Chương 212: Chapter 207: Brock Owes a Hammering, Takes the Empress to a Restaurant!_1
The inn's room door opened, and a young servant in grey clothes walked in with a letter.
Yu Xiaogang's expression was excited.
He jumped down from the bed, impatiently snatching the letter over.
As he tore open the envelope, powerful and vigorous handwriting immediately came into view, and Yu Xiaogang gazed at it while quickly scanning through.
[Teacher, Xiaosan has received your letter. That boy not only humiliated me but also took away my Xiaowu. Now, he has even struck you which is utterly unforgivable.]
[However, his days of arrogance are numbered.]
[Under the guidance of father, I have acquired our family's secret techniques. My strength has been improving by leaps and bounds every day, and my Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul has evolved once again. That boy isn't even worthy to carry my shoes now.]
[Teacher, you can rest assured. Focus on healing your wounds. With new grudges and old hatreds combined, I will surely settle the score with that boy.]
[The day I leave my retreat will be the day that boy's name and reputation are thoroughly destroyed.]
The handwriting pierced through the back of the paper, brimming with the letter writer's determination and dominance.
Yu Xiaogang's hands trembled as he reached the end of the letter.
Not from nervousness, but from excitement.
He let out a hearty laugh.
"Good! Very good!!"
"Worthy of being my disciple, Yu Xiaogang. How could you be beaten by a single failure."
As though recalling everything that had happened at Shrek Academy, a venomous look appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
He gripped the envelope tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He gnashed his teeth and said with hatred:
"Boy, enjoy your brief moment of pride. Before long, my Xiaosan will come out of his retreat, and when the time comes, he'll slap your face and show you who the true genius of Soul Land really is."
"Provoking us, master and disciple, will turn out to be the biggest regret of your life."
The young servant in grey clothes who delivered the letter stood there, his lips twitching.
Doubting whether this guy had lost his mind.
Grinning foolishly for a long while.
Uttering gibberish, not a word understood.
What in the world is he talking about.
Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, "Alright, you may go now."
Having received a reply from Tang San, Yu Xiaogang visibly enlivened from his frail state.
Having been hit hard by Luo Yu at Shrek, his confidence had now reignited.
Full of hope for Tang San, he looked forward to the day when Luo Yu would beg for mercy under the hammer.
After the young servant left, Yu Xiaogang sat on the bed, his eyes reflecting contemplation.
"Now that Xiaosan is under the guidance of Hao Tian, his strength will surely soar. I needn't worry about him for now."
"It's time for me to find a way to improve my own strength."
"I must say, that boy has provided me with a good idea. Immortal Herbs might be able to break the shackles of my Martial Soul."
"But where can I find these Immortal Herbs?"
Yu Xiaogang was suddenly worried.
With his strength not even close to three rings, he wasn't even qualified to seek the Immortal Herbs.
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, his eyes brightening.
"I may not find them, but that doesn't mean others can't."
"Others might not be willing to help me, but Sister Erlong would definitely not refuse."
"Yes, as long as I find her, she will certainly help me."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes shone, filled with confidence.
After all, Liu Erlong had liked him for so many years.
Once he needed help, how could she possibly refuse.
Yu Xiaogang sighed, "Counting the time, it's been too many years since I last saw Sister Erlong. I actually miss her a bit."
"If I remember correctly, that arrogant boy even said that Erlong and Bi Bidong were captivated by him, which is impossible."
"I understand Erlong; how could she possibly fall for anyone other than me."
"As for Bi Bidong, that boy stands even less of a chance. He doesn't even make his boasts sound believable, it's laughable."
"He's still wet behind the ears and wants to compete with me for a woman? Dream on!"
Yu Xiaogang went to the mirror and began trimming his beard meticulously, humming a little tune.
His mood was splendid.
Dressed in a wide robe to cover his wounds, he hurried towards Tiandou City.
...
Shrek Academy's dining hall.
Except for Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluos who were not present,
Everyone else was in the dining hall, eating breakfast and chatting idly.
Flander chewed on his steamed bun and said to Zhao Wuji across the table, "Teacher Zhao, I couldn't sleep at all last night."
"What happened?" asked Zhao Wuji.
"What else could it be? Of course, I was shocked by Luo Yu."
Flander sighed repeatedly.
