area51novel Chapter 4 Yu Xiaogang's Ambition
Chapter 4 Yu Xiaogang's Ambition
The two walked out side by side outside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong walked briskly, with a slight upturn at the corners of her lips.
Bai Yaoyue walked beside her, his golden hair disheveled, his crown askew, and his face full of gloom.
"Senior sister, this is so sudden."
"Not sudden."
Bibi Dong tilted her head to look at him, licked her lips, and her cheeks flushed.
"You smell like someone else. I don't like it. From now on, let me hold you a little longer each day, and your scent will be mine."
Bai Yaoyue shut up.
He still had that 100,000-year-old external soul bone in his arms.
He who takes a bribe is beholden to it.
The two walked out along the corridor.
Bibi Dong suddenly stopped.
At the end of the corridor, Yu Xiaogang stood there.
As if they had been waiting for a long time, they immediately greeted the two of them with a smile on their faces.
"Your Highness—"
His voice was hurried and deliberately obsequious.
Bibi Dong frowned.
Again.
For the past six months, whenever she was alone, this person would appear from some corner, holding a tattered manuscript and babbling on and on.
At first, they were able to maintain some politeness—after all, they came from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, and even though they had been driven away, they still gave them some face.
It became increasingly disgusting.
After each speech, his eyes would linger on her.
She was all too familiar with that sticky, greedy look in their eyes, a look that they thought was perfectly concealed but was actually utterly disgusting.
It wasn't a passion for the theory, but a covetousness of her identity.
The Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, a disciple of the Pope.
By getting close to her, you get close to everything.
"Yu Xiaogang".
Bibi Dong's voice turned cold.
"I have something to tell you."
Yu Xiaogang immediately adopted an expression of listening attentively, bowing slightly like a servant awaiting a reward.
Bibi Dong took Bai Yaoyue's hand, interlocked their fingers, and held it up in front of Yu Xiaogang.
"My junior brother and I are getting married. Don't come looking for me again."
Yu Xiaogang's expression froze.
He stared at the two tightly clasped hands, his gaze moving upwards until it landed on Bai Yaoyue's face.
Exquisitely beautiful, her azure eyes gazed at him calmly, as if looking at something insignificant.
Finally, he looked at Bibi Dong.
The light in those purple eyes was something he had never seen before.
It is endless joy.
He had never seen such an expression on Bibi Dong's face before.
It turns out she wasn't born cold and aloof.
She just doesn't smile at him.
Her eyes gradually reddened.
"You—you're going to marry this brat?"
He pointed at Bai Yaoyue, his fingers trembling.
"He's only a few years old!"
Bibi Dong's eyes turned completely cold.
"Even if my junior brother is young, he's still ten thousand times stronger than you. And you? Level twenty-two, mutated martial soul, mutated into trash. You don't even have the right to stand here and talk to him."
Each word is like a knife.
Yu Xiaogang's face went from flushed to deathly pale, then from deathly pale to a deep liver color, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips trembled.
"I—I was—it was Luo Sanpao—it wasn't my fault—"
He was furious and reached out to grab Bibi Dong's sleeve.
Bai Yaoyue's eyes turned cold.
Snapped.
A slap wrapped in holy light.
Yu Xiaogang was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.
Half of his face was swollen, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Bai Yaoyue withdrew her hand, looking down from her superior position.
"Don't touch my senior sister."
Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and panting heavily.
His gaze swept back and forth between the two men, his eyes brimming with resentment.
Dog men and women.
A callow youth.
He spent half a year at the Spirit Hall, racking his brains every day to create chance encounters and trampling his self-esteem underfoot to please a woman.
His talent, his ambition, everything—was all ruined by this little brat who suddenly came back.
Someday.
They must pay the price.
The Spirit Hall must pay the price.
Bai Yaoyue's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Divine Words".
Infuse with spiritual power.
A level 22 student facing a level 76 student doesn't even have the right to struggle.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in confusion.
"Tell me. What were you thinking just now?"
Yu Xiaogang's lips moved slightly.
"I will... make you pay the price... you despicable couple... you ruined my chance... one day... I will destroy the Spirit Hall... destroy you... kill you..."
The voice was flat and even, without any inflection.
It is precisely because there are no ups and downs that it is even more chilling.
Hidden beneath the mask of the "theorist" is a venomous snake.
Bibi Dong's face turned completely cold.
Bai Yaoyue withdrew her hand and looked at the guards around her.
"Did you hear me? Take him away and hand him over to the Pope for disposal."
The guards stepped forward and dragged Yu Xiaogang up.
Yu Xiaogang regained consciousness, his face deathly pale.
"No—it wasn't me—"
The voice was shrill, filled with despair.
Bai Yaoyue didn't look at him.
He took Bibi Dong's hand and turned to leave.
Behind him, Yu Xiaogang's hysterical shouts gradually faded into the distance.
Bibi Dong turned her head to look at Bai Yaoyue's profile.
