xunfeng's personality, regardless of the size of the force, as long as they came, and no matter what gift they sent or how valuable it was, Qian Xunfeng would be very happy.
But if your name didn't appear on the guest list, Qian Xunfeng would be very displeased, as he would consider it a disrespect to him as the Pope.
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The magnificent Pope's Hall was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and a red carpet stretched all the way to the Spirit Hall's main gate.
Red silk covered every piece of furniture in the Pope's Hall.
Tall, beautiful maids in embroidered long dresses, smiling, constantly moved through the crowd, serving fruits.
"Welcome everyone to my son Xunfeng's wedding. I thank you all."
As a ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo, who among those present didn't know Qian Daoliu's prestige?
"Greetings, Angel Your Excellency."
"Mm, guests are welcome. Please make yourselves at home."
After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward and sat on the main seat of Spirit Hall. Then, Jin E (Golden Crocodile), Lion, and the two Ghost Douluo slowly took their seats.
"Please welcome His Holiness the Pope and the Pope's wife."
As the music began, Qian Xunfeng slowly walked out, A Yin by his side, her arm linked with his.
They looked like an immortal couple, envied by all.
With the protagonists of the wedding seated, the ceremony officially began.
The sound of music mingled with the compliments of various families.
For these people, this wedding was not just to congratulate the Pope on his marriage, but also a path to develop relationships for their families.
Until evening.
The Pope's Hall was still bustling with people.
Qian Xunfeng, tired of listening to the compliments, took A Yin to a quiet room.
"After today, we are officially husband and wife, Yin'er."
"Xunfeng."
As the two were enjoying their private moment, an untimely knock on the door came. A Cardinal cautiously said, "Your Holiness, the Grand Elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan requests an audience. He says he has a mysterious grand gift."
"Oh, what grand gift?"
Qian Xunfeng was a little puzzled. He had already stripped the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan clean, and they had only just finished paying off their debts ahead of time this year.
"Let him come in."
Soon, the somewhat reserved Grand Elder appeared before Qian Xunfeng.
"Greetings, Your Holiness."
"No need for compliments. What is this grand gift from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that requires my personal inspection?"
He had heard enough compliments for one day; his ears were already calloused.
"Please see, Your Holiness."
The Grand Elder had someone carry up a box and place it before Qian Xunfeng.
"Please, Your Holiness, dismiss any irrelevant people."
After all, it was a scandalous matter, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan did not want it to spread.
"You all may leave first."
The surrounding Cardinals left. Qian Xunfeng, holding A Yin, said curiously, "Open it."
As the box opened, Qian Xunfeng was stunned.
He thought, 'Holy cow, isn't this Bibidong? Why is she being sent to me now? Have they already had enough?'
Seeing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Grand Elder's grim expression, Qian Xunfeng knew that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had suffered another loss because of Bibidong.
"Grand Elder, what is the meaning of this? Are you deliberately trying to disgust this Hall?"
Suppressing the urge to laugh, Qian Xunfeng put on a stern face, feigning disgust, and questioned him.
"Dare not, dare not."
Upon seeing Qian Xunfeng's Martial Soul, the Grand Elder trembled with fear and quickly explained:
"Bibidong was, after all, a Saintess of Spirit Hall, lured here by the good-for-nothing of our sect. Now, the former Saintess has had a change of heart. Although she is no longer a part of Spirit Hall, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan respects the dignity of Spirit Hall, so we have sent Bibidong back."
"Oh, what do you mean? Is our Spirit Hall a place that would take a white-eyed wolf back?"
Inside the box, Bibidong, whose limbs were bound, heard Qian Xunfeng's words and did not inwardly refute them. Her teacher was right; she truly was a white-eyed wolf who had betrayed her teacher's good intentions.
But she still hoped her teacher could give her a chance, even if it meant being the lowest-ranking maid, she would be willing.
Thinking this, two lines of hot tears streamed down Bibidong's face. The deep-seated bitterness in her heart, upon seeing Qian Xunfeng, could no longer be suppressed, and she burst into tears.
"Grand Elder, you may leave."
Qian Xunfeng waved his hand, signaling the Grand Elder to leave.
As the Grand Elder quickly left this troublesome place, Qian Xunfeng looked at Bibidong in the box, her mouth gagged, making muffled sounds, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Now was not the time for Bibidong to let go of her hatred.
Originally, his plan was to use Yu Xiaogang's hand to continuously ignite the evil in Bibidong's heart, stirring up her hatred for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
This would lead to her obtaining the Rakshasa God Trial, and he would then continuously self-suggest to Bibidong.
Ultimately, after becoming a god, she would obey Qian Xunfeng, and by then, Spirit Hall would have three gods in one family.
However, now that he had also obtained a God Trial, he could consider trying to influence the Rakshasa God Trial when it descends.