Chapter 16 Bibi Dong: Qian Renxue Becomes a Disciple?! How Does She Compare to a God?!
At the same time.
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
Inside the magnificent and solemn hall, a suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.
Bibi Dong leaned back on the magnificent papal throne, holding a scepter, her purple eyes holding a lazy scrutiny as she listened to the report from the dark figure kneeling on one knee below.
"What did you say?"
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a chill that went straight to the bone.
"Xue'er...she's become an apprentice?"
The shadowy figure, Ghost Douluo, lowered his head even further.
"Yes, Your Majesty. According to the message sent back by Yue Guan, the young master has taken a young man in white robes as his master in Tian Dou City."
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly.
With Qian Renxue's inherently proud nature, how could she possibly easily accept someone as her master?
Who on the entire continent is qualified?
"Who is that young man?"
Ghost Douluo's voice was somewhat hesitant.
"I don't know. Yue Guan said that the person looked to be no more than twenty years old, but his strength was unfathomable. He defeated the combined forces of the Serpent Spear and the Porcupine Douluo with just one move using only the sword sheath."
A hint of surprise flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
In his early twenties? Defeated two Title Douluos in one move?
How is that possible?
She went through all the famous powerhouses on the continent in her mind, but none of them matched up.
Which reclusive old monster used a secret method to maintain his youthful appearance?
After a moment of thought, Bibi Dong suddenly curled up a mocking sneer at the corner of her mouth.
"Never mind."
"If she wants to become an apprentice, then let her go."
"What kind of trouble can a nobody who suddenly appears out of nowhere cause?"
Bibi Dong slowly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the main hall, and looked down at the magnificent Wuhun City. Her purple eyes were filled with absolute confidence and control.
"Qian Renxue, do you think you can escape my control just by acknowledging a master?"
"Innocent."
"Even if your so-called master is very powerful, can he be stronger than me?"
Her voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a hint of divine indifference and disdain.
"Can you possibly defeat the Rakshasa God?"
...
On the other side, Shrek Academy.
In the secluded grove behind the mountain, there was an extremely oppressive and sinister atmosphere.
Ma Hongjun squatted under a big tree, clutching his hair tightly with both hands. His bloodshot eyes looked like those of a wild beast ready to devour its prey.
He had changed completely ever since he escaped from the clutches of that man in white.
She was no longer the somewhat lecherous and lazy, but still cheerful, fiery phoenix.
He became taciturn, his eyes were gloomy, and he always exuded a resentful aura that kept strangers at bay.
The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone, and the feeling of permanent physical deformity, tormented him day and night.
He became a useless person.
A useless person who can't even be considered a man!
He dared not tell anyone about this.
That's so embarrassing.
He, Ma Hongjun, one of the Shrek Seven Devils and a future Title Douluo, was actually crippled and turned into a eunuch!
If this gets out, how can he face anyone in this world?
But the hatred in his heart grew wildly like weeds. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, the white figure and the invisible sword energy filled him with fear and made him wish he could eat its flesh and sleep on its skin!
"ah--!"
He let out a suppressed growl and slammed his fist into the ground, creating a shallow crater in the hard surface from his soul power.
Whenever I recall that day, I can't suppress the overwhelming hatred I feel.
Just then, a rough voice came from not far away.
"Fatty! Where have you been slacking off again?"
It's Zao Wou-Ki.
Ma Hongjun froze, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and panicked instantly.
He instinctively tried to stand up, but his body's instincts kept him in that humiliating position.
He is... urinating.
In a way he had never imagined in his life.
"Fatty? Did you hear me? Get the hell out here right now!"
Zhao Wuji pushed aside the bushes and strode over.
The next second, the impatience on his face froze into utter astonishment.
What did he see?
His student, Ma Hongjun, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, actually... squatted on the ground to urinate?
Zhao Wuji's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"What...what's going on with you?"
He pointed at Ma Hongjun, his voice stammering, unable to find the right words to describe the bizarre scene before him.
Ma Hongjun's face flushed red instantly.
It's been discovered.
Shame, embarrassment, resentment, bitterness...
A mix of emotions overwhelmed him and broke down his last line of defense.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.
"Teacher Zhao..."
"I've been turned into a eunuch!"
Zhao Wuji's mind went blank for a moment, and he was completely stunned.
"What did you say?"
As if he had found an outlet, Ma Hongjun recounted his experience at the city gate that day, with tears streaming down his face.
When Zhao Wuji heard that the man in white had crippled Ma Hongjun with just an invisible sword aura, his face turned so dark it seemed like water could drip from it.
"Teacher Zhao, you are incredibly powerful, a Soul Saint! Could you... could you help me avenge myself?"
Ma Hongjun raised his head, his eyes filled with a hint of pleading and hope.
This is his only hope now.
Looking at his student's pitiful yet hateful appearance, Zhao Wuji felt a surge of anger well up inside him.
When has Zhao Wuji, the student of the mighty Vajra Bear, ever suffered such an immense injustice?
This is no longer a simple lesson; it's a blood feud that could wipe out one's lineage!
"Oh shit!"
Zhao Wuji slammed his fist into a large tree next to him, causing the entire tree to shake violently.
"Anyone who dares to touch Shrek Academy's people is asking for trouble!"
He helped the distraught Ma Hongjun to his feet and said in a deep voice:
"Don't worry, Fatty."
"I'll avenge you!"
Upon hearing this, Ma Hongjun felt as if he had grasped a lifeline, and his tears flowed even more fiercely as he kept muttering to himself.
"Thank you, Teacher Zhao... Thank you, Teacher Zhao..."
...
Baicaotang, backyard.
A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves.
Qian Renxue held a long sword, her figure graceful and elegant. She performed a set of sword techniques with fluid movements, the sword flashing and stirring up fallen leaves.
Since the day she refined the whale glue, her soul power not only broke through to level 76, but her spirit and energy also reached an unprecedented peak.
In the past few days, she has been learning new sword techniques from Qian Daobai. Every interaction with him has refreshed her understanding of her master to a new level.
"wrong."
A voice rang out.
Qian Renxue's swordplay faltered, and she stopped, looking at Qian Daobai, who stood with his hands behind his back, with some confusion.
"Master, what did I do wrong?"
Qian Daobai stepped forward slowly and took the longsword from her hand.
"Your sword has form, but no intention."
As he spoke, he casually twirled his sword.
It was the exact same starting stance as Qian Renxue's, but in his hands, the ordinary iron sword seemed to come alive.
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