Chapter 19: The Mysterious Gift from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect
The two people's thoughts drifted away, lost in memories of long ago.
But, surfing is fun.
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At this time, in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Xiaogang, who had been slapped, covered his swollen face, and blood at the corner of his mouth dripped slowly. The intense pain made him instantly sober.
"You guys!"
Looking with disdain at the elder and with contempt at the surrounding tribesmen, Yu Xiaogang stood in the yard, feeling an unprecedented shame.
He could only stare at the elder who had just slapped him, with dull, dead-fish eyes.
"What? You still want to slap me?"
After being scolded by the elder, Yu Xiaogang immediately became timid. Faced with pointing and accusations from others, he fled in panic.
"Hmph, this waste should have left long ago."
The elder snorted coldly, then followed the impotent young men into the basement. Seeing Bibi Dong tied up, he frowned.
At this time, Bibi Dong's skinny body was covered in scars. One leg was broken, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were dull. She looked like a crazy woman.
She was no longer the cheerful, upright girl she once was when she first arrived.
"Find a healing Soul Saint to treat her. How can we send her out like this?"
Bibi Dong was now despised by everyone. Perhaps she couldn't be sent out like this; he was afraid Qian Xunfeng would think they sent a beggar.
"Yes."
After receiving treatment within the sect and changing into cleaner clothes, Bibi Dong finally looks human again.
Although she was no longer as sunny and beautiful as before, she was still acceptable. Her leg was a little lame, but it wasn't a big deal.
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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost time for Qian Xunfeng's wedding.
The Pope's marriage was a major event. When the news was announced, various forces beneath the surface began secretly investigating whom Qian Xunfeng was marrying.
Some wondered if he had allied with certain forces, but after checking, everyone found that his bride was just a woman with excellent qualifications, and her martial soul was a useless one like Blue Silver Grass.
As soon as dawn broke, the streets of Spirit City were already filled with red lanterns, and people bustled everywhere, creating a lively scene.
The Spirit Hall Guards patrolled the city to maintain order. On this important day, no trouble was allowed.
At the Spirit Hall, several Soul Douluos stood at the door, welcoming guests who had arrived early.
Almost all the prominent forces on the continent had received invitations from Qian Xunfeng.
After all, it was the Pope's wedding—so even the three major sects showed him respect.
However, with Qian Xunfeng's personality, no matter how large or small the force, as long as they came and presented any gift, no matter how modest or expensive, he would be pleased.
But if your name wasn't on the list, Qian Xunfengwould be very displeased, thinking you were insulting him as the Pope.
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The magnificent Pope's Hall was decorated with lanterns, and a red carpet stretched to the hall's entrance.
Red silk draped over every piece of furniture.
A tall, beautiful maid, wearing an embroidered long skirt, smiled and moved among the crowd, serving fruits and melons.
"Welcome everyone to my son Xunfeng's wedding. I thank you all."
Qian Daoliu, a level 99 Ultimate Douluo, was well-known throughout the continent. Who wouldn't recognize his reputation?
"Meet His Majesty the Angel Douluo."
"Well, you're the guest. Please make yourselves comfortable."
After speaking, Qian Daoliu quickly took his seat at the main table in the hall. Then the Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Mighty Lion Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo slowly sat down.
"Please invite His Majesty the Pope and the Pope's wife to come on stage."
As the music played, Qian Xunfeng stepped out slowly. Ah Yin followed him, holding his arm with one hand.
They looked like a divine couple, making others envious.
As the protagonists of the wedding took their seats, the ceremony officially began.
The music was accompanied by well-wishes from some families.
For these families, the wedding was not only a celebration of Qian Xunfeng's marriage but also an opportunity to strengthen alliances.
Until evening.
The Pope's Palace remained bustling with guests.
Qian Xunfeng, feeling tired of the endless compliments, took Ah Yin to a secluded room.
"From today, we are officially husband and wife, Yin'er."
"Xunfeng."
Just as they shared a tender moment, an untimely knock sounded on the door. A cardinal said cautiously, "Your Holiness, the Grand Elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect wishes to see you. He has brought a mysterious gift."
"Oh, what kind of gift?"
Qian Xunfengwas a bit puzzled. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had been emptied by him, and they had just paid off the sect's debt earlier that year.
"Let him in."
Soon, the somewhat restrained Grand Elder entered.
"Meet Your Holiness the Pope."
"There's no need for pleasantries. What gift has the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect sent? They want me to see it in person."
After a day of hearing compliments, Qian Xunfeng's ears had become calloused.
"Your Holiness, please take a look."
The Elder brought up a box and placed it in front of Qian Xunfeng.
"Your Holiness, please dismiss any insignificant people."
It was a scandal, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect didn't want it to spread.
"Go down first."
The surrounding cardinals left, and Qian Xunfeng hugged Ah Yin, curiosity evident in his voice:
"Open it."
As the box was opened, Qian Xunfeng froze.
He was even more shocked—wasn't this Bibi Dong? Why did they send her now? Could they not bear to wait any longer?
Seeing the unhappy expression on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's Elder, Qian Xunfeng realized that they had suffered another loss from Bibi Dong.
"What does the Great Elder mean by this? Are you here to insult me?"
Suppressing the urge to laugh, Qian Xunfeng frowned, pretending to be disgusted, and questioned.
"I dare not, I dare not."
Seeing Qian Xunfeng's expression, the elder trembled with fear and hurriedly explained:
"Bibi Dong is still the Saintess of the Spirit Hall. She was deceived by our sect's trash and came here. Now, the former Saintess has changed her mind. Although she is no longer a member of the Spirit Hall, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect respects the majesty of the Spirit Hall and has sent Bibi Dong back."
"Oh, I see. So will our Spirit Hall allow an ungrateful person to return?"
Inside the box, Bibi Dong, limbs bound, listened silently to Qian Xunfeng's words. She didn't refute in her heart—her teacher was right. She was indeed ungrateful and had failed her master's kindness.
But she still hoped her teacher would give her a chance. Even if she was a maid at the bottom, she was willing.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Qian Xunfeng. She couldn't suppress the pain in her heart and cried aloud.
"Grand Elder, you may leave now."
Qian Xunfeng waved his hand, signaling the Elder to depart.
As the Elder hurried away, Qian Xunfeng looked at Bibi Dong, who was gagged and whimpering inside the box, a sneer curling at his lips.
Now was not the time for her to let go of her hatred.
He planned to use Yu Xiaogang to stimulate Bibi Dong's evil thoughts, stirring her hatred for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Then, she would obtain the Rakshasa God's Test, and he would subtly influence her heart.
After becoming a god, she would obey Qian Xunfeng, and the Spirit Hall would become a sect of three gods.
But now that he had obtained the Divine Test again, he could wait for the Rakshasa God Test to descend and try to influence it himself.
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End of this chapter.