Chapter 54 58.59. My Martial Soul Is the Golden Saint Dragon
It's over, I'm done for! Yu Xiaogang thought in despair; he hadn't expected that Qian Xunji would know all about his scheme.
The pressure of soul power came quickly—and left quickly.
Qian Xunji withdrew the pressure and then asked, "Tell me, are your feelings for the Holy Maiden sincere?"
Yu Xiaogang fell silent. All his schemes had been exposed to Qian Xunji; there was absolutely no way he would be let off. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well craft an image of a devoted lover before he died—let Bibi Dong remember him and hate Qian Xunji, let teacher and disciple turn on each other.
Qian Xunji, even if I die, I won't let you have it easy. Bibi Dong, become the blade of my revenge!
Having resolved that, a wicked resolve rose in Yu Xiaogang's chest. He resolutely nodded and put on an infatuated expression as he said, "Your Holiness the Pope, my feelings for Dong'er are witnessed by heaven and earth, witnessed by all beings."
Qian Xunji snapped angrily, "Yu Xiaogang, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
"Your Holiness, even if you kill me, it won't change my devotion to Dong'er," Yu Xiaogang said, stiffening his neck.
"All right. If you say you love Dong'er and continue to deceive her, I will kill you. But if you confess the real reason you approached her, I will spare your life!" Qian Xunji demanded.
Yu Xiaogang realized Qian Xunji still cared deeply about Bibi Dong—after all, twin martial souls were that important; even a great force like the Spirit Hall couldn't simply discard them. In that case, if Yu Xiaogang wanted to live he couldn't blurt out the truth. Instead, he had to cling to Bibi Dong, hold her tightly to hold Qian Xunji's weakness, and fight for any chance of survival.
"Then I'd rather die than abandon my love for Dong'er," Yu Xiaogang declared resolutely, and he looked at Bibi Dong with deep affection.
Bibi Dong also looked at him tenderly. Seeing that she had been captivated by him again, Yu Xiaogang turned his face slightly and showed a small triumphant smile.
"Hahaha." Qian Xunji let out a big laugh. "So you're a tough one. I suppose your devotion to Dong'er is genuine after all!"
Yu Xiaogang was stunned. What was Qian Xunji doing—confirming that he truly loved Dong'er??
"Are you willing to give up everything for Dong'er?" Qian Xunji shifted tone.
"Yes, even my life." Yu Xiaogang answered without hesitation.
"Good. You remember why you came to our Spirit Hall—wasn't it to find a way to resolve your martial soul's malignant mutation?" Qian Xunji said.
"But—" Yu Xiaogang continued to play the part of the lovesick man, "since the moment I saw Dong'er, I realized my goal changed. What I desire most now is Dong'er's love."
Qian Xunji ignored Yu Xiaogang's show and continued, "Just because you haven't found a solution doesn't mean our Spirit Hall has no way." With that, Qian Xunji took a golden fruit from a soul-guiding device.
Yu Xiaogang didn't know what it was, but when he saw it, his martial soul for the first time transmitted a surging desire: he must obtain it. The Golden Saint Dragon—that was his lifelong longing. At the first sight of it, Yu Xiaogang had never felt the Golden Saint Dragon so close. He was certain that if he got it and consumed it, his martial soul would immediately evolve into the Golden Saint Dragon. He would wash away the label of trash and his future would be bright.
"The Golden Yunlong Fruit. If a dragon-type martial soul ingests it, it will surely promote evolution. It should help this pig transform into a dragon, becoming the Golden Saint Dragon," Qian Xunji said, turning the golden Yunlong Fruit over in his hand and explaining patiently.
"Your Holiness." Yu Xiaogang stared at the golden fruit like a man possessed. If his strength allowed, the first instant he saw it he would have summoned Luo Sanpao, let it fart a thunderclap and kill Qian Xunji to snatch the fruit away.
"You said your love for Dong'er is witnessed by heaven and earth, and that you'd give up everything for her. Now I'll give you a chance to get this Golden Yunlong Fruit from me. I give you two choices: the Golden Yunlong Fruit, or Dong'er."
"If you choose the Golden Yunlong Fruit, that proves you don't love Dong'er as you claim; you merely used her. I will bestow this fruit to you, but from now on you must never appear before the Holy Maiden again." Qian Xunji's voice turned icy and murderous, and his fierce aura made Yu Xiaogang's body tremble.