Sunlight fell on his blond hair, reflecting a platinum halo.
good looking.
Too beautiful.
It's hers.
She tightened her fingers.
For the past six months, Yu Xiaogang has been harassing him like a fly, enduring the torment of waiting for his junior apprentice every day, and only able to fall asleep at night while holding his blanket.
All the anxiety exploded into fireworks at that moment.
My junior brother is back.
The junior brother slapped the rat away.
Her junior brother held her hand.
awesome.
"Junior brother."
"Um?"
"From now on, I'll let my senior sister hug me a little longer every day."
"……knew."
Bibi Dong laughed.
I pinched his cheek, then pinched it again.
Then I scooped him up and held him tightly in my arms.
I buried my nose in his hair and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the sun.
Her cheeks flushed instantly.
"The taste of my junior brother. The taste of the sun. My sun."
Bai Yaoyue rolled her eyes.
"Senior sister, I want to cultivate."
"it is good."
I didn't let go.
I carried him toward the training ground, nuzzling him and sucking on him as we walked.
Bai Yaoyue slumped in her arms, clearly already used to it.
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Inside the training ground.
Bai Yaoyue jumped down from Bibi Dong's arms and took out the soul bone that Gu Yuena had given him.
Its body is crystal clear, shaped like twelve outstretched wings, with liquid light flowing inside.
Just holding it in your hand makes the surrounding air feel crisper.
Bibi Dong sat to the side, her hands supporting her chin, her purple eyes unblinking.
Bai Yaoyue closed her eyes.
Eight illusory wings of light unfolded behind him.
Holy light emanated from within him.
As his wings unfurled, tiny specks of light swirled and formed a pale golden halo around him.
That face, already so exquisite it seemed unreal, appeared even more sacred and flawless under the holy light.
Bibi Dong's breathing became erratic, and her cheeks flushed.
Junior brother is really handsome.
His beauty was not earthly; it was a divine quality that emanated from his very bones.
The soul bone transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into Bai Yaoyue's palm.
Six pairs of enormous wings suddenly unfolded from behind him.
Holy light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire training ground with a flawless white glow, the light dust as white as snow.
Bai Yaoyue's soul power surged wildly.
Seventy-seven.
Seventy-eight.
seventy-nine.
Waves of divine power washed over the four walls, and patterns of light spread across the surface.
Twelve wings fully deployed
With each flap of its wings, shimmering patterns of light flowed across the tips of its feathers, scattering fine golden dust.
Bai Yaoyue opened her eyes.
Deep within his azure eyes, golden light patterns slowly rotated.
Causality Guaranteed: Passive. All attacks are augmented with causal correction and are guaranteed to hit.
Holy Light Resurrection: Revives any dead target and removes all negative status effects.
Automatically triggered upon death, granting invulnerability and doubled attack power.
In addition, the seventh soul skill granted by the 100,000-year soul ring of the Eight-Winged Light Tiger—
The Martial Soul True Form increases all attributes fivefold, and doubles the power of Light Soul Skills.
Light God Realm: Non-light attributes are weakened by half, and dark attributes are completely negated.
The enemy's attributes are reduced to 30%, and their soul power cannot be restored. The ally receives continuous healing and is granted divine protection.
Bai Yaoyue smiled broadly, her twelve wings fluttering.
"We've hit the jackpot!"
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
The seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Form.
The phantom of the Radiant Beast overlapped with him.
A blue stripe appeared on his face, extending from the corner of his eye to his cheekbone.
A pair of small white wings appeared on its head and waist.
The light in the entire training ground reached its peak.
The blue stripes added a touch of majesty, while the little white wings retained their cuteness.
The Son of God is born.
Bibi Dong stood up, her whole body trembling slightly.
It's so sacred.
So cute.
She lunged at him.
Before Bai Yaoyue could react, she was pulled into her arms.
She buried her nose in his hair and took a deep breath.
"The taste of my junior brother."
I took another drag.
"It's become more sacred."
My cheeks started rubbing.
They frantically rubbed against it.
His hands were also restless.
Bai Yaoyue was ruffled and tossed about, her crown askew, and her golden hair a mess.
"Senior sister! I just broke through!"
"Um."
It didn't stop.
Her lips brushed from his neck to his earlobe.
The rubbing gradually turned into kisses, one after another, on his cheeks, the back of his ears, and his neck.
Each strike made a sound.
Several light red marks quickly appeared on Bai Yaoyue's face.
"Senior sister—that's enough—"
"not enough."
Bibi Dong raised her head, her purple eyes veiled with a layer of mist.
She looked at Bai Yaoyue's face—that sacred and flawless face, now filled with sullen annoyance, her crown askew, her golden hair disheveled, and the marks she had left on her face.
It's hers.
They all belong to her.
Bibi Dong lowered her head again and pressed her lips to his mouth.
Bai Yaoyue completely gave up the struggle.