Chapter 113: The Death of Bibi Dong
"Blue Silver Grass, huh?"
In the Clear Sky Sect's Main Hall, Tang Xiao gazed at the blue-glowing grass in Tang San's hand. A faint silver vein ran through it, though barely visible. His eyes filled with memories—as if he were seeing Ah Yin again. But Ah Yin's Blue Silver Grass had golden veins—hers was the Blue Silver Emperor.
Tang Xiao sighed quietly, a touch of melancholy in his heart. He had hoped Tang San would awaken the Clear Sky Hammer. If it had been innate full soul power Clear Sky Hammer, he would've raised him as the sect's next successor.
But instead, Tang San's martial soul was Blue Silver Grass. No Clear Sky Hammer? Then he wasn't truly of the Tang bloodline. His descendants couldn't even be entered into the family registry.
The Clear Sky Sect was clearly weak in theoretical knowledge. In the original timeline, when Tang San returned, the elders wanted to kick him out because they thought Blue Silver Grass was a waste. Even after learning he had twin martial souls, aside from Tang Xiao, none questioned the match between a waste martial soul and Clear Sky Hammer—they assumed it was just a mutated Blue Silver Grass.
"Uncle, I want to leave the Clear Sky Sect."
"Where do you want to go?"
Tang Xiao didn't reject him. Without the Clear Sky Hammer, Blue Silver Grass was just a waste. Even innate full soul power couldn't change that. Just like Yu Xiaogang—great theories, but hard limits.
Tang San wasn't considered a true Tang. Even if beaten half to death—or to death—those responsible might get a slap on the wrist. Letting him go was probably best.
"I want to go to the border of the Heaven Dou Empire. To any low-level soul master academy."
"Why so far?"
Of course, Tang San couldn't explain he needed to find Xiao Wu. If they knew she was a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast, the sect would lock her up immediately. If he revealed his second martial soul, they'd never let him leave. He had to stick to the script and get the Mandala Snake ring.
"I'm scared… scared they'll come after me if I stay close."
His voice trembled as if he truly had PTSD. In truth, he did.
"…Alright. I'll have someone escort you."
Tang Xiao's heart ached for his nephew. The past two and a half years of bullying had been too dark. One time, he'd been stripped naked, beaten bloody, and tossed out of the woods—seen by half the sect. His pride had been shattered.
Another time, if not for a Speed Clan disciple calling White Crane, Tang San would've been drowned in a latrine. Since then, he hadn't left his room until his martial soul awakened.
"If you ever feel alone out there, write to me. I'll always be your family."
Tears welled in Tang San's eyes. This—this was what fatherly love was. Real, pure. Not the disappointed coldness of his past life when Tang Hao saw the Blue Silver Grass. Not the sudden warmth after revealing the hammer.
Tang Xiao had always cared.
Soon after, Tang San left with gold soul coins and cultivation supplies, escorted by a Soul Emperor toward Nuoding City and its academy.
Tang Xiao wanted him to get a hundred-year soul ring before leaving, but Tang San refused. He'd read Yu Xiaogang's theories thoroughly. The first ring was foundational—randomly choosing one would ruin his path.
Best to follow the script and find the Mandala Snake.
On the carriage, he lifted the curtain and looked to the sky, eyes full of longing.
"Xiao Wu… are you well? Have you, like me and Rongrong, returned? It's been six years… have you missed me? Your Third Brother is on his way."
Meanwhile, in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was also time for martial soul awakening.
Everyone's eyes were on a little girl in a blue skirt, her chestnut hair flowing behind her. Her features were so delicate, she looked like a porcelain doll. Her skin was silky smooth—pure white, with not a single blemish. She held a glittering, rainbow-colored pagoda.
Who else could it be but Ning Rongrong?
Elder Ning Que, overseeing her awakening, froze. With that chestnut hair dyed pink, she'd be the spitting image of the long-lost "Little Princess" Bibi Dong.
He had his suspicions—but dared not voice them. Two years ago, Ning Fengzhi had made Bibi Dong a taboo topic. Anyone who spoke her name would face punishment.
Suddenly, Bone Douluo said, "Fengzhi, look closely. Rongrong's pagoda… doesn't it look different?"
Ning Fengzhi stared. "One, two… eight? Eight layers?! The Eight-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
His heart surged. It had been worth it—all of it. The secret breeding of Bibi Dong had given him Gu Chen, the twin martial soul genius with full soul power. Now, the eight-layer pagoda!
They could rename the sect—the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
In that moment, a flicker of killing intent passed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes. Bibi Dong had outlived her usefulness. It was time for her to disappear from the world.
Ning Rongrong stood dumbfounded, then was overwhelmed with joy. Eight-Treasure Pagoda—was this the blessing of reincarnation? If she used the Qiluo Tulip Tang San gave her, could she reach the Ten-Treasure Pagoda?
Ning Fengzhi brought out the crystal. "Rongrong, place your hand on it."
She did. It burst into light—innate full soul power.
"Eight-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! Innate full soul power! Heaven bless the Seven Treasures!"
Meanwhile, in a dark chamber beneath the sect…
A frail, bony woman in chains, her skin pale, hair coarse and matted—no one would believe this was once the pride of Heaven Dou, the "Little Princess" Bibi Dong.
She wore a long dress, but nothing underneath. You know why.
The door creaked open.
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo entered.
Ning Fengzhi looked at her with cold indifference. No pity, no interest. Bibi Dong was a hollow shell—barely even reacting to what had once been abuse. She hadn't spoken in ages—not even during… those times.
"Uncle Gu, kill her. Erase her completely. Leave no bones behind."
Hearing this, a faint spark returned to Bibi Dong's empty eyes. Her fingers twitched.
"Bibi Dong, you brought this on yourself. You ignored every chance we gave you," Bone Douluo said.
"GaaAAaAaAaHHhHH—!"
A voice like a ghost escaped her lips. Her face twisted in rage. Her chains rattled violently. She glared at them like she wanted to rip their flesh, drink their blood, grind their bones to dust.
She cursed them with every ounce of her being.
"NiiiINg—Feng—ZHHHHHHI—!"
"GU—RONG—!"
Her words were mangled, but the hatred was crystal clear.
She hated Ning Fengzhi, hated Gu Rong, hated Chen Xin for doing nothing, hated Qian Xunji for sending her to this hell.
She hated the world—everything but Yu Xiaogang.
Ning Fengzhi waved dismissively.
With a casual palm strike, Bone Douluo enveloped her in black soul power. Bibi Dong exploded—bones and flesh scattered—her remains teleported who-knows-where.
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