Tang San really isn't very good at cursing people.
Most of what he says revolves around the concept of "the way to court death."
This has a lot to do with his past life and the environment he grew up in.
Either bloom in slaughter, or face death directly.
As an assassin, all he ever encountered was killing, killing, and more killing...
So, it's only natural for him to constantly talk about "the way to court death."
In his dazed state, Tang San lasted no more than three seconds against Xiao Feilian's sparring and was directly kicked out of the ring.
And with that, the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament came to a perfect conclusion.
"Did you see that? Never lose your rationality at any time, especially when facing an enemy. You must never waver in your mind so easily."
At this moment, some elders were teaching their juniors the proper way to handle such situations.
But the hot-blooded youths? They weren't listening at all. Their eyes were all fixed on the champion team.
"Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team One versus Shrek Academy—Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team One wins!"
"The champion of this year's Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament—Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team One!"
As the referee's voice fell, cheers erupted around the Pope's Palace.
They might not show respect to the Heaven Dou imperial family, but the Body Sect's prestige was something they had to acknowledge, especially when their Sect Master was sitting right there.
The excitement in the air was as if the Spirit Hall itself had won.
Tang San lay on the cold floor, his heart filled with complex emotions.
His fists clenched tightly, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
He had worked so hard and paid so much to get to this point. And the result?
He was just a loser, a complete and utter failure.
His second spirit with attached spirit rings, Xiao Wu's sacrifice...
Was all of that still not enough to win a championship?
If the Body Sect and Zhongli didn't exist, all of this should have been his, his glory.
The cheers around him were deafening, making Tang San feel like his head was about to split open.
Too noisy. Because these cheers had absolutely nothing to do with him.
"Why? It was a one-on-one battle, and I still wasn't her match!"
"The pain… it's unbearable!"
After a long while, Tang San finally pushed himself up from the cold ground.
His eyes gleamed like those of a venomous snake, cold and sinister.
"Will the champion team please send a representative to the stage to receive the championship reward!"
Seeing this, Tang San felt as if his heart was bleeding.
He really wanted to kill someone.
The representative for the Heaven Dou Team was naturally Xiao Feilian, although these spirit bones most likely had nothing to do with her.
Of course, she didn't need them either.
Among the three spirit bones, the most valuable was the fifty-thousand-year-old Spiritual Condensation Wisdom Skull. Logically, it should belong to the team captain.
Unlike other spirit bones, this one had a spiritual attribute, meaning it could be perfectly absorbed by any spirit master, regardless of their attribute.
Moreover, its primary enhancement was in spiritual power, unlike gem-type head spirit bones, which had many limitations.
She was lucky. When she hunted her seventh spirit ring, she happened to obtain a head spirit bone.
In other words, even though this spirit bone before her was quite a treasure, she had an even better one!
Without hesitation, Xiao Feilian walked up the high platform and stood beside Bibi Dong.
Her gaze shifted towards Zhongli, who was seated not far from Bibi Dong.
At this moment, Zhongli seemed lost in thought and didn't notice her gaze. Because of this, her eyes became even bolder.
Her gaze was like a gentle spring rain, subtle yet deeply affectionate.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong glanced at Zhongli and then at Xiao Feilian. The corner of her eye twitched slightly.
This little cat-girl… so she had that kind of thought, huh?
As someone who had been through it all, Bibi Dong immediately understood what that look meant.
"Even I, an outsider, can see that you've fallen for the wrong person… Sigh~"
She sighed in her heart.
Then, as if suddenly thinking of something, her gaze shifted to the nearby "Xue Qinghe."
"..."
Bibi Dong gently rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
Xiao Feilian was an outsider. She had fallen for a man even colder than a block of wood.
As an outsider, Bibi Dong couldn't and wouldn't interfere.
But Qian Renxue was her daughter!
This impossible love would ruin her entire life!
At least when she was deceived by Yu Xiaogang, she had experienced a moment of "happiness," even if it was false.
But Zhongli wouldn't even give Qian Renxue a chance to be deceived…
For her, this was a good thing, no mother wanted to see her daughter suffer.
But for Qian Renxue, this was far too cruel.
She couldn't do anything about Xiao Feilian, and she didn't care to. But she wanted to stop Qian Renxue, yet she was powerless to do so.
It was just like when Qian Xunji had tried to persuade her back then, warning her that Yu Xiaogang was not a good match and that his pursuit of her was for ulterior motives.
But she refused to listen. She didn't believe it. And in the end, it forced Qian Xunji to take drastic measures…
"Is this karma?"
Bibi Dong raised her head to the sky, refusing to let her tears fall.
"???"
What was going on?
The person giving the award seemed disappointed.
The person receiving the award seemed absent-minded.
What were they doing?
Someone wanted to say something, but they didn't dare—because Bibi Dong was the Pope…
After a long moment, Bibi Dong finally snapped out of her thoughts. With a heavy heart, she handed the three spirit bones to Xiao Feilian.
"Congratulations on your victory. These are your championship rewards."
"A spirit master's journey doesn't end here. Keep working hard."
After saying that, Bibi Dong turned and walked back into the Pope's Palace, leaving the crowd utterly baffled.
That was it?
It really was over.
The tournament ended, prizes were awarded, and a few words of praise were given.
What else was there to do? Trash-talk before leaving?
At this moment, Xiao Feilian also came back to her senses. Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly took the prizes and slipped away towards the Heaven Dou Royal Team's resting area.
"Xiao Feilian!"
Suddenly, a cold voice called out to her, making her instinctively stop in her tracks.
"Tang San, what do you want?"
The one who stopped her was none other than the defeated Tang San.
Right now, his face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, but his eyes burned with an eerie red light.
"Xiao Feilian, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
If any transmigrated people were present, they would probably twitch at the corners of their eyes, this was classic Tang San.
He always made bets.
And he always won.
Hearing his words, Xiao Feilian remained silent.
She simply held onto the spirit bones and calmly looked at Tang San, waiting to hear what he wanted.
Seeing this, Tang San directly stated the terms of the wager.
"Let's set a five-year agreement. Five years from now, I will wait for you in Heaven Dou City for a duel!"
"If you lose, you must hand over that head spirit bone to me and kneel before me to apologize."
"If I lose, my hundred-thousand-year right arm spirit bone will be yours!"
Tang San spoke with absolute madness. This bet was beyond reckless, shocking everyone present.
"That head spirit bone isn't mine. I have no right to give it away," Xiao Feilian replied honestly.
Many "spectators" knew about Zhongli's promise regarding Zhiqing in Heaven Dou City, so they all nodded in understanding.
"No problem, Saintess, bet with him! At worst, we just won't absorb them yet!"
"We won't absorb them either! Let's use all three spirit bones for the bet!"