Wuhun City.
Atop a pile of ruins, a group of deacons and Elders were tirelessly working.
The shattered Pope Hall was the face of the entire Martial Soul Hall.
Everyone was involved in the restoration of the Pope Hall, hastening the repair process.
Great Priest Qian Daoliu stood in the air with his hands behind him, supervising the work.
His face was green.
His eyes were sowhat vacant.
He still couldn’t accept the fact that Bossi had run away with Luo Yu.
"I have pursued her for so many years, and she’s never willing to even look in the eye."
"How did this kid manage to whisk her away without anyone noticing?"
"What kind of incredible ability does this kid have?"
He settled things with Bi Bidong, he also won over his own granddaughter, and even the goddess whom he had secretly loved for countless years.
"It’s unbearable for anyone."
Qian Daoliu felt that all the hardships he faced in his life added up were not as suffocating as today.
"Roar!!!"
Qian Daoliu could no longer maintain his calm, his chest filled with sorrow and anger.
He let out a sky-shaking roar.
The air vibrated, the ground shook, and the might of an Ultimate Douluo was displayed in full.
"Boom!"
The newly erected frawork of the Pope Hall couldn’t withstand this pressure and, after creaking twice, it collapsed with a thunderous crash.
At this mont, the Elders who were working on the building were dumbfounded.
Qian Daoliu was also stunned when he looked down.
A bunch of people, staring at each other with wide eyes, all stupefied in place.
Eventually, Qian Daoliu suppressed his inner embarrassnt and sternly scolded.
"What are you looking at? Didn’t you see that the Pope Hall has collapsed? Hurry up and rebuild it."
"Alright, understood!"
Down below, the Chrysanthemum Douluo had a smile on his face, but inside, he cursed.
"Wasn’t it you who roared it into collapsing? And you still have the nerve to rush us."
But then thinking about Qian Daoliu’s status, even the goddess was snatched away, he could not help but feel sympathy.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed.
So it turns out even a Great Elder can be pitiful.
"Swoosh!"
A blue arc of light sped through the sky, startling everyone.
Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes and watched intently.
When Luo Yu landed and appeared before everyone.
Everyone’s pupils constricted, and mouths gaped open.
Qian Daoliu’s old eyes trembled, his convictions shattered.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo inwardly exclaid "Holy sh*t."
"What...what is this situation?"
Luo Yu had a full, ruddy complexion, looking well-fed and satiated.
Under his left arm was Bossi, her clothing disheveled, unconscious.
Under his right arm was Bi Bidong, her phoenix eyes tightly closed, cheeks flushed.
This scene triggered the wild imaginations of the onlookers.
Qian Daoliu, with his keen sense of sll, felt as if he could detect a faint unusual scent in the air.
As a man who already had a granddaughter,
he was no stranger to this.
His face turned white, and he staggered.
"This kid has... has..."
"Sigh..."
In the end, he sighed deeply. In just a mont, he seed to have aged more than ten years, his once straight back now stooped.
As for the Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other Elders and deacons, their mouths were wide open.
Though they said nothing, it felt like everything had been said.
Luo Yu politely smiled and said, "Guest Elder Qian Daoliu, could you arrange a larger room for us?"
"Yes...yes..."
Qian Daoliu’s heart bled, but he had to show a kindly smile and respond.
"That... What happened to them?"
Luo Yu replied, "They were poisoned, so I need a room with a large bed... a large room to help heal them."
Qian Daoliu’s face twitched.
He forced a smile, "Sure, no problem."
Inside he cursed, "They were obviously poisoned by you."
Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed his head, curled up in a small corner, deeply afraid that Luo Yu would set his sights on him.
Recalling the grand words he had spoken before, they now felt like a death curse, giving the other a reason to crush him to death.
The bolder he was before, the more afraid of death he beca now.
He could clearly sense that his Hyper Douluo cultivation, which might have been impressive in front of others, was no different from trash in front of Luo Yu.
In fact, Luo Yu couldn’t be bothered to give such a petty figure a single glance.
He wouldn’t take him seriously at all.
Under the guidance of Qian Daoliu, they ca to a room decorated in opulent luxury, magnificent and splendid.
Watching Luo Yu gently lay Bi Bidong and Bossi on the bed,
Qian Daoliu, who followed behind, twitched uncontrollably.
Could he say that he was dying of jealousy right now?
Luo Yu turned around slowly.
Looking at Qian Daoliu,
"Would you mind closing the door for , please?"
"Err... Sure!"
The always imposing Great Elder Qian Daoliu, at this mont, acted very honestly, with none of his usual dignity and sharp edges.
He obediently walked out and closed the door for Luo Yu.
As an old demon who had lived for so many years and knew all the ways of the world,
he naturally wouldn’t do anything futile considering the goddesses were beyond his reach now.
Now the most important thing was to keep this little ancestor, Luo Yu, happy.
After witnessing Luo Yu’s abnormal and heaven-defying strength, his faith had changed.
Previously, Qian Daoliu had worshipped the God of Light.
Now, he worshipped Luo Yu!
What use was face? Qian Daoliu had a premonition that as long as he could hitch a ride on Luo Yu’s warship, he would definitely reach new heights in life.
Looking back at the tightly closed door of the room,
Qian Daoliu’s old face quivered.
Countless nights, he had fantasized about being alone in a room with Bossi.
But in the end, fantasy was just fantasy, shattered by reality.
Sounds resembling muffled moans seed to be emanating from the room.
Struck by lightning, Qian Daoliu felt as if he was about to split in half.
He left that heart-wrenching place as if he were fleeing.
In fact, nothing had happened inside the room.
Luo Yu hadn’t done anything.
He simply helped Bi Bidong and Bossi remove their coats,
worried that they would not sleep comfortably.
...
Night had fallen, and stars twinkled intermittently.
Moonlight slipped through the cracks of the window into the room.
Bi Bidong woke up first.
Upon seeing Bossi sleeping beside her, she felt naturally jealous, but Luo Yu’s sweet talk smoothed things over.
"Dong’er, technically speaking, Tiandou City’s grand tournant should have ended by now, right? Isn’t it ti for the continental Senior Soul Master competition finals? Why haven’t I seen any of the contestants?"
Bi Bidong rolled her eyes.
"You ca back late, alright? The competition has already ended."
"Ended? Okay then," Luo Yu nodded.
Bi Bidong asked, "Aren’t you curious who won the championship?"
Luo Yu smiled as he played with Bi Bidong’s smooth and supple fingers.
"Of course it’s Xiaowu, Rongrong, and their team."
"With Xiaowu and Zhu Qing sister aggressively leading the charge, and Rongrong and Lingling providing their heaven-defying support, who could stand against them?"
"Only the sisters Shui Yue’er and Xue Wu, whom I personally trained, would have the capacity to contend, but still, they fall slightly short."
"Hmph, so boring, you guessed everything," Bi Bidong pouted, looking displeased.
"But you’re still wrong."
"The finals were indeed between Shrek and Tian Shui Academy."
"Only, there was no victor between them."
"No victor?" Luo Yu was sowhat surprised.
"Yes," Bi Bidong nodded, her eyes complex, "all because of you, this damnable man."
"Both teams voluntarily conceded, stating they didn’t want to fight amongst themselves in the harem."
"Ssss—"
Luo Yu, too, felt sowhat unexpected.
The harmony between the won filled him with an inexplicable satisfaction.
"Hmph! I haven’t even had the chance to settle the score with you."
"You developed those two monstrous teams, and our poor Nana suffered terribly for it," Bi Bidong sharply pinched Luo Yu.
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