"If you choose Dong'er, then your prior words were true. I won't be the one to break lovers apart; I can let Dong'er be promised to you. A reminder: if you choose Dong'er, don't hope to get this celestial object in the future. There is only one such fruit in the Spirit Hall. I will immediately give it to a suitable person to consume, cutting off any chance of you obtaining it again. Now, Yu Xiaogang, make your choice."
Could he say he wanted both?
Yu Xiaogang cursed inwardly. Damn it—if he'd known the Spirit Hall had this treasure, he shouldn't have exposed himself so early. He should have served the Spirit Hall faithfully for another two years, used Bibi Dong to scheme for the fruit, leveraged her Holy Maiden identity and Qian Xunji's favor—getting the fruit would not have been difficult. Once he had the fruit, only then would he spirit her away. That would have been a true double win—Yu Xiaogang would win twice.
Now he faced a choice between fish and bear's paw: which to pick? He knew in his heart what he wanted most, but...
Yu Xiaogang hesitated and looked at the Pope.
Qian Xunji said, "I swear by my Spirit Hall: whatever choice you make, I will honor this agreement and in the end spare your life."
Yu Xiaogang first looked at Bibi Dong. If he chose her, he would gain a supremely talented genius whose decades of training could make her a Title Douluo, serving as his soul-power battery and as an excellent host body. She could transmit training to him, bear exceptionally gifted offspring, and so on.
He then looked at the Golden Yunlong Fruit in Qian Xunji's other hand. Choosing it meant his martial soul would evolve into a super martial soul; he would become a peerless talent, wash away the "trash" label, and secure a place among the continent's future powers.
Was this a hard question? Come on—Yu Xiaogang was a man of iron will; he wasn't the kind to mooch off a woman.
Though his mind had already decided, Yu Xiaogang still spoke to Bibi Dong with feigned deep emotion: "Dong'er, my love for you is witnessed by heaven and earth, by sun and moon. But I want to improve so much. I know only by becoming strong can I stand by your side, be worthy to be your man."
After saying that, he turned his head away from Bibi Dong and announced his choice: "I choose the Golden Yunlong Fruit."
"Haha, you've made your choice—why the long speeches?" Qian Xunji sneered.
"Your Holiness." Yu Xiaogang stared at the fruit with ravenous eyes.
"Here. I keep my word." Qian Xunji casually tossed the Golden Yunlong Fruit to Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang accepted the fruit reverently. At that moment every cell in his body sent out a cry of desire.
Eat it and transform into a dragon.
Yu Xiaogang gripped the Golden Yunlong Fruit, trembling with excitement and fanaticism. There was none of the earlier affectionate expression for Bibi Dong left in him.
Just as he was about to consume it, a violent wave of soul pressure slammed down on him, pinning him to the ground as if forced into full prostration. The Golden Yunlong Fruit rolled from his hands.
Damn it—transformation was about to happen. Would the shameless Qian Xunji break his promise, kill him, and take the fruit back? Yu Xiaogang's teeth chattered under the pressure.
At last the soul pressure eased. Gasping for air, Yu Xiaogang quickly grabbed the fallen treasure as if he would die if he let it go.
Qian Xunji's lofty voice sounded again: "Yu Xiaogang, do not consume the Golden Yunlong Fruit I bestowed to you in front of me; otherwise, seeing you use our Spirit Hall's treasure to transform into a true dragon will make me unable to resist wanting to cripple you."
"You—" Yu Xiaogang looked at Qian Xunji in anger.
"I gave you the treasure and spared your life, but that doesn't mean I can't cripple you," Qian Xunji said coldly.
No—this was a rare chance to evolve into the Golden Saint Dragon. If Qian Xunji crippled him and prevented the evolution, where could Yu Xiaogang cry?
"Take the treasure and get out of my range of perception. Otherwise I may not be able to resist crippling you," Qian Xunji said.
"All right, all right, I'll go." Seeing that Qian Xunji didn't intend to kill him, Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief, stood up hurriedly, and left.
Then a fierce soul pressure struck him: "Roll!"
A heavy sense of humiliation washed over Yu Xiaogang, but Qian Xunji was a Title Douluo; he dared not speak up. He curled himself into a ball and rolled forward on the ground.
Laughter from Qian Xunji and the silence from Bibi Dong trailed behind him.
"Hahaha, Dong'er, this is the Yu Xiaogang you've been thinking about. He says he chose to become strong just to stand by you—do you believe that?"
