After discussing with Qian Daoliu for quite a while, Yu Xiaowei returned to the clan feeling somewhat exhausted.
This time, his harvest was not small.
Unlike the last time, when Qian Daoliu came merely to confirm information with suspicion, now that the two sides had confronted each other, he would definitely follow through on what he said.
Bibi Dong was a proud and arrogant person.
Deep in her heart, she clearly loved Qian Renxue very much, but she couldn't express it, which led to a deadly confrontation between mother and daughter whenever they met.
So as long as the people around Bibi Dong gradually left her one by one, and then Qian Renxue appeared before her like a true angel and acknowledged their mother-daughter relationship—
The progress of the Rakshasa God Trial would definitely be disrupted.
In this way, I can delay for another year or two, giving myself more time and confidence to improve my combat power to be able to contend with Bibi Dong during this period.
It's just that talking to Qian Daoliu is exhausting. That old man has lived for over a hundred years and is still stubborn like a fool. I had to awaken him to everything.
No wonder Bibi Dong was marginalized in the original book.
As he was about to return home, Yu Xiaowei saw Yang Wudi standing at the door with a gloomy face, looking around.
For some reason feeling touched, he hurriedly shouted:
"Senior Yang, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Who would have thought the response would be a Soul-Breaking Spear.
Facing the Soul-Breaking Spear pointed at his throat, Yu Xiaowei asked in confusion:
"Senior Yang, what are you doing?"
"Tell me, what is your relationship with the Spirit Hall?"
Yang Wudi's face was cold and his words were murderous.
As he spoke, the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand seemed to grow even sharper, and Yu Xiaowei could feel a sting at his throat.
"Yang Wudi, stop it!!!"
"You bastard Yang, are you looking for death!!!"
"Yang Wudi, quickly lower that Soul-Breaking Spear, what are you doing!!!"
The intense killing aura from the spear shocked the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Yu Yuanzhen and Dugu Bo reacted the fastest, and Yu Luomian along with the three other clan elders also rushed out shortly after.
Everyone was stunned to see Yang Wudi and Yu Xiaowei in a standoff.
Yu Yuanzhen didn't care whether he could use his soul power or not; he was ready to strike to stop Yang Wudi.
Dugu Bo and Yu Luomian also released their martial souls, ready to act at any moment.
The situation became extremely tense.
Yet Yang Wudi wasn't afraid at all. He continued to glare coldly at Yu Xiaowei. Even in the face of so many titled and soul Douluos, his hand did not tremble.
At that moment, Yu Xiaowei had no doubt that before Dugu Bo and the others could stop him, Yang Wudi's spear would pierce his throat.
"Hahahaha——"
To everyone's surprise, faced with such danger, Yu Xiaowei suddenly burst out laughing.
"Senior, do you want to know why I contacted people from the Spirit Hall?"
"Speak."
Yang Wudi's voice was calm.
Yu Xiaowei crossed his arms with a relaxed expression, seemingly ignoring the Soul-Breaking Spear pointed at him.
"They agreed to send your brother back."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi was stunned, and his grip on the spear involuntarily loosened.
So it turned out he was overly sensitive because of this matter.
Just as Yang Wudi was about to put away his spear and apologize, he suddenly raised it again and shouted:
"No, you clearly said you were going to work with the Spirit Hall to trap Lao Baihe, and you tried to trick me with the excuse of rescuing Wushuang."
"Ahem, senior, you misunderstood. I didn't join hands with the Spirit Hall—it was they who came to me and begged for my help."
"Nonsense! Believe it or not, I'll stab you to death right now."
Yu Xiaowei looked around and saw they were all his own people, so he spoke.
"Senior, I would never harm the Minzhi Clan, nor would I allow them to suffer great losses. As for the rest, let's discuss it inside the clan. This matter involves sensitive secrets—I can't tell you out in the open."
"Uncle, Father, Senior Dugu, Great-Grandfather, Third Grandpa, Seventh Grandpa, it's fine. Senior Yang is not an enemy—don't be too tense."
After saying that, he waved to Yang Wudi and said with a smile:
"Senior Yang, come on, let's go inside and talk in more detail."
Seeing Dugu Bo and the others withdraw their martial spirits, Yang Wudi thought for a moment, then also put away his weapon and followed Yu Xiaowei.
If Yu Xiaowei was lying to him, he was confident that even if Dugu Bo and the others tried to kill him, he could still kill this boy first and bury him along with himself.
At the Spirit Hall
Bibi Dong sat in the meeting hall irritably, listening to Yue Guan's fiery speech.
Today's discussion was about Qian Daoliu's sudden attempt to seize power.
Those foolish worshippers, for some reason, wanted to interfere in the Elder Hall's affairs.
They could not tolerate such things.
You must understand: since the establishment of the Worship Hall, it had symbolized the Spirit Hall's top military power. So that they could cultivate peacefully, all administrative affairs of the Spirit Hall had been managed by the Elder Hall.
This rule had stood for hundreds of years, and no one dared defy it.
Now the Worship Hall had interfered with the Elder Hall—it had crossed the line. Even if Qian Daoliu was an Extreme Douluo, even if he was a great worshipper, he could not break the rules.
Therefore, all nine elders of the Elder Hall were furious and demanded an explanation from Bibi Dong.
Watching them quarrel endlessly, Bibi Dong knocked on her armrest in annoyance.
She didn't know what madness had overtaken Qian Daoliu, to openly start internal strife in the Spirit Hall.
From the start, the Worship Hall didn't align with her. Except for the Second and Third Worshippers who were closer to her faction, the others constantly opposed her.
But if she could win over the Second and Third Worshippers, she could get rid of Qian Daoliu, and the entire Spirit Hall would become her own stage.
Who would have guessed that at such a critical time, the Worship Hall would cause a ruckus.
Even the Second and Third Worshippers, who had once stood by her, declared they would go into seclusion and ignore outside matters. Bibi Dong was baffled. What made Qian Daoliu decide something like this?
You know, that old man feared division in the Spirit Hall the most, so she had gone along with his wishes all this time.
As Yue Guan and the others continued shouting, her annoyance grew, and an unreasonable wave of anger surged within her.
Bang —
With a loud thud of the royal staff hitting the floor, Yue Guan and the others immediately fell silent, and all eyes turned to Bibi Dong.
"Leave. I'll tell you when I've made a decision."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Seeing that Bibi Dong looked displeased, everyone quickly saluted and left.
Once the elders were gone, Bibi Dong, who had just appeared so regal, dropped her mask and sighed with a weary face, talking to herself.
"Xiaogang, you were right. Being the Pope is really hard."
Creak —
At that moment, the meeting hall door was pushed open again.
"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me unless it was important?"
The person didn't speak but stood silently at the door.
Bibi Dong didn't look up, just rubbed her temples, trying to soften her voice.
"If it's not important, leave. Don't disturb my rest."
But the person still didn't speak.
Coming to her without a word—this rude behavior made Bibi Dong even more annoyed.
Just as she was about to look up and scold, a somewhat reluctant voice was heard.
"Mom—"
Hearing that unfamiliar word, Bibi Dong suddenly raised her head, her lips trembled violently, and her whole body shook uncontrollably. Looking at Qian Renxue shouting and squirming, her tears burst like a dam, and she could no longer hold them back.