281: Chapter 281 What a shame, he couldn't hold back!

Tang Hao walked out of the room, pulling up his pants.

Urgent sounds echoed within the Clear Sky Sect.

He kicked open a door at random and saw several people huddled together.

Tang Hao clenched his hands tightly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like a bull.

His Clear Sky Sect had actually been schemed against.

As a Titled Douluo.

He could quickly rid himself of the toxin.

But these Disciples could not.

Given the state of this toxin, these Disciples would be as crazed as bulls for at least twelve hours.

"Just who is it?"

"Mixing a colorless and odorless toxin into the grain Yuehua sent!"

Tang Xiao appeared behind Tang Hao.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

If tonight's events at the Clear Sky Sect were to get out,

the Clear Sky Hammer would never have the face to appear on the continent again.

Tang Hao saw Tang Xiao standing behind him.

He subconsciously dodged to the side.

His body instinctively throbbed with pain again.

"Big brother, it must be Dugu Bo. He's the only one who could create such a toxin."

"I have a grudge against that old thing."

"He must know that Yuehua is in contact with the Clear Sky Sect."

"He must have followed her in secret and struck; perhaps the Spirit Beasts Yuehua sent were also killed by him."

Tang Hao thought for a long time.

Besides Dugu Bo possessing such a potent toxin, the only other person who might have it was the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall.

The former was highly suspicious, while the latter, after all, was a woman and the Supreme Pontiff; she couldn't possibly be so shameless.

"What a Dugu Bo! My Clear Sky Sect will remember this!"

"One day, I will make him regret this."

Tang Xiao rushed forward to knock those Disciples unconscious, then headed to other rooms to stop their chaotic brawl.

Tang Hao also acted decisively; he couldn't let the situation continue to escalate.

As dawn broke, the square where many Disciples of the Clear Sky Sect Cultivate every day fell into a deathly silence; everyone stayed behind closed doors.

...

Su Wen didn't yet know that the gift he sent to the Clear Sky Sect via Tang Yuehua had thoroughly disgusted them.

He was leading the group back to Spirit City.

News of Lou Gao's death also began to spread across the continent.

As the most formidable Divine Craftsman among blacksmiths, he also controlled rare metal resources.

In the eyes of blacksmiths, Lou Gao was like an Ancestral Master.

His death caused dissatisfaction among many people.

Supreme Pontiff Palace.

Bibi Dong sat regally on the popes chair, looking at the envelopes sent from various places.

Although they didn't directly condemn the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, the implication was that the Holy Son of Spirit Hall shouldn't have done this, destroying a Divine Craftsman over a personal grudge and setting the continent's blacksmithing craft back by decades.

"Heh, these fellows are dissatisfied with my Holy Son of Spirit Hall, yet they don't dare to speak plainly!"

Bibi Dong's fingers lightly tapped the table. Below, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood together, glancing at each other, knowing Su Wen had caused trouble outside.

During this time, they were also aware that the Four Single-Attribute Families had been wiped out one after another.

Others might still be wondering if Spirit Hall was responsible, but they knew it was the Saint's doing.

Killing the single-attribute families, nominally speaking, even if outsiders knew, would not cause any reputational damage to Spirit Hall.

But Lou Gao was different; he had extensive connections and a huge influence.

Although these people didn't dare to do anything to Spirit Hall, they were already dissatisfied. Who knows how they might secretly ostracize Spirit Hall, indirectly affecting the lives of some low-level Spirit Hall personnel.

"Where is the Saint?"

"He has already entered Spirit City."

"Tell him to come see me immediately upon his return!"

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Half an hour later.

The doors of the Supreme Pontiff Palace opened.

Su Wen and Hu Liena walked into the hall, with Shui Binger following beside them.

They immediately saw Bibi Dong sitting lazily and comfortably upon the throne, her charming phoenix eyes narrowed, her world-toppling beauty drawing all attention.

"Teacher!"

Su Wen and Hu Liena bowed to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's narrowed phoenix eyes suddenly snapped open.

She slightly crossed her legs, her posture somewhat condescending.

A sharp glint flashed in her eyes: "So you've finally decided to come back!"

Hu Liena spoke with a smile: "Teacher, we didn't delay at all on the way. We came to see you as soon as we returned. Nana has been looking forward to seeing Teacher."

"Hmph!"

Bibi Dong gave a light snort and said, "I sent you out for experience, not to go around killing people. The Four Single-Attribute Families are one thing, but why did you kill Lou Gao so blatantly? Do you know how many blacksmiths have left Spirit Hall because of this? They've started refusing to help Spirit Hall members, and some blacksmiths even claim they will never cooperate with Spirit Hall again."

"Teacher, I did it. It has nothing to do with Nana. I killed him simply because I couldn't help it."

Su Wen wasn't surprised by the consequences.

Although Lou Gao was only a Spirit Saint, his status and position even surpassed some Titled Douluo.

"Heh, what a 'couldn't help it'... Nana, you go down first!"

"Teacher, I am also responsible. I was involved too."

"Go down!"

Bibi Dong's tone brooked no refusal.

Hu Liena was full of worry.

She didn't want to leave.

But looking at Bibi Dong, she didn't dare to disobey.

She turned to leave with Shui Binger, looking back with every three steps.

The doors of the Supreme Pontiff Palace closed.

Bibi Dong's originally cold expression turned gentle.

"Are you injured?"

As Bibi Dong spoke, her gaze swept over him without reservation.

Xiao Wen had been away for a while, and she felt he had grown quite a bit.

She suddenly regretted letting him leave, having missed witnessing his growth during this time.

His growth should have been under her gaze.

"Teacher, he couldn't hurt me!"

Su Wen smiled and stepped forward, coming behind Bibi Dong.

His hands were placed on those fragrant shoulders, gently kneading them.

"Hmph, you're quite confident. While that's good, excessive confidence is just blindness!"

Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of enjoyment appearing on her exquisite face.

She parted her vermilion lips slightly: "Regarding the matter with Lou Gao, you should have assassinated him instead of doing it openly. Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?"

Su Wen leaned close to Bibi Dong's snow-white neck.

With every breath, a patch of that skin turned red.

"Teacher, I just wanted to warn some people. I, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, have a blood feud with Tang Hao. I wanted them to understand clearly which side they should stand on and let them know the consequences of opposing Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong felt an itch, her body feeling somewhat weak.

She realized she really couldn't resist Xiao Wen's little gestures.

"Wh-what are you doing? Why are you speaking so close..."

Bibi Dong bit her thin lip, feigning composure as she replied.

Suddenly, she felt her eyes being covered.

Her lips felt a wave of tenderness.

Her fair face instantly flushed crimson.

Xiao Wen was still so bold.

Sensing the familiar scent.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Su Wen's neck.

She didn't want to let go.

After a long while, she sensed Su Wen's hand trying to move away from her eyes.

She reached out and pressed it down.

Her other hand still circled his neck.

Su Wen was also somewhat stunned.

He hadn't expected that today,

Bibi Dong would be so proactive.