Damn you, Qian Xunji—just wait. Yu Xiaogang shouted inwardly as he rolled.
Finally out of Qian Xunji's sight, Yu Xiaogang cautiously got to his feet and staggered away.
Although the Golden Yunlong Fruit was still in his hands, Yu Xiaogang dared not consume it now. He feared Qian Xunji would strike at the key moment of his evolution. He needed a safe place to refine it.
With that thought, Yu Xiaogang ran toward the distance without delay.
After an unknown amount of time, breathless, he reached a hidden natural cave.
"This is the place," Yu Xiaogang said.
He took out the Golden Yunlong Fruit and examined it closely. The fruit was gold, and faintly within it he could see the shadow of a dragon.
"Ha ha ha!" Yu Xiaogang laughed wildly and cried tears of joy at once, as if to vent all the grievances he had suffered over the years. "Golden Saint Dragon, I finally have you. From tonight my martial soul will no longer be the useless Luo Sanpao but the Golden Saint Dragon. I, Yu Xiaogang, will no longer be shackled by my martial soul or scorned by the world as trash."
He turned and cast a resentful glare toward the direction he had come from.
"Qian Xunji, do you think giving me the Golden Yunlong Fruit will make me give up Dong'er? Do you think it will make Dong'er let go of her feelings for me? Dream on!" Yu Xiaogang sneered. "No one knows Dong'er better than I do. She also knows that I am the only one who truly cares for her. A short parting will only make us miss each other more and deepen our bond."
"When my martial soul evolves into the Golden Saint Dragon and I complete my training, I will storm the Spirit Hall and take Dong'er away." Yu Xiaogang delivered his grandiose declaration, imagining summoning the Golden Saint Dragon, killing ten men in ten steps until the Spirit Hall trembled and then rescuing Bibi Dong from her prison and becoming famous across the world.
Indeed, choosing the Golden Yunlong Fruit had not made Yu Xiaogang give up on possessing Bibi Dong. Once his martial soul evolved into the Golden Saint Dragon, he would need Bibi Dong as an excellent host to bear offspring with his noble bloodline. Having invested so much in her, Yu Xiaogang had long considered Bibi Dong his possession—how could he allow the Spirit Hall to lay claim to his woman?
As Yu Xiaogang prepared to swallow the Golden Yunlong Fruit, a sudden elbow struck his stomach, sending him flying. The fruit slipped from his hand and landed in the grasp of the newcomer.
"That was close. Luckily I arrived in time, or you might have gotten rid of the trash title." The newcomer spoke in a tone of relief.
Yu Xiaogang looked hard and saw the person he hated most in his life—Yu Xiaomen.
"Yu Xiaomen—it's you—" Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted angrily, "Why are you here? Give me back the Golden Yunlong Fruit."
"Why? My foolish little giegie," Yu Xiaomen teased. "I was drawn by a piglike shriek nearby and found it was you." He mocked Yu Xiaogang. "As for this Golden Yunlong Fruit—what a fine thing. Since it's good, how could I let you, a pig, hog it? Give it to me; I'll make best use of it."
"No, Yu Xiaomen, give it back." Yu Xiaogang pointed at Yu Xiaomen; his heart raced and his hands trembled. This was the Golden Yunlong Fruit he had waited more than ten years for, begged for before the Spirit Hall's Pope while enduring humiliation—how could Yu Xiaomen be allowed to take it as a bridegroom's gift? "Luo Sanpao!"
Luo Sanpao was summoned. Yu Xiaogang roared, "First soul skill, Thunderous Fart—Luo Sanpao!"
Luo Sanpao aimed its rear at Yu Xiaomen, preparing to charge. But Yu Xiaomen reacted faster—his dragon-transformed arm grabbed Luo Sanpao and turned its cannon mouth toward Yu Xiaogang.
With a loud splat, a powerful fart blast hurled Yu Xiaogang away. Without hesitation, Yu Xiaomen snatched the Golden Yunlong Fruit and swallowed it before Yu Xiaogang could recover.
"No—That was my Golden Yunlong Fruit, my Golden Saint Dragon—!" Yu Xiaogang screamed in despair through the pungent fart cloud.
"I feel power surging up," Yu Xiaomen said excitedly. His martial soul, the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus, separated from his body, rose in the air, and began to transform. Golden light emerged from the thunder-dragon's lightning.
"My martial soul is the Golden Saint Dragon—Golden Saint Dragon!" Yu Xiaomen raved with fanatic zeal.
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