The prison in Spirit Hall City had excellent soundproofing.
From the outside, one couldn't tell what was happening inside at all.
The group had just entered the prison.
"Bibi Dong, you promiscuous woman..."
The sound of endless ranting could be heard from within.
And the owner of this voice was someone everyone was extremely familiar with.
Bibi Dong walked at the front, with the two guardians, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, slightly behind her. Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen were further back, and at the very end were the two Title Douluo, Sword and Bone, along with the tag-along Ning Rongrong.
However, at this moment, aside from Ning Rongrong, everyone else wished they hadn't heard this voice.
Especially Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
Damn, Yu Xiaogang, you're something else. In the Spirit Hall prison, you dare to call Bibi Dong a promiscuous woman and accuse her of having an affair with Qian Xunji.
Logically speaking, that was indeed the case, and as close aides during Qian Xunji's era, Chrysanthemum and Ghost were the ones who knew the events of those years best.
But still, a new ruler brings new subordinates.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged a glance, wishing they could plug their ears.
"Hohoho, how impressive!" Bibi Dong smiled without warmth, a vein popping on her forehead. "Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, what do you think?"
"Uh..." Hearing Bibi Dong's question, the two of them immediately tensed up.
What did they think? What could they think?
They could only stand there and watch!
But one couldn't just say that, could they?
Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to speak, Ghost Douluo cut in first, afraid that this effeminate man's words might anger the Pope and lead to a whipping.
Ahem, "Your Holiness, Yu Xiaogang is indeed... well, exceptionally bold..."
Although Bibi Dong had implied that she had moved on, who could really be sure?
Best to stick to the positives!
At least then, they might avoid a lashing when they returned.
"Heh, exceptionally bold." Bibi Dong chuckled. "Indeed, exceptionally bold. Worthy of being the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch, don't you think, Patriarch Yu?"
Yu Yuanzhen's scalp tingled, especially when Bibi Dong directed the question at him.
Damn it!
Yu Xiaogang, you're not my son—you're my living ancestor!
From ancient times to the present, you're probably the only one who could point at a 99th-ranked Limit Douluo and curse at her while being a mere 31st-ranked Soul Elder. Truly, your courage is unmatched.
But...
This was something the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would have to clean up.
Decades had passed, and yet you still hadn't grown a brain?
Did you really think that just because you managed to fool people back then, you could roam freely in Spirit Hall?
Ahem, "Your Holiness, perhaps we should go take a look first?" After a long pause, Yu Yuanzhen finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Indeed. Otherwise, Patriarch Yu might accuse us of forcing Yu Xiaogang to curse at me." Bibi Dong's tone was chillingly terrifying.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and the pink-haired Ning Rongrong...
They were happily eating melons and watching the show, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
This was the difference between having power and not having power.
Bibi Dong could flip the table on Yu Yuanzhen, leaving him trembling in fear.
But did the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School need to fear her?
Just as Ning Rongrong had once said: as long as they were strong enough, even if Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, and Qian Renxue were caught in a three-way family drama, they could sit back, munch on melon seeds and popcorn, and watch the show.
And the others would just have to swallow their anger and endure it.
That's right.
With two 98th-ranked Title Douluo, plus Ning Fengzhi and the little transparent Ning Rongrong...
Front-row melon-eating was just that audacious.
Before long, the group followed the sounds to the cell where Yu Xiaogang was being held.
Yu Xiaogang was still cursing, and his words were growing increasingly foul.
It was no different from pointing at a monk and calling him bald.
"Bibi Dong, you—"
"Oh, what about me?" Bibi Dong's voice was eerily calm. "Yu Xiaogang, oh Yu Xiaogang, did failing to obtain the cultivation method for twin martial souls turn you into such a clown?"
"After borrowing Spirit Hall's resources and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's knowledge to scrape together a self-proclaimed 'Grandmaster' title, have you completely lost sight of your own worth?"
