Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

If Bibi Dong is willing to help him, then, let alone breaking through level 30, even becoming a Soul Saint or Soul Douluo might not be impossible!

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists. He glanced at the still dark sky outside the window, took out the papal decree symbolizing his status as an elder of the Spirit Hall from his pocket, and held it tightly in his palm.

"Little mistress, for your future, your teacher has no choice but to swallow her pride and beg her."

Yu Xiaogang found an excuse for himself, pushed open the door, and walked straight toward the direction of the Papal Palace.

In Wuhun City, the white jade steps in front of the Papal Palace gleamed with a cold, hard light in the night.

Yu Xiaogang walked up the steps one by one. The night wind blew the hem of his clothes, but his back remained straight.

"Halt! This is the Papal Palace, a restricted area. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted entry!"

Two armored palace guards, their long spears crossed, blocked his path. Their gazes, hidden behind masks, swept over Yu Xiaogang, filled with undisguised scrutiny and contempt. His soul power fluctuations of just over level 30 were practically indistinguishable from those of an ordinary person in a place like Wuhun City, teeming with powerful individuals. This low-level soul master didn't even deserve to step onto these white jade steps.

Yu Xiaogang remained silent and showed no anger. He reached into his robes, pulled out a token, and held it up in the air.

The token features six lifelike carvings.

The two palace guards froze instantly. They abruptly pulled back their long spears, their armor slamming onto the white jade slab. The two men knelt on one knee, their heads bowed deeply.

"Greetings, Elder!"

Looking at the kneeling guards at his feet, Yu Xiaogang's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the papal decree. A long-lost, intoxicating sense of satisfaction spread throughout his body from his fingertips. For decades, he had endured enough of the scorn and ridicule of others; those so-called geniuses and strongmen looked at him like a stray dog.

Now, a mere token is enough to make these once high and mighty Spirit Hall elites kneel at his feet.

Yu Xiaogang put away the token, not even giving them a glance, and walked straight past the two of them toward the heavy and majestic gate of the Papal Palace.

He felt a vague sense of unease. Had Bibi Dong already gone to rest by now?

In fact, deep inside the Papal Palace, Bibidon was not asleep at all.

The main hall was unlit. Bibi Dong leaned back in her seat, her left cheek swollen high, the skin a horrifying purplish-red. Qian Xunji's slap had left more than just a physical wound; she didn't know what power he had used, but even with her strength, she couldn't heal it in a short time. The slightest movement of her soul power caused a burning pain on her face, like a thousand needles piercing her.

Adding to the humiliation, Qian Daoliu had personally visited during the day, his words of admonition and warning utterly trampled on her dignity as Pope. Torn between these two forms of humiliation, Bibi Dong was unable to sleep. She could only forcefully circulate her soul power in the empty hall, attempting to numb herself through cultivation.

"Knock knock".

The sound of guards reporting from outside the hall could be heard.

"Your Holiness the Pope, a middle-aged man with a crew cut and a somewhat melancholy expression requests an audience outside the hall. He is holding a papal decree."

Bibi Dong paused in her movement of circulating her soul power.

A melancholy crew-cut man.

These words were like a thorn piercing the softest and most festering corner of her heart. For twenty years, that name had lingered on her lips countless times, and now it had finally materialized into a living person outside the door.

Bibi Dong subconsciously straightened up, but the movement aggravated the wound on her face, causing her to gasp in pain.

How could she possibly see him in her current disheveled state, with her face completely disfigured and her head swollen like a pig's head?

"Let him in."

Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as ice, but her speech was a few decibels faster than usual: "Furthermore, issue my order: effective immediately, dismiss everyone from the Papal Palace. No one is to approach the palace without my permission."

"Yes!" The guard outside the door acknowledged the order and withdrew.

The footsteps faded into the distance. Bibi Dong immediately stood up and frantically rummaged through her storage soul tool for a black veil, completely covering the lower half of her face. Then, she channeled her soul power to condense an invisible barrier of distorted light around her face.

After doing all this, she sat back down and straightened the Pope's robes. Yu Xiaogang was merely a Great Soul Master; he absolutely couldn't see through her disguise of soul power.

A moment later, the gate slowly opened to both sides.

Yu Xiaogang stepped into the main hall. As he entered, the doors closed behind him, completely shutting out the outside light.

The hall was dark. Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his gaze passing through the long carpet and landing on the woman whose face was veiled in black gauze on the high platform.

The two stood several dozen paces apart, neither speaking first. A suffocating silence filled the air.

"You've arrived."

Finally, Bibi Dong broke the silence. Her voice, masked by her soul power, revealed neither joy nor anger, "It seems you've finally broken through the bottleneck that has plagued you for half your life. You've become a Soul Master?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists.

"I'm here." His voice was a little hoarse. "Yes, I've broken through to level 30."

Bibi Dong looked at the man below the steps. Twenty years of hardship had etched deep lines on his face; he had aged and become more颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and apathy).

"Then why did you come to see me tonight?" Bibi Dong asked.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and said without beating around the bush, "I've taken on a disciple. He's very talented; he has twin martial souls."

He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, before finally gritting his teeth and saying, "Theory is just theory when it comes to cultivating twin martial souls. You are the only person in the world who has successfully overcome the backlash of twin martial souls. I need your help."

Bibi Dong's gaze, hidden beneath the black veil, sharpened.

A disciple with twin martial souls?

Based on the intelligence gathered by the Spirit Hall during this period, the most eye-catching member of the Shrek Academy team in the Heaven Dou region is Yu Xiaogang's personal disciple.

"Tang San, is that right?" Bibi Dong's voice gradually turned cold. "His martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. His surname is Tang."

Bibi Dong stared into Yu Xiaogang's eyes and said, word by word, "How can a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass support the foundation of twin martial souls? He's not just Blue Silver Grass, is he? He might not even... have a Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, right?"

In this tournament, Shrek Academy didn't pursue a complete victory, only advancement. Therefore, Shrek Academy strategically surrendered in many matches. That's why Tang San always used Blue Silver Grass in battle and never revealed the Clear Sky Hammer in public.

Yu Xiaogang froze. He suddenly raised his head. He never expected that Bibi Dong would guess Tang San's background out of thin air just because he had only mentioned "twin martial souls".

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang didn't know how to answer and could only purse his lips tightly.