Chapter 58: I, Bibi Dong, Am Leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Yu Xiaogang was a little embarrassed by Bibi Dong's praise. He said, "Dong'er, I've pretty much read all the theoretical books in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. There's nothing more here that I can study or dig deeper into. I think it's time for me to leave. I plan to venture out into the world of soul masters to see if I can make any breakthroughs in my theories."
"Xiaogang, don't go. If you leave, how will I see you again? Your cultivation is still so low—what if you encounter danger out there in the soul master world?" Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes glistened with tears, and she felt as if something most precious was about to be lost.
Yu Xiaogang sighed, "I'm sorry, Dong'er. For the sake of making breakthroughs in my theories, even if the road ahead is full of thorns and dangers, I still have to go forward!"
"Then, Xiaogang, if you go, I'll go with you!"
"That won't do, Dong'er. You're the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. How can you run off with me and mess around outside?"
Bibi Dong shouted, her eyes brimming with tears, "Xiaogang, don't you get it yet? I've already fallen deeply in love with you. I can't live without you! A place without you—no matter how wealthy or noble—can't compare to you at all!"
"But Dong'er, Sect Master Ning and Sword Douluo will never agree with your decision!"
"I'll go talk to them. Uncle Jian loves me the most. Brother Fengzhi has never scolded me no matter what I've done." Bibi Dong stood up. "Xiaogang, don't worry. Tomorrow morning, wait for me outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I'll come find you, and then we'll travel the continent together."
"Alright."
A spark of hope ignited in Yu Xiaogang's heart. If he could really be with Bibi Dong and become a renowned master of soul theory across the continent, while Bibi Dong became a top-tier powerhouse—then in the future, his status could rival that of his father, Yu Yuanzhen, and he could stand equal with Ning Fengzhi.
Seven Treasure Hall.
For some reason, when Bibi Dong stepped inside, she felt the atmosphere was a bit heavy. Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were inside, seemingly waiting for her.
"Brother FengzhiUncle Jian, I have something to tell you."
Ning Fengzhi spoke first. "Is it about Yu Xiaogang?"
Bibi Dong blushed slightly. "Yes, Brother Fengzhi. I've fallen for Xiaogang. I love him. He wants to travel the continent, and I want to go with him."
"Dong'er, Yu Xiaogang is a useless waste. What about him do you even like?" Sword Douluo asked, his tone full of disbelief, sorrow, and rejection.
For the past three months, Ning Fengzhi had arranged for people to secretly watch Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong for the sake of his grand plan. When he learned about the so-called nine core theories of martial souls Yu Xiaogang had developed, he nearly laughed himself to death—his plan was finally ready to be executed.
But later, his subordinates reported Bibi Dong saying: "I can't live without you. A place without you—no matter how comfortable or noble—isn't even worthy of comparison to you!"
Ning Fengzhi almost lost his composure. Sword Douluo did lose it.
Though Bibi Dong was originally purchased, over the years they had treated her as a true family member, doting on her without reservation. They would sacrifice themselves without hesitation to protect her. And now, all that affection and care from the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect meant less to her than Yu Xiaogang, someone she had only known for a year?
If you feed a dog for three days, it'll remember you for life. A wolf, when it turns back, either seeks revenge or returns a favor. But what did Bibi Dong's words mean?
A sect is like a forest, and every member is like a tree within it. The old trees extend their branches to shelter the saplings. When the young trees grow into towering giants, the old trees fall and become nutrients in the soil, nurturing new life. People die, but heaven and earth won't remember us—only the new trees bear witness to our existence. Through this cycle, the forest of the sect expands and thrives.
Extreme weather exists in the world. To protect the forest from destruction, sturdy and tall trees must shield the smaller ones.
What is this "extreme weather"? It's the powerful factions, families, and sects—empires even—that covet the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's wealth. And the tall trees that shield against such storms? They are the protectors: Sword and Bone Douluo.
Sword and Bone Douluo cherished Bibi Dong so much because she was a sapling nurtured by this forest—someone they hoped would one day take their place as its guardian. They were family.
But if Bibi Dong, who had grown by absorbing nutrients from this forest, chose to leave—then she was no longer part of the forest, but a parasitic entity that must be eliminated.
Bibi Dong grew angry. "Uncle Bone, you've gone too far. You're not allowed to talk about Xiaogang like that! Do you even know him? Have you ever spent time with him? Do you understand his wisdom?"
Ning Fengzhi said flatly, "His wisdom? You mean those nine theories he came up with?"
Bibi Dong's eyes widened with fury. "Brother Fengzhi, you're too much! How could you arrange for someone to spy on me?!"
"Dong'er, calm down. Fengzhi had his reasons. We would never harm you." Sword Douluo sighed deeply. This was the most emotional he had been since his father died—it showed just how heartbroken he was.
"I've grown up," Bibi Dong pouted.
Ning Fengzhi said, "Dong'er, do you truly believe Yu Xiaogang's theories are flawless?"
"Are they not?"
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath. "Very well. Today I will show you what a real theory is, and how ridiculous Yu Xiaogang's ideas truly are."
Bibi Dong immediately protested, "Impossible! Xiaogang's theories are perfect!"
"First: Martial Soul origin. He claims that every person can only inherit the stronger martial soul from their parents, and in special cases, both."
"This is imprecise. The more accurate explanation is: Martial soul inheritance involves both parents, and the soul has a will of its own. It emerges through the bloodline. A powerful martial soul would never allow a weak one to coexist with it. It devours the weaker soul. Only when both are evenly matched will a dual martial soul be born."
"Second: Martial souls can mutate. There is a certain probability of mutation, which usually results in weaker quality, though it may rarely strengthen."
"This too is flawed. Mutations can affect strength or attributes. For example, Tang Lie, Seventh Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, has a mutated Clear Sky Hammer. Normally, the hammer is heavy and domineering. But his mutated version became blazing and fiery. Its quality didn't change—it remained the Clear Sky Hammer."
Bibi Dong couldn't bear to listen any longer and continued defending him. "Brother Fengzhi, these are just the results of Xiaogang's three months of research. It's his first attempt—of course it's not perfect! But it's still a passing effort. Once he gains experience in the soul master world, he'll improve and perfect it!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's pupils dilated, and he clutched his chest, nearly coughing up blood.
"Uncle Bone, take her down!" Ning Fengzhi stopped arguing—he knew it was useless. Bibi Dong had lost her reason to love. But the fact he could explain those two theories in such detail already said a lot—didn't Yu Xiaogang claim he developed them? Then how did Ning Fengzhi know them, and even better?
Take her down?
Just as the thought crossed Bibi Dong's mind, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and collapsed to the floor—her flawless curves, her long legs beneath the skirt, her almost perfect face.
"Fengzhi, I, Chen Xin, have never begged anyone in my life. But this time, I beg you—give Dong'er another chance. Just one more chance."
Sword Douluo stood up, his voice trembling. He already knew what was about to happen.
If they could reclaim the nutrients the parasite had absorbed from the soil, then action was necessary. But Bibi Dong was still a person—if they wanted to take back what she had drawn from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there was only one way.
Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Uncle Sword, I will. Humans aren't made of stone—we have feelings. Even if you didn't ask, I would still give Dong'er one last chance."
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