Unlike in the original novel, Bibi Dong knew Yu Xiaogang was looking for her because of Tang San.
Here, Yu Xiaogang had not become master and disciple with Tang San, and Spirit Hall was currently in the eye of the storm of public opinion.
Therefore, Yu Xiaogang coming to find her at this time made Bibi Dong instinctively think in that direction.
The emotions suppressed for many years erupted, causing Bibi Dong to instantly lose her composure. However, under the influence of the Rakshasa God's thoughts, her love and good feelings were weakened.
After a few breaths, Bibi Dong regained her sanity. She suppressed the urge to immediately go find Yu Xiaogang and returned to the main hall of the Pope's Palace to wait for his arrival.
Because the Knight Commander guarding the Pope's Palace had received Bibi Dong's telepathic message, Yu Xiaogang passed through the mandatory route to the Pope's Palace unimpeded.
Rushing to the front of the Pope's Palace, Yu Xiaogang's mood suddenly became somewhat anxious, and his originally firm resolve turned indecisive at this moment.
"No, success or failure hinges on this one moment. I absolutely cannot back down!"
In the end, Yu Xiaogang convinced himself. After taking a deep breath, he forcefully pushed open the doors of the Pope's Palace. After a brief pause, he walked inside.
The three-meter-high archway closed automatically after Yu Xiaogang entered. The heavy sound of the closing doors made him feel startled. He quickly looked around the hall and finally saw the figure that haunted his dreams in a corner.
"Dong'er (Xiao Gang)!"
...
In the following days, a scandal spread among the high-ranking officials of Spirit City:
The untold secret between Pope Bibi Dong and "Master" Yu Xiaogang!
...
One month later.
Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Crown Prince's sleeping quarters.
Exquisite and precious porcelain fell to the ground and shattered, emitting a pleasant and crisp sound that lingered.
Soon, the ground of the sleeping quarters was covered in shards of porcelain.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Xue Qinghe smashed the last piece of porcelain in the sleeping quarters, panting heavily. After venting his anger, it still couldn't subside for a long time.
"What does she mean, what does that woman mean!"
"My father is already dead, and she still wants to cuckold my father?"
"Yu Xiaogang, right! If I had known this would happen, I should have dismembered him when he was in Heaven Dou City!"
With a loud bang, Xue Qinghe slammed his hands on the desk, the force so great that it directly snapped the tabletop made of rosewood.
In the sleeping quarters, two old men in gray clothes trembled as they looked at the enraged Xue Qinghe. They were so scared they didn't dare to breathe, afraid of disturbing Xue Qinghe at that moment and causing him to shift his anger to them.
"No! I can't keep dragging this out!"
In front of the desk, Xue Qinghe suddenly turned around and looked at the two old men behind him, saying:
"Execute the plan immediately. Use Seven-Colored Splendor on Xue Ye!"
"Young, Young Master!" Snake Spear Douluo said bravely.
"The time is far from ripe. Won't it be too early to act now?"
"Then how much longer do you want me to wait!" Xue Qinghe roared.
"If I ignore state affairs now and drag this out, by the time I return to Spirit Hall, those two bitches will probably already have children!"
"At that time, will Spirit Hall belong to the Yu family or the Qian family!"
"Ah! Tell me!"
"Speak, why are you silent!"
Faced with this question, the two old men remained completely silent.
What a joke, was this a question they could answer?
Finally, after Xue Qinghe's anger subsided a bit, Porcupine Douluo mustered the courage to say:
"Young Master, you must be rational. Don't let anger cloud your judgment."
"Didn't you often say..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xue Qinghe interrupted him and roared:
"Rational? How can you expect me to be rational!"
"Should I just waste time here, waiting for them to have a child and inherit my Qian family's position as Pope!"
At this moment, Snake Spear Douluo advised:
"Young Master, please calm down. The Great Worship will not allow such a thing to happen."
"No matter how powerful an outsider Pope is, they will ultimately be inferior to the power of the Worship Hall."
"So please rest assured, Young Master. This mission has taken you so many years; you must not let your efforts go to waste due to a moment of anger!"
"Grandfather?" Hearing this, Xue Qinghe's eyes, filled with rage, regained a trace of clarity.
"Grandfather, I still have my grandfather."
"Yes, with Grandpa here, the position of Pope will return to our Qian family no matter what."
"Uncle She, you're right. I've dedicated my entire youth to this undercover mission, and I absolutely cannot afford to lose sight of the bigger picture and let it be ruined."
With his mind cleared, Xue Qinghe quickly reverted to the humble and gentle Crown Prince.
Suddenly, a surge of bright and holy Soul Power erupted from Xue Qinghe.
"B-breakthrough?"
All three people present, including Xue Qinghe himself, were surprised. Under the extreme emotional fluctuations, his Soul Power, which had been at the peak of level fifty-seven, had actually broken through to level fifty-eight.
"Congratulations, Young Master, on your cultivation breakthrough! You're one step closer to becoming a Soul Emperor!"
To appease the dejected Xue Qinghe, Snake Spear Douluo and Porcupine Douluo quickly chimed in with flattery:
"Young Master, your talent is extraordinary. Even with your cultivation delayed by the undercover mission, you possess cultivation close to a Soul Emperor at just over twenty years old. You are truly an unparalleled genius that your subordinates have never seen before."
While Xue Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, he was quite pleased with these words.
He had always been confident in his own talent.
After all, he had inherited that woman's cultivation talent. Even though he had never admitted it, he knew it was an unchangeable fact.
"Alright, don't flatter me, you two uncles,"
Xue Qinghe waved his hand and said, "You two clean up the broken porcelain on the floor. I also need to hurry and buy some identical porcelain to restore this place to its original state."
"If people find out that I broke so much porcelain out of anger, it will greatly affect my image in their eyes."
After speaking, Xue Qinghe hurriedly left the sleeping quarters.
The palace's porcelain inventory was recorded, so to make up for the deficit of dozens of porcelain pieces, he had no choice but to go to the largest porcelain merchant guild in Heaven Dou City to purchase them.
This round trip would take at least several hours.
...
Tang Sect.
It was mealtime.
In the dining hall.
Tang San drank his soup and casually said to Tailong beside him, "The food has tasted much better these past two weeks. The chef has improved quite a bit!"
"Young Master, you flatter me," Tailong replied habitually, lowering his head obediently.
"It's just that the new chef likes to make medicinal cuisine, and these dishes have medicinal ingredients added. I personally think the previous meals suited my taste better."
Because he was looking down, Tang San didn't see Tailong's stiff expression as he said this, nor the ambiguous glint in Tailong's eyes.
"Naturally," Tang San didn't think much of it, as Tailong always appeared submissive and humble in front of him.
"The flavor of medicinal cuisine is something only those with refined taste can appreciate."
"You're used to eating rich food, so of course, you can't get used to these delicate dishes."
"Young Master is right," Tailong replied meekly.
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