Chapter 8: Drugging the Teacher, a Rebellious Disciple?
In the courtyard of Chrysanthemum Douluo’s residence in Spirit City, two figures whispered to each other.
“Elder Ju, how effective was the drug for this test? Is it stronger than the last one?” Bai Yu leaned close to Chrysanthemum Douluo, his eyes flickering as he asked in a low voice.
Chrysanthemum Douluo’s expression was excited: “This time it’s definitely a success. Even the Old Ghost couldn’t withstand it and only recovered after half an hour.”
As he spoke, a hint of pain flashed across Chrysanthemum Douluo’s face: “I say, what does the Saint Child need to make drugs that can suppress Title Douluo spirit power for? These are all my precious collections, they’re almost used up!”
“Don’t worry, Elder Ju. In a few days, I will provide Elder with a batch of medicinal herbs even better than the original ones, guaranteeing that Elder won’t suffer any losses.”
Bai Yu took the jade bottle from Chrysanthemum Douluo’s hand, stood up excitedly, and said: “Elder Ju, you’re busy, so I’ll take my leave.”
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at his retreating back and opened his mouth: “Saint Child, don’t forget the rare flowers and exotic herbs you promised this old man!”
“Don’t worry, I definitely won’t forget.”
Three years had passed since the Saint Child’s enthronement ceremony. In the Douluo Continent, a World with spirit power, the twelve-year-old Bai Yu was already a handsome young man, aside from his slightly tender cheeks.
And Bai Yu’s long-desired height finally had a breakthrough, approaching 1.8 meters. When he fully matured, reaching 1.85 meters would not be a problem.
As he gradually grew up and gained the ability to protect himself, Bai Yu also began to long for the freedom of the outside World.
Unfortunately, Bai Yu’s words didn’t count. Due to Bibi Dong’s increasing reliance on Bai Yu, her human-shaped pillow, over the years…
Even though it had changed from Bibi Dong hugging Bai Yu to him hugging Bibi Dong to sleep, leading to very awkward mornings, Bibi Dong still refused to let Bai Yu leave her.
This resulted in him never having left Spirit City, even though he was already a Spirit Ancestor at forty-six ranks of spirit power.
The unwilling Saint Child decided to sneak away, but he was also worried about Bibi Dong’s mental illness relapsing, so he planned to drug his teacher and give Bibi Dong an 'evil suppression' package.
In the evening, Bibi Dong and Bai Yu were having dinner in the Saint Child Hall.
Bibi Dong looked at Bai Yu: “Xiao Yu, what have you been tinkering with at Chrysanthemum Douluo’s place all this time? You’ve been so mysterious.”
After many years of 'pillow baptism,' Bibi Dong had now completely suppressed the evil thoughts in her heart, and her entire demeanor appeared calm and gentle.
Time had left no marks on her; it had only refined her temperament. Coupled with her mature womanly charm, she was simply irresistible to men!
A strange light appeared in Bai Yu’s eyes: “Nothing much, just researching some drugs. Teacher, you’ve worked hard today, eat more.”
Bibi Dong’s expression was strange: “Did you get into trouble today?”
“No such thing. I am the dignified Saint Child; what trouble could find me?” Bai Yu waved his hand indifferently.
As the two finished dinner, Bibi Dong stood up: “Xiao Yu, you should rest first. Teacher still has some unfinished business and needs to go to the Supreme Pontiff Palace.”
Bai Yu reached out and pulled Bibi Dong back: “Teacher, I’m afraid you can’t leave tonight.”
In the interplay of light and shadow, Bai Yu’s face was half-lit and half-dark, like a mastermind behind the scenes.
Bibi Dong was a little surprised: “Did something happen?”
“Teacher, haven’t you noticed that you can’t use your spirit power anymore?”
After Bai Yu’s voice rang out, Bibi Dong’s expression suddenly changed. After trying and indeed finding herself unable to use her spirit power, her beautiful face turned extremely pale.
“Heh heh, Xiao Yu, don’t be mischievous with Teacher. Quickly give Teacher the antidote.” Bibi Dong’s voice trembled slightly, likely recalling unpleasant memories.
“Jie jie jie, cough cough… Teacher, your disciple doesn’t want to do this either. I’m also very pained, but Teacher, you won’t let me go out, so it’s very difficult for your disciple.”
Bai Yu excitedly let out a Spirit Hall-style laugh, but then thought it wasn’t quite right; he was the dignified Spirit Hall Saint Child, a righteous person.
“Xiao Yu, Teacher will let you go out. Will you give Teacher the antidote?”
Bibi Dong’s voice carried a hint of a sob, her face showed hatred, and her eyes held fear, clearly sinking into deeper memories.
“Cough cough, Teacher, don’t be afraid. Your disciple doesn’t intend to do anything. Just sleep for a while. You’ll know everything when you wake up.”
After Bai Yu finished speaking, he reached out and touched Bibi Dong’s forehead, then embraced her body as it softened from drowsiness, carried her into the bedroom, and placed her on the bed.
Seeing a tear fall from the corner of Bibi Dong’s eye, a hint of tenderness flashed across Bai Yu’s face. He then summoned the Hong Ming Knife.
As spirit power surged, the Hong Ming Knife once again transformed into the size of an ornament. He reached out and placed the Hong Ming Knife against Bibi Dong’s forehead, his lips moving slightly.
“Repel evil, divide yin and yang, all gods bow down!”
Bai Yu’s whisper echoed, and a purplish-gold light filled the entire Saint Child Hall, then slowly contracted, enveloping Bibi Dong.
And from the hilt of the Hong Ming Knife, a thread of spirit power emerged, wrapping around her neck and hanging on Bibi Dong’s chest.
That’s right, the Hong Ming Knife was a Spirit, but it could also exist as a standalone super-divine tool; it could separate from its master without dissipating.
However, doing so would cause ten percent of Bai Yu’s spirit power to only be able to exert ninety percent of its strength from then on. As for the remaining ten percent, it was needed to continuously maintain the Hong Ming Knife’s consumption.
Moreover, it needed to be bound to the aura of other people or objects. The consumption was so great that even Bai Yu, who was already a forty-six rank and whose spirit power was self-sustaining, could barely accomplish it.
Bai Yu’s face was pale, and his body trembled, as if he had been drained: “Teacher, Xiao Yu is leaving. I’ve left you a letter. When I come back later, I hope you won’t make a move.”
As his voice fell, Bai Yu slowly leaned against the wall and walked out, heading towards the outskirts of Spirit City.
Early the next morning, Bibi Dong opened her eyes somewhat dazedly, then her expression changed. She looked at her body, then sensed her spirit power, and slowly let out a breath.
Looking around, there was a letter on the bedside table. Bibi Dong got up, picked up the letter, and focused on reading it: ‘Teacher, your disciple has run away! Your disciple has left you a necklace, don’t lose it, but it’s fine, even if you lose it, it will return to you. This departure will last for years, and the return date is unknown. I hope Teacher…’
Bibi Dong’s face flickered between light and dark. She touched the Hong Ming Knife on her chest: “Running away, are we? You’d better not come back. And you, Chrysanthemum! Dou! Luo!”
…
Heaven Dou City, Bai Yu wore a golden half-mask and walked on the streets, feeling the omnipresent sense of freedom.
He came to Heaven Dou City mainly for Dugu Bo’s herb garden and to visit the little tsundere at the Crown Prince Residence.
After all, for the Douluo Continent, it would be a wasted transmigration if one came and didn’t take advantage of Dugu Bo.
Speaking of which, Bai Yu had been wandering around Dugu Bo’s Dugu Mansion for three days and still hadn’t caught him; he must have gone to the herb garden.
He wanted to visit Qian Renxue, but he was embarrassed because he didn’t have a present good enough to give her.
Dugu Yan also wasn’t coming out of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Helpless, Bai Yu could only stake out Dugu Bo.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Seeing the Dugu Mansion unlocked today, a genuine smile appeared on his face.
“Jie jie jie, Dugu Bo, ah Dugu Bo, I finally staked you out…”
