Chapter 75 Yu Xiaogang is completely crippled! Bibi Dong is filled with hatred! She seeks revenge on Qian Daobai!
"We'll arrange things for you from now on."
Qian Daobai's voice remained completely calm.
"Now, continue training."
"Oh... okay!"
Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously.
Having witnessed her master's extraordinary strength, she had an almost blind trust in Qian Daobai.
The master said he would make arrangements and would definitely find the most suitable teammates for her.
She stopped thinking about it, calmed herself down, and activated her soul power. Seven-colored light flowed in her palm, changing into various shapes.
Qian Daobai walked over to Qian Renxue's side again.
"Your swordsmanship is still lacking."
"My mind is not calm enough."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue blushed slightly and whispered, "Yes, disciple knows her mistake."
She drew her longsword, cleared her mind of all distractions, and began practicing the sword techniques that Qian Daobai had taught her.
The sword flashed, carrying the unique holiness and sharpness of angelic power, stirring up gusts of fierce sword wind in the garden.
Seeing that the two had entered a state of cultivation, Qian Daobai said no more.
He himself should get some exercise too.
...
In a secluded manor in Tiandou City.
The same message was also sent here.
"The Soul Master Competition?"
Dugu Yan wore a purple tight-fitting leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure, especially her long, shapely legs, which exuded a wild and alluring beauty.
She looked at the letter in her hand, a hint of excitement flashing in her emerald green eyes.
"It's finally here."
Ye Lengleng, standing to the side, was still dressed in a pure white dress, her temperament as aloof as the moon.
She sat quietly, a section of her calf peeking out from under her skirt, fair and delicate, like the finest mutton fat jade.
Upon hearing Dugu Yan's words, she raised her head, a hint of expectation in her clear eyes.
"Yanzi, shall we go?"
"Of course I'll go!"
Dugu Yan slammed the letter on the table, stood up, and paced around the room.
"We're representing the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, so it'll be a good opportunity to see just how good the younger generation is on the continent these days."
She paused, a figure flashed into her mind, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.
"That's perfect, let them see our strength."
Since receiving guidance from that mysterious senior in Luoyun City and consuming the immortal herb, both of them have experienced a qualitative leap in strength.
Especially for Dugu Yan, the deadly poison of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul has been completely under her control, and there is no longer any worry about it backfiring.
Ye Lengleng nodded as well, holding the Nine Heart Begonia pendant on her chest, feeling the vibrant life force contained within it.
"Yes, we should go out for a walk."
The two exchanged a smile, their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.
...
Wuhun City, the back garden.
After Qian Daobai finished instructing his two disciples, he let them comprehend it on their own.
He walked to the center of the garden and slowly drew the Demon-Slaying Sword from his waist.
The sword is simple and unadorned.
He stood there casually, sword in hand, yet his entire aura changed in an instant.
He stood there, yet seemed to have become one with the entire world.
He raised his hand and gently waved it towards a large tree not far away.
There was no earth-shattering noise, not even a whiff of wind.
But an invisible sword aura had already been released from his hand.
The sword energy was so refined that it was too fast for the naked eye to perceive.
"Whoosh."
A soft sound.
The huge tree across the way, which required two people to hug, had all its outstretched branches neatly cut off at the base, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.
The broken branch did not fall; instead, it was lifted by an invisible force and slowly flew back to its original position, showing no trace of breakage.
Having done all this, Qian Daobai sheathed his sword, stood still, and closed his eyes.
He is feeling.
Feel the intent behind that sword strike.
Feel the flow of power, feel the division of space, feel the birth and death of all things.
Although his strength had already reached the pinnacle of this world, daily cultivation had become a habit, an instinct, for him.
The path of martial arts is endless.
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Spirit Hall, secret chamber.
A pungent medicinal smell filled the air.
Yu Xiaogang lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Thanks to the best healing-type Soul Masters in the Spirit Hall's best efforts, his life was finally saved.
However, his severed limbs could never be restored.
The once spirited "master" who shocked the world of Soul Masters with his theories has now become a complete cripple.
"ah--!"
A hoarse roar burst from his throat.
He struggled to get up, but could only let his body writhe futilely on the bed, like a dying maggot.
"Get out! All of you, get out!"
He roared at the maids serving him.
The maids turned pale with fright and quickly bowed and retreated.
The door to the secret room was pushed open, and Bibi Dong, dressed in a papal robe, slowly walked in.
She looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was lying on the bed like a madman, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"Xiao Gang..."
She called softly.
Yu Xiaogang turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her.
Are you here to laugh at me?
His voice was like a poisoned knife.
Bibi Dong felt a pang of pain in her heart and shook her head.
"Why would I laugh at you?"
She walked to the bedside, wanting to reach out and touch his cheek, but he turned his head away in disgust.
"Don't touch me!"
"Xiao Gang, I will avenge you."
Bibi stopped what she was doing, her voice incredibly firm.
"Qian Daobai, I will make him pay the price!"
"We barely managed to save your life, don't give up."
She spoke softly, hoping to awaken a sliver of his reason.
"revenge?"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly burst into a nervous laugh, a laugh that was shrill and piercing.
"I want revenge! I want him dead! No!"
His facial muscles were contorted, his face was flushed, and his disheveled hair clung to his sweaty forehead, making him look incredibly ferocious.
He stared wide-eyed, squeezing out each word through clenched teeth.
"I want him to... wish he were dead!"
His anger and resentment were so intense that they almost consumed his reason.
He cannot accept himself as he is now.
The excruciating pain of having his limbs severed, the humiliation and ridicule of being watched by countless people.
Those sounds and images, like a nightmare, echoed in his ears day and night.
The throbbing pain from his wound made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully, and he could only barely manage to stay awake with the help of a large amount of medication.
His spirit was already on the verge of collapse.
Bibi Dong felt as if her heart was being torn apart when she saw his pained expression.
She gave the instructions to the person outside the door.
"Someone, give the master his medicine."
The maidservant outside the door walked in tremblingly, carrying a bowl of black medicine.
Yu Xiaogang, however, seemed to have seen some kind of enemy. He suddenly shook his head and knocked the bowl of medicine to the ground.
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