"This is a handwritten copy. It should have been transcribed by Yu Xiaogang himself and isn't recorded in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. I'll copy one as well—handing the original over through Sister Ling Yuan will count as another contribution."
Tian Hao immediately had an idea. Contributions were always better in greater numbers—accumulated over time, they could be exchanged for many things. And since this was essentially free, there was no reason not to take it.
He was sure Sister Ling Yuan and that Pope would also be interested in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's top-tier meditation method. As a four-no youth from Great Xia in his previous life, he naturally wouldn't miss a good opportunity to curry favor with his superiors.
Suppressing that thought for the moment, Tian Hao continued flipping through the other books, but unfortunately found nothing better.
He didn't immediately copy the meditation method. Instead, Tian Hao stood up and entered the underground chamber again. After confirming there was nothing abnormal whatsoever, he finally took out the Spirit Bone, pressed it against his calf, and guided Spirit Power into it, slowly refining it.
It was only a five-thousand-year Spirit Bone, so the difficulty of refinement wasn't too high.
Moreover, this wasn't a fresh Spirit Bone newly obtained from a Spirit Beast. Like the head Spirit Bone with the replication ability, it had already passed through several hands and no longer carried the benefits of increasing Spirit Power, nor did it provide much improvement to physical constitution.
However, this actually made it easier to refine. Otherwise, with Tian Hao's mere ten levels of Spirit Power, refining a five-thousand-year Spirit Bone would have taken quite a long time.
Leaving aside Tian Hao refining the Spirit Bone here, elsewhere, after stepping out of the bath, Bibi Dong looked at the faint bruises still lingering on her body and ground her teeth in fury.
"Don't let me find out who you are, or I'll make sure you regret it."
Clenching her delicate fists, she had no intention of swallowing this humiliation.
She couldn't beat her teacher, nor could she fight him—but dealing with a mere boy would be effortless.
Moreover, he had beaten and bullied Xiao Gang so badly. She had to avenge Xiao Gang. Whatever he did to Xiao Gang, she, Bibi Dong, would return in full.
Grinding her teeth and unable to sleep, she endured the night. At last, the day her teacher had agreed upon arrived. Carefully dressed, Bibi Dong headed to Yu Xiaogang's residence.
"Xiao Gang!"
She knocked on the door and called out. Soon, there was movement inside, and the door was flung open.
"Dong'er!"
Seeing the figure that haunted his dreams, Yu Xiaogang was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He immediately tried to embrace her, but Bibi Dong instinctively frowned and stepped back.
There was no helping it—Yu Xiaogang smelled terrible. Not only was there a strong stench of alcohol, but there were other odors mixed in as well, extremely pungent, making it feel as though she had stepped into a cesspit.
Moreover, she was inherently conservative, believing she should only give herself fully to her husband on their wedding day. Throughout her relationship with Yu Xiaogang, she had always been restrained—at most holding hands. Now that he tried to hug her, she felt instinctively repelled.
Only after embracing empty air did Yu Xiaogang react. Lowering his head and looking at himself, he felt a wave of embarrassment.
"Wait a moment. I'll go clean up."
He hurried back into the room, grabbed a change of clothes, and rushed into the bathroom to wash up.
These past few days had been miserable for him. Ever since waking up in that place, his mind had been muddled, with lingering pain. More importantly, his body felt extremely weak—he couldn't even summon Luo Sanpao for the time being. He had no idea what that person had done to him.
But physical discomfort was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Thinking that his relationship with Bibi Dong might be impossible to continue, that he had lost such a beautiful and powerful wife, and even lost the chance to prove himself to his family, felt like knives twisting in his heart. He drowned his sorrow in alcohol day after day, to the point where he couldn't even be bothered to change his clothes.
He never expected Bibi Dong to come looking for him.
Did they still have a chance?
Bibi Dong pushed the door open, pinched her nose, and went inside, opening all the windows to ventilate the room. Only after a long while did she feel a bit better.
Then, with practiced gentleness, she began tidying up, picking up the empty wine bottles scattered across the floor one by one.
Yu Xiaogang took a long time washing before coming out. Seeing the busy figure, warmth and pride welled up in his heart.
Dong'er would surely become his wife. When he returned to the sect with a woman like Dong'er—a dual-Martial Soul holder—he wanted to see who would dare mock him then. They'd be jealous to death.
"Can we still leave?"
Thinking back to that hateful youth from that day, Yu Xiaogang was filled with worry. Could they still leave Spirit City and return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
"You don't need to worry. I've already dealt with that person."
