Chapter 7: and ===GLOSSARY===

Yu Xiaogang was kicked by Qianxunji, fell flat on his face, and after rolling twice on the ground, he wore a bewildered expression.

He had never doubted his judgment before; in his view, Qianxunji, as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, was very particular about etiquette and would absolutely not strike him for no reason.

Now his judgment was mistaken; not only did he not hear the respectful title 'Master', he was kicked instead.

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly got up, not daring to show too much anger, merely approaching Qianxunji with restrained anger and demanding:

"Qianxunji, why did you kick me for no reason?"

"I am a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect; is this how the Spirit Hall treats its guests?"

Smack!

Qianxunji furrowed his brows, slapped Yu Xiaogang across the face with a crisp slap.

At the same time, eight teeth flew out of Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

No!

Bibidong saw this, her face full of worry as she shouted 'No!' and shook Qianxunji's arm with both hands.

However, Qianxunji glanced at Bibidong and then set her down beside a chair.

Ah!

Suddenly, Bibidong let out a painful scream; it turned out that standing had tugged at her internal severe injury, a sharp tearing pain shot through her, causing her to cry out and she sank directly onto the chair.

Dong'er, Dong'er, what's wrong with you?

Yu Xiaogang heard Bibidong's cries, his face full of worry as he ran toward her.

However, a golden figure flashed past, and Yu Xiaogang collapsed with a thud.

Actually, Ju Douluo saw Qianxunji's intention clearly and, without hesitation, kicked Yu Xiaogang to the ground.

After kicking Yu Xiaogang, Ju Douluo looked at Qianxunji with an eager and alluring gaze, as if saying, 'Praise me, quick praise me.'

Qianxunji: '……'

Feeling Ju Douluo's alluring gaze, Qianxunji shuddered involuntarily in broad daylight.

Nevertheless, he offered a compliment:

Well done, Yue Guan.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, about to rise, when Qianxunji stepped on his face with a foot.

Qianxunji's Steel Body was incredibly formidable; in an instant, Yu Xiaogang felt as if a mountain had pressed down on him, his face stuck to the ground, unable to lift even a bit.

Yu Xiaogang glared angrily at Qianxunji and said:

"Qianxunji, a guest should be treated as such; why did you strike me without distinguishing right from wrong?"

"Haha!" Qianxunji chuckled, looking down at Yu Xiaogang beneath his foot, and said:

"You saw the Pope arrive, yet you didn't perform a respectful salute, instead turning your back on me; do you think you're something special?"

"Huh?" Yu Xiaogang stared, bewildered; he never imagined that Qianxunji would strike him over this.

If he had known, he wouldn't have bothered with pretenses; a proper salute would have spared him the beating.

Realizing this, Yu Xiaogang quickly changed his attitude and spoke respectfully:

"Your Holiness the Pope, I was just mistaken; may I be released?"

Bibidong, seated in the chair, watched this scene and felt that Yu Xiaogang was utterly abject before Qianxunji.

In her heart, for the first time, a unfavorable impression of Yu Xiaogang arose.

Qianxunji glanced at Bibidong, taking in her expression fully.

Although he only wanted Bibidong's body, Bibidong is the mother of his future daughter Qian Renxue, so it would be best for him and Bibidong to get along peacefully in the future.

Then, Qianxunji lifted his foot from Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly rose, forced a friendly smile, clasped his hands in salute, and said:

"May I ask…"

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish his words, Qianxunji's icy voice sounded.

Kneel and speak to the Pope!

The smile that had just risen on Yu Xiaogang's face vanished instantly; he had wanted to angrily retort to Qianxunji, but recalling the recent lesson, his words died in his throat.

But then he glanced at Bibidong watching him nearby; if he knelt, wouldn't Bibidong look down on him, and how would he ever win her over then?

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang's face hardened with resolve; he glared angrily at Qianxunji and shouted:

"Qianxunji, I am a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect; a scholar may be killed but not humiliated—I, Yu Xiaogang, will never kneel."

"Hehe… quite brave." Qianxunji murmured, then suddenly shot out a hand, seized Yu Xiaogang's throat, and lifted him entirely off the ground.

Huh… huh…

Yu Xiaogang made a hoarse sound from his throat; he felt excruciating pain in his neck, his bones cracking, as if they would snap at any moment.

Qianxunji gripped Yu Xiaogang with one hand, his sharp eyes fixed on him, and coldly said:

"Now, I give you one chance: kneel or not; answer incorrectly, and your only fate is… death!"

Hearing 'death,' Yu Xiaogang felt his brain jolt violently, his whole body turning cold.

At this moment, he no longer cared about maintaining his lofty image in Bibidong's heart; his mind held only one thought: to survive.

After all, once a person dies, they have nothing.

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth and struggled to say:

"I… huh… huh… I kneel…"

"Congratulations, you answered correctly!" Qianxunji gave a faint smile, loosened his grip, and Yu Xiaogang dropped straight to the ground.

Cough… cough…

Yu Xiaogang burst into violent coughs, rubbing his aching throat.

Huh? Qianxunji grunted.

Yu Xiaogang, upon hearing that, hurriedly coughed while kneeling on the ground.

"Not bad, not bad, enduring humiliation and bearing burdens!" Qianxunji patted Yu Xiaogang's head while praising him a few times.

He turned his head to look at Bibidong; indeed, Bibidong's face showed a faint disappointment.

However, Qianxunji knew that Bibidong was a devoted woman; her attitude toward feelings was as rare as her talent, one in ten thousand.

Just as Qianxunji had expected, Bibidong, looking at Yu Xiaogang under Qianxunji's threat, directly knelt down, casting all her dignity aside.

In the heart of Bibidong, a woman of monstrous talent who admires the strong, Yu Xiaogang's behavior directly caused her to be greatly disappointed in him.

However, Bibidong was extremely obsessed with feelings; even though Yu Xiaogang was such trash, so worthless, she still found excuses for him in her heart.

Xiaogang had a reason to kneel on the ground; he wanted to live, so naturally he had to kneel.

Qianxunji observed Bibidong's facial expression for a moment, then turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang and said:

"You were disrespectful to me just now; the majesty of the Spirit Hall Pope cannot be challenged, and you actually dare, like a toad craving swan meat, to schemingly approach our Spirit Hall's Saintess."

"So, now I grant you death."

As his words fell, Qianxunji, without giving Yu Xiaogang time to react, unleashed black soul power from his hand, directly slamming a fierce palm strike at Yu Xiaogang's head.

Yu Xiaogang indeed had not reacted yet; he only heard Qianxunji say that he knew he had deliberately approached Bibidong, and his heart immediately filled with fear.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, before he could react, Qianxunji said he was doomed, then brought down a palm strike.

Feeling the terrifying soul power on Qianxunji's large hand, Yu Xiaogang trembled all over and hastily said: …

(End of chapter)