Yu Xiaogang did have some ability, but how much was debatable.
Bibi Dong spoke like this, yet Yu Yuanzhen didn't dare to refute her. He truly didn't know how to. Earlier, when he saw the recorded projection of Yu Xiaogang shamelessly begging for the twin martial soul cultivation method...
In the history of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, there had never been someone so brazenly shameless.
And yet, this person was his son.
It was like absurdity opening the door for absurdity—absurdity had come home.
"Bibi Dong, let me out!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, his face sporting two panda-eye bruises. His entire head was swollen like a pig's, his clothes disheveled, and his body covered in wounds. Clearly, he had been beaten.
Yu Yuanzhen also saw this scene.
But he didn't dare say a word!
Insulting the Pope of the Spirit Master Holy Land to her face—and she was a Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of spirit masters!
The fact that Yu Xiaogang hadn't been beaten to death was already thanks to their ancestors burning incense.
While Yu Yuanzhen was muttering to himself, Yu Xiaogang seemed not to notice the others, focusing only on Bibi Dong.
Thus, he continued his tirade:
"Bibi Dong, you're scheming! But don't think you can make me, Yu Xiaogang, submit!"
"I am the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Thunder Dragon Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen! Even if you have people beat me, torture me, I will never bow to a promiscuous woman like you, who had an affair with Qian Xunji!"
"I will make sure the entire Douluo Continent knows about your deeds!"
"Let everyone see what kind of person you truly are beneath that Pope's facade!"
"Ahahahaha, ahahahahaha!"
Yu Yuanzhen: "..."
Bibi Dong's brow furrowed slightly. She waved her hand, signaling Ghost Douluo to fetch the prison warden and ask what had happened here.
She hadn't given Yu Xiaogang any special treatment.
When she threw him into prison, she hadn't put him in a solitary cell—he had been placed in a general holding area.
And yet, not only had Yu Xiaogang been beaten, but he was also now in a solitary cell, bruised and swollen?
This was a bit strange.
Before long, a burly, scar-faced man entered with Ghost Douluo.
"Your Holiness, you summoned me?"
"Mm. What happened with Yu Xiaogang?" Bibi Dong asked casually.
"Well..." The burly man hesitated, then smiled bitterly. "We didn't beat him. We moved him to solitary because we were afraid he'd be killed. But who knew..."
From the warden's explanation, the group finally understood.
Damn you, Yu Xiaogang. Are you suffering from persecution delusions?
Turns out, Yu Xiaogang had initially been placed in a shared cell with other prisoners.
But he had a death wish, provoking everyone and calling himself the "Grandmaster" this and that, even claiming to have some special relationship with the Pope. Naturally, he got beaten up by one of the tougher inmates.
If the guards hadn't intervened, he wouldn't just be bruised—he'd either be dead or hanging on by a thread.
So, the warden and the other prison staff discussed it.
After all, Yu Xiaogang was someone Bibi Dong had explicitly ordered not to be abused or killed. Yet, he clearly couldn't stop stirring trouble—and worse, he couldn't even fight back.
In the end, they had no choice.
They moved him to a solitary cell. The bruises and swollen face were from the beatings he took in the shared cell a few days ago and hadn't fully healed yet.
But the problem was...
After being moved to solitary confinement, Yu Xiaogang started claiming that Pope Bibi Dong had ordered people to beat him up.
How impressive! The Pope of Spirit Hall, pulling strings to target you, Yu Xiaogang?
You might as well claim that the Pope's disciple, Hu Liena, is in love with you—that would be more believable!
The Pope is a Limit Douluo, a top-tier powerhouse on par with the High Priest.
Would she even glance at someone like you?
Nonsense! Utter nonsense!
But there was nothing the warden could do. He had some sense and knew that if the Pope paid attention to this man, he must have ties to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
So, he could only pretend not to hear.
Thus, Yu Xiaogang continued to curse daily, still receiving three meals a day and living quite comfortably.