Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

Ma Hongjun: "Boss Dai, Lin Qingmo is stealing your girl!"

Dai Mubai, who had been leaning back, instantly tensed up.

The light in the room was very dim.

But Ma Hongjun clearly saw Dai Mubai’s eyes snap open the moment he heard those two names.

Immediately after, a surge of fury, almost tangible, exploded in the depths of his eyes, burning fiercely.

In that fire was shock and disbelief, which were then quickly swallowed by a deeper sense of shame and rage.

His hand, resting on the quilt, clenched into a fist, his knuckles letting out a tooth-aching "crackling" sound.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged one by one, clearly visible in the dim light.

Lin Qingmo... Zhu Zhuqing... alone late at night... these words were like red-hot irons, searing his nerves.

All his negative emotions were completely ignited at this moment, mixing with the stinging pain of "betrayal" and frantically crashing against his sanity.

He remembered the occasional flash of unusual attention in Zhu Zhuqing’s eyes when she looked at Lin