Bibi Dong's body stiffened as she clumsily tidied up. Though she felt unwilling, she could only repeat the words her teacher had arranged.
She hadn't come alone this time. Behind her were people sent by her teacher—an elder of the Angel Clan, her teacher's second uncle and the younger brother of the Grand Worship.
If she didn't follow the plan, Xiao Gang wouldn't even be able to walk out of Spirit City.
"That's good, that's good!"
Yu Xiaogang let out a sigh of relief. These past few days, seeing that Bibi Dong hadn't come looking for him, he had thought their elopement plan had fallen through. Who would have thought things would turn around like this?
"Although I resolved the matter in time, there are still hidden dangers. Leaving Spirit City won't be difficult, but evading my teacher's pursuit won't be easy. It would be best if a Titled Douluo came to meet us.
"Xiao Gang, can you have your father personally come near Spirit City to receive us?"
Bibi Dong spoke according to the plan. She could only continue like this.
"I'm afraid not. My father can't leave the sect. At most, my second uncle could bring people to meet us."
Thinking about the situation within the sect, Yu Xiaogang felt conflicted.
Although he was the sect master's son, his low talent meant his status in the family wasn't high. A single letter wouldn't be enough to make his father take such a risk, let alone come near Spirit City.
Moreover, his father had only taken the position of sect master a few years ago. The elders were all from the previous generation, a generation senior to his father, and his grandfather was often in seclusion cultivating. His father's position in the sect was far from easy.
"There's really no other way at all?"
Bibi Dong pressed further.
"No."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head dejectedly. He was deeply troubled by this as well.
Spirit City was far from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Avoiding Spirit Hall's pursuit over such a long distance would be extremely difficult.
At this point, Bibi Dong hesitated. But when she noticed a change in the light inside the room, she immediately understood it as a warning from that person.
Xiao Gang, don't blame me. I can't let you die in Spirit City.
Making the decision in deep pain, Bibi Dong stood up.
"In that case, there's no need to leave Spirit City with you anymore."
Her voice turned cold as she spoke, and she lifted her foot to leave.
"Dong'er?"
Yu Xiaogang was utterly confused. What was going on?
Why had Dong'er's tone suddenly turned so cold?
"I originally thought I could use you to lure Yu Yuanzhen into Spirit City, then have our Spirit Hall quietly eliminate him, plunging the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into internal strife over the sect master position.
"Who would've thought you were so useless, unable to accomplish even such a trivial matter, wasting so much of my time."
Opening the door, Bibi Dong's voice remained icy.
"What did you say?"
Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank abruptly, disbelief filling his heart.
Why would Dong'er say something like this?
"Did you really think I, Bibi Dong, would fall for trash like you?
"If it weren't for the fact that you're Yu Yuanzhen's son and I wanted to use you to lure that old dragon out so we could secretly kill him, do you think I would've bothered getting to know you, let alone falling in love with you?
"I thought everything would go smoothly, but I overestimated how much Yu Yuanzhen valued you as a son. Truly a piece of mud that can't be molded."
Xiao Gang, don't resent me. I have no choice. Wait for me ten years—ten years later, I'll come find you.
After saying this coldly and suppressing her pain, Bibi Dong lifted her foot and left.
"Liar! All liars! It was all fake! Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall—you'll regret this sooner or later!"
After standing there in a daze for a long time, Yu Xiaogang's pale, handsome face twisted. Cursing liars in rage, he smashed everything in front of him, swearing to make these people regret it.
He had always found it hard to believe that he could gain Bibi Dong's affection, and had always harbored doubts about this relationship.
After all, she was the Saintess of Spirit Hall, a dual-Martial Soul holder, while he was nothing more than a Spirit Master with a useless Martial Soul—one was heaven, the other earth.
Now he finally understood. He had thought he'd stumbled upon incredible luck, but it turned out everything was a joke.
Especially the word "trash" in Bibi Dong's speech—it pierced him deeply, forcing him to recall scene after scene of being mocked within the sect. The clash between inferiority and wounded pride stirred an impulse to destroy everything.
He didn't know that his ugly display was being watched by an old man outside the window, some distance away, who was utterly speechless.
"By all rights, they had two or three years of feelings already. Was it really that incapable of standing a test?"
Muttering a complaint, the old man didn't bother staying any longer and flew away.
In truth, Bibi Dong's performance just now wasn't very good. After turning cold, she had only turned her back to Yu Xiaogang, without showing the planned facial expressions at all—yet Yu Xiaogang still failed to notice, never doubting even once.
This was your love for little Dong'er?
So fragile?