"I really didn't expect that at such a young age, Luo Yu could actually explode the Sword and Bone Douluo of the Soul Sage level."
Zhao Wuji snickered and said, "You say that, but the very concept of running an academy is to recruit only monsters, and now that a real monster has arrived, you're at a loss."
"Nonsense, aren't you flustered?" Flander glared, "With his demon-level talent, even calling him a 'monster' doesn't seem fitting."
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, "Why be flustered? I've been shocked by the kid so many times that I've gotten used to it and have become numb."
"I'm telling you, no matter what happens to him now, I won't be shocked anymore."
Zhao Wuji had just finished his earnest speech when the tapping sound of high heels on the ground came from outside the dining hall, capturing everyone's attention.
The moment Luo Yu, adorned in a golden Pope's robe and exuding a cold, majestic, and awe-inspiring aura, appeared at the entrance and stepped into the dining hall—
everyone's eyes trembled.
They inwardly exclaimed in sincere wonderment at her beauty.
Such a ravishing face radiated authority, resembling a rose with thorns that dared not be desecrated.
The Zhu Zhuqing sisters and Ye Lingling exchanged looks nervously, gazing at the unfamiliar woman who had suddenly appeared alongside the men, instantly feeling a surge of crisis in their hearts.
Because the woman was too stunning, she seemed like a goddess who had descended from the heavens.
Her aura was graceful and dignified, entirely different from a naive young girl.
At that moment, the entire dining hall was silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
No one spoke first.
Luo Yu smiled and said, "What's the matter with everyone? Why are you all staring at me?"
Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes, thinking who's looking at you? Everyone's gaze is on the woman beside you.
Luo Yu noticed that everyone's gaze was on Bi Bidong and slapped his forehead.
"Almost forgot to introduce her, she is..."
Before Luo Yu could finish his introduction, Zhao Wuji quickly ran over, trembling, and knelt on one knee.
"This sinner, Zhao Wuji, greets Her Holiness the Pope!"
"???"
Flander was shocked, "Isn't this what you just said? That there's nothing that could shock you anymore?"
How come you're kneeling already?
"Her Holiness the Pope?"
"Where did Her Holiness the Pope come from?"
"He's not referring to this dignified and exceptionally beautiful woman, is he?"
Flander and the girls all heard Zhao Wuji's exclamation and saw him swiftly kneel, their pupils contracting as they were filled with astonishment.
Flander's inner voice shouted in surprise, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
No way, could she really be Her Holiness the Pope?
How could such a high-ranking figure suddenly appear at their small, insignificant academy?
The visit from Sect Master Ning was stimulating enough, but now the Female Pope who held sway over the world had arrived too?
The spirits of the Zhu Zhuqing sisters and the other girls were even more shaken, feeling a doubled pressure.
Could it be that Brother Yu had an affair with the Empress?
They're in danger of falling out of favor!
Bi Bidong, sensing the surrounding gazes, seemed not to enjoy such an atmosphere.
Her phoenix eyes began to narrow, yet she said nothing out of consideration for the man's face.
She looked down at Zhao Wuji, who was kneeling before her, and recounted, "Your name sounds familiar."
"I remember now, you're a fugitive wanted by the Martial Soul Hall, aren't you? Many Soul Emperors were sent to capture you, and I didn't expect you to be a Soul Sage by now."
"I didn't expect Her Holiness to remember such a small figure as me," Zhao Wuji shivered, "Back then, I was arrogant and offended the Martial Soul Hall, please forgive my transgressions!"
Luo Yu waved his hand and said, "It's a trivial matter, get up, Teacher Zhao."
Zhao Wuji dared not stand up, for his past offenses against the Martial Soul Hall had led him to flee here. Now faced with the Empress herself, he felt like a mouse in front of a cat, his legs going weak.
Bi Bidong said coldly, "If he tells you to stand up, then stand up; his word is more effective than mine."
"If he says he doesn't hold a grudge against you, then I won't either."
Bi Bidong's words not only made Zhao Wuji freeze but also caused everyone else in the room to look at each other with strange expressions.
What kind of relationship could produce such a statement?
It had an air of the husband sings and the wife follows, an impression that you go wherever your spouse goes.
Could it be that Luo Yu had won over the Empress?
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