Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 329 Yu Xiaogang's Purpose
The Papal Palace is spacious and majestic.

"Why haven't you come yet..."

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back beneath the enormous six-winged angel relief, a symbol of supreme power. His brows were furrowed, revealing a hint of impatience.

After all, in the past, as long as he announced his name, Bibi Dong would come to see him almost immediately.

Even if there is a wait, it will not be too long.

But today...

The waiting time far exceeded his expectations.

He paced back and forth silently, his gaze frequently drifting to the heavy, closed side door leading to the Pope's resting area.

In his heart, he was thinking about the bet he had made with Tang Hao before he came!

……

……

Three hours ago, in an unnamed valley outside Wuhun City.

Tang Hao's tall figure leaned against the mottled stone wall, the shadow of his straw hat obscuring most of his face, leaving only his eyes, sharp as a hawk's even in the dim light.

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unyielding gravity:
“Master, we have to admit that that brat Dai Chengfeng from Xingluo is a tough nut to crack.”

"Xiao San's talent and hard work are beyond doubt, but now he has become Bibi Dong's disciple. Given Bibi Dong's methods..."

"The competition between him and his mistress is still too unpredictable."

"Even if he has found a way to deal with the difference in mental strength, and the gap in soul power can be made up with Xiao San's secret weapon, does he have any new trump cards?"

"Nobody can say for sure!"

Yu Xiaogang stood opposite Tang Hao.

Upon hearing the name Dai Chengfeng, he was reminded of the humiliation he had suffered from being looked down upon and lectured by this junior, Dai Chengfeng, and hatred immediately welled up within him.

His hands, clasped tightly behind his back, were gripped so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

But in front of Tang Hao, he forced himself to maintain that 'theoretically invincible' calmness: "Your Majesty Haotian is right, Dai Chengfeng is indeed troublesome."

"but……"

A glint of light flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, "I can find out his trump card!"

"Ok?"

Tang Hao slightly raised his head, his eyes in the shadows seeming to brighten for a moment: "You can know?"

Faced with Tang Hao's questioning, Yu Xiaogang straightened his back, looked directly at Tang Hao, and said decisively, "I know!"

"Bibi Dong!"

"Dai Chengfeng's greatest 'trump card' probably comes from the teachings of Pope Bibi Dong!"

"If I want to know, I'm sure I can dig out Dai Chengfeng's trump card from Bibi Dong!"

"what?!"

Tang Hao could not hide the shock in his eyes.

Who was Bibi Dong?

That was a peak Douluo who controlled the Spirit Hall, and even Tang Hao had to be somewhat wary of him!
How could Yu Xiaogang be so certain that he could extract Dai Chengfeng's trump card from her?

Between them...

Yu Xiaogang noticed the astonishment on Tang Hao's face and felt a surge of pride.

"Your Majesty! I will go and retrieve Dai Chengfeng's hidden trump card for Xiao San, so that Xiao San will truly know what's going on!"

Tang Hao stared intently at Yu Xiaogang. After a long while, a very subtle smile slowly appeared on his perpetually cold and hard face: "Yu Xiaogang, if you can really do it..."

"From that day forward, when I, Tang Hao, see you, I will respectfully address you as 'Master'!"

"I'm completely convinced!" "It's a deal!"

Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of pride, as if he could already see Bibi Dong revealing everything to him, and Tang Hao bowing his head before him with his arrogant face!

"A word is settled!"

Tang Hao's voice was deep and powerful.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang came back to his senses. He had thought that with his special relationship with Bibi Dong, he could find out about Dai Chengfeng's methods by asking around. After all, given Bibi Dong's arrogance and special feelings for him, she would not be wary of him at all.

Bibi Dong was Dai Chengfeng's teacher, so she would naturally know about Dai Chengfeng's methods.

"But now it seems..."

Yu Xiaogang looked at the empty hall again, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Outside the palace, the night was as dark as ink.

Finally, after Yu Xiaogang's long wait, the side door of the Papal Palace made a low sliding sound.

Tap, tap tap...

Accompanied by the crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels clicking on the ground, a stunningly beautiful figure stepped into the Papal Palace.

The moonlight shone down on the person who came, outlining an impeccable silhouette.

The newcomer wore the Pope's distinctive purple and gold robes, with wide sleeves and a trailing hem that gave her an aura of supreme majesty.
Her long, wine-red hair flowed like water, tied into a dignified and gorgeous high bun. A simple yet subtly soul-powerful purple-gold hairpin pierced through the hair, and a few strands of hair fell casually, adding a touch of languid allure.

Her long, fair neck gracefully supported her stunningly beautiful face.

Her skin was like fine oriental porcelain, delicate and smooth, without a trace of age.

But what was most unsettling were her eyes—deep purple, like a bottomless icy pool, containing a light that could terrify even a titled Douluo. Yet, at this moment, they were calm and still, sweeping across the vast palace before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang.

"Bibi Dong..."

Yu Xiaogang's heart suddenly went awry, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

That face, that figure, that domineering aura—these were the most intense imprints of his youth.

Even after so many years, even with resentment and complex calculations in his heart, when they met again, the old feelings mixed with amazement, infatuation, and even humility still easily affected his rationality.

He could almost hear the buzzing of his own blood rushing through his veins.

But soon, Yu Xiaogang lightly bit the tip of his tongue.

The sharp pain and the humiliation of being 'abandoned' back then instantly extinguished his momentary loss of composure, ultimately settling into a fleeting darkness deep in his eyes.

He bowed slightly, forcing his voice to remain steady:
"I have seen His Majesty the Pope."

Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks, standing several feet away from him.

She watched Yu Xiaogang bow, a complex emotion flashing in her deep purple eyes, but it quickly returned to its coldness.

"Elder Yu, what urgent matter do you wish to discuss with me so late at night?"

Yu Xiaogang's heart sank.

That tone...something's not right!

In the past, when she met me in private, her eyes would never have been so cold, and her tone would never have been so businesslike, carrying a deliberate sense of separation.

But Yu Xiaogang immediately rallied his spirits...

He still hasn't achieved his goal today, and he can't give up just because of the other party's strange behavior.

Thinking it over, Yu Xiaogang straightened his body, trying his best to maintain that so-called "master" demeanor, and squeezed out what he thought was a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were probing.

"I apologize for disturbing Your Majesty's rest, it's really..."

"It concerns the upcoming competition for the younger generation. I have some doubts in my mind. After thinking it over, I still think I can ask you for some advice, just to help the children fill in any gaps in their knowledge."

He spoke slowly and carefully chose his words, concealing his purpose under the guise of "seeking advice" out of concern for the growth of younger generations.

(End of this chapter)