Chapter 52 Bibi Dong VS Qian Daobai?! The Spirit Hall is shaken, the Ancestor returns!
Qian Renxue looked bewildered, like a lost child, her eyes filled with an inescapable sense of confusion.
She desperately, even pleadingly, hoped that Qian Daobai would deny the answer.
At that moment, she was so nervous that her legs went weak and she couldn't move an inch.
Seeing Qian Renxue's tearful expression and her slender hands with white knuckles from exertion, Qian Daobai suddenly smiled.
"Relax."
His voice remained as gentle as ever, carrying a calming power.
"I'll be able to see Sendou Ryu soon."
"If you want to verify my identity, you can ask him yourself."
"..."
In Qian Renxue's ear was Qian Daobai's young and magnetic voice.
But her mind kept flashing back to all the little moments she had spent with him over the past year.
Pointing out directions from the top of the cloud-shrouded mountain.
Maintenance in Luoyun City.
The decisiveness in slaying the evil spirit master.
And... the gentleness when he used the magic herb to treat her body.
She still couldn't believe it.
Qian Renxue still held onto a last sliver of hope.
What if?
What if it's just a coincidence that they look alike?
There will always be some things in this world that cannot be explained.
Yes, I'll ask Grandpa myself when I see him!
Thinking of this, she felt as if she had found a safe haven to escape to temporarily, and her mood calmed down a little.
She composed herself and, with Qian Daobai, continued to stroll around the Spirit Hall.
...
at the same time.
In a heavily guarded treatment room.
The strong smell of medicine and the faint smell of blood mingled together, filling the air.
Yu Xiaogang lay quietly on the bed, still unconscious.
Thanks to the combined efforts of several top-tier healing-type Soul Masters, his life was finally saved.
But the severed limbs could never be reattached.
The gruesome wounds have been treated and bandaged, and the rotting flesh and parasitic insects have been cleaned up.
But his pale, paper-like face and sunken cheeks completely obscured the refined appearance of the theoretical master he once was.
Bibi Dong sat on the edge of the bed.
She was dressed in a magnificent papal robe, but looked extremely haggard.
She reached out, her fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly, and gently smoothed the furrowed brow of Yu Xiaogang, which was tightly furrowed in pain.
Her movements were very light and gentle, as if she were handling a rare treasure.
"Don't worry."
She lowered her head, leaned close to Yu Xiaogang's ear, and spoke slowly and deliberately, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"I will definitely avenge you."
"I will make the person who hurt you experience torment ten thousand times worse than you."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a deep-seated resentment and madness.
After speaking, she slowly stood up, and the coldness and majesty that a pope should have returned to her pale face.
The message she received earlier stated that the madman named Qian Daobai was Qian Renxue's master, and was temporarily residing in the Crown Prince's residence.
Bibi Dong's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
She didn't bring any attendants; in a flash, she disappeared from the treatment room.
The next moment, she appeared above the Crown Prince's residence in the Heaven Dou Empire.
A powerful spiritual force, like an invisible net, instantly enveloped the entire mansion.
She is searching.
They frantically searched for the man in white.
Council chamber, study, bedroom, practice room...
She didn't miss a single one.
Her spiritual power even penetrated into the most secluded corners of the mansion, thoroughly scanning under the servants' beds and even the dog holes in the corners of the walls.
No.
There was nothing there.
There was absolutely no trace of the Thousand Cypress Tree here.
Even the traces of his existence were so faint that they were almost imperceptible.
Bibi Dong hovered in mid-air, the raging anger in her heart feeling as if it were being crushed by a huge rock.
It can't be lit, and it can't be put out.
The traffic jam was driving her almost crazy.
The plan to avenge Yu Xiaogang has stalled at the very first step.
She couldn't find anyone.
Bibi Dong clenched her hands tightly, her nails piercing her palms, bringing a sharp pain.
She suddenly let out a few soft laughs that were hard to decipher.
"Heh...hehe..."
There was no joy in that laughter, only endless bitterness and repression.
The pent-up anger in her heart finally transformed into a chilling killing intent that surged wildly through her body.
She slowly raised her eyes and looked towards the distant direction of Wuhun City.
His eyes were as cold as ancient ice.
You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.
And also, Qian Renxue!
I will definitely find you!
Bibi Dong's figure floated silently, like a cold sculpture.
Her chest felt as if a red-hot iron was pressed firmly against it; anger and helplessness intertwined, almost burning away her reason.
"ah--!"
A suppressed shriek burst from her throat.
Buzz—!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
Nine spirit rings rose up from beneath her feet in an instant!
The terrifying pressure of soul power, like a tangible tsunami, swept across the entire sky.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and the clouds were torn to shreds by an invisible force.
Countless lowly servants and guards, under this oppressive aura, felt their legs buckle and knelt on the ground, trembling and unable to even lift their heads.
The crimson 100,000-year soul ring emitted a chilling blood-red light, making her once exquisitely beautiful face, now twisted with rage, resemble a demon returned from hell.
She gritted her teeth and pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred.
"No matter who you are!"
"I swear, I will kill you!"
Her voice, amplified by her soul power, echoed across the sky, cold and venomous.
"To offer as a sacrifice to Xiaogang... for his lost limbs!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the fluctuations of her soul power became even more violent, and the surrounding space began to make cracking sounds as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
...
The atmosphere at Shrek Academy was oppressive.
A secret letter delivered by a messenger eagle from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School broke the silence.
Ning Rongrong opened the envelope, quickly scanned the contents, and her previously dim eyes instantly lit up with hope.
She clutched the letter tightly, turned around, and ran towards Tang San's room.
"Tang San! Tang San!"
Tang San was wiping his Zhuge Crossbow in the room when he heard Ning Rongrong's urgent voice and he suddenly looked up.
"Grandpa Jian replied!"
Ning Rongrong pushed open the door and entered, her face filled with barely suppressed excitement.
He said he had already set off and would arrive immediately!
Tang San paused in his wiping motion, and a flame finally ignited in his deep blue eyes.
hope!
The hope that Xiao Wu will come back!
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