Kapitel 611: Chapter 609: Yu Xiaogang Is Confused, It's Definitely a Trick!_1

Martial Soul Hall.

Yu Xiaogang walked towards the Pope's Palace, his mind muddled with thoughts of the road ahead. Qian Renxue, Qian Dao Liu, and Xu Ran—the convergence of these three people gave him an immense headache.

Qian Dao Liu was the Great Elder and Great Worshipper of the Martial Soul Hall, wielding even greater influence among the high ranks than Bi Bidong, and he was also a Title Douluo of the 99th Rank, one of the most powerful beings of their time. Xu Ran was, of course, unquestionable.

However, having decided to remain in the Martial Soul Hall, he knew he must get on good terms with Bi Bidong; she and Tang San were his only sources of support in the Hall.

If even Bi Bidong stopped supporting him, then wouldn't Xu Ran give him a hard time?

As long as Bi Bidong still loved him, Xu Ran would have to give face to Bi Bidong.

"To think, I, Yu Xiaogang, have actually fallen to such a state."

Yu Xiaogang chuckled at his self-mockery, thinking of his miserable life that he found so hard to look back upon. There was a time when he too had aspirations of rising to prominence, but, in the end, he found that he could only rely on a woman.

Relying on a woman wasn't wrong, but being betrayed by the woman he loved tasted bad.

His face turned green at the thought of his beloved Er Long and Xu Ran together. However, Bi Bidong wasn't Liu Erlong; she wouldn't treat him that way.

Yu Xiaogang arrived at the Pope's Palace, where the Guards clearly recognized him and let him through without hassle, escorting him directly to the council chamber of the Martial Soul Hall.

Yu Xiaogang felt bitter; now he could only meet Bi Bidong in his capacity as an Elder of the Martial Soul Hall. He so wished he could visit her boudoir directly when coming to see the beautiful, buxom Bi Bidong with her peerless beauty and stature as the Pope. Bi Bidong's boudoir must be so fragrant and pleasant, he thought.

The mere thought accelerated his heartbeat significantly.

If he truly were together with Bi Bidong, he would want to achieve something earth-shatteringly significant. To walk around Spirit City with Bi Bidong in his arms, letting everyone know she was his woman.

That would satisfy his pride.

Such a feeling would undoubtedly be exhilarating.

Bi Bidong was the Pope, and there were untold numbers of men who adored her—men who could only worship and watch her from afar. Yet, he could hold Bi Bidong in his embrace, touching her as he pleased, basking in the envy and jealousy of countless others. But he was pleased with it; he enjoyed the look of envy in others' eyes.

Yu Xiaogang sat tensely in the council hall, waiting for Bi Bidong, his mind dancing with delightful possibilities.

Bi Bidong was an extraordinary beauty and a mature woman at that. What pleasure and unbridled joy it would be to be with her?

A gentle voice rang outside the door, "You all wait outside. Without my order, no one is allowed to come in and disturb."

"Yes."

Yu Xiaogang lifted his head and looked towards the door.

Outside, a stunningly beautiful woman entered. Her astonishing beauty was captivating.

Bi Bidong wore a black robe adorned with gold patterns, her head crowned with the Nine-Bend Purple Gold Crown, her hand gripping a two-meter-long wand embedded with countless gems. Her fair skin and near-perfect features made her stand out remarkably.

It was particularly the indescribable aura of nobility and holiness about her that made it almost instinctive for one to bow in worshipful awe.

Seeing Bi Bidong, Yu Xiaogang felt a pang of inferiority. The gap between him and Bi Bidong was vast; she was practically a Goddess from the heavens, while he was but an ant on the earth.

Noble, graceful, serene—all these praiseworthy words seemed apt for Bi Bidong. She was stunningly beautiful, noble, and peerlessly elegant.

However, that touch of inferiority quickly faded away, replaced by a sensation of satisfaction. Even Bi Bidong had fallen for him, which only proved how outstanding he, Brock, was—the most intelligent man in the world.

Bi Bidong loved him so much, didn't that prove how awesome Brock was?

"Brock, you're here," a soft and pleasant voice came from Bi Bidong's mouth, carrying a refreshing feeling like a spring breeze. Bi Bidong looked at Brock with a complex expression, as the image of that scoundrel Xu Ran suddenly flashed through her mind. This made her feel somewhat ashamed; these days she was somewhat restless, thinking of Xu Ran, she even felt like she was a bad woman.

"Hmm. Dong'er. I heard Xue'er has returned to Martial Soul Hall. And she came back with Xu Ran," Brock swallowed, his gaze lingering on Bi Bidong's full and shapely behind and her long, beautiful legs, his eyes staring blankly. Yet, he still hadn't forgotten the important matters at hand.

"Hmm. Xue'er has indeed come back."

"Brock, I don't know what grudges you have with Xu Ran. After my trip to Tiandou City, I realized Xu Ran's character isn't all that bad, and now that he and Xue'er are a couple, I couldn't possibly make a move against Xu Ran anymore," Bi Bidong said with a complex expression. Thinking of Xu Ran and Xue'er's relationship, a self-mocking smile appeared on her lips.

She must dispel all unrealistic thoughts.

"Okay. There's actually not much between me and Xu Ran," said Brock, his face turning green. He hadn't expected Bi Bidong to greet him with these words. But since Bi Bidong had spoken, he could no longer rely on her to annoy Xu Ran in the future.

He had come prepared for this, now he just hoped Bi Bidong could help him out when Xu Ran made a move against him.

So although Brock was cursing inwardly, he maintained a nonchalant appearance, as if he had opened his heart and was ready to coexist peacefully with Xu Ran.

In front of Bi Bidong, he couldn't afford to appear petty.

"It's good that you can think this way. Besides, my visit to Xu Ran wasn't fruitless. Xu Ran had insulted you before; how could I let him resolve the conflict with you so easily? This time I made an agreement with Xu Ran to have him return your Martial Soul to you."

"Xu Ran took your Martial Soul, making you an ordinary person. I will get this debt repaid for you," Bi Bidong said with some guilt.

She had investigated, and Xu Ran had indeed bullied Brock. Yet here she was, defending Xu Ran, even developing a faint affection for him, which filled her with immense guilt.

"Martial Soul?"

"Xu Ran?"

"Help?"

Brock repeated the words Bi Bidong had just said with an expressionless face, feeling that something wasn't quite right. As for what it was, he hadn't figured it out, but it just felt weird.

Soon after, Brock's expression changed, and he looked as if he had eaten something disgusting.

He remembered.

Back at Blue Tyrant Academy, wasn't it Er Long who first mentioned that Xu Ran was going to help him overcome his Martial Soul's flaws so that he could cultivate again? And then what? His Martial Soul was gone, and Er Long ended up with Xu Ran.

Now Dong'er was telling him that she would help him get his Martial Soul back—damn it, wasn't this the same spiel Er Long had given him, just wrapped in a different shell but with the exact same core?

It was a trick!

Absolute trickery!

That damn Xu Ran, after having played Er Long, was now setting his sights on Dong'er.

Damn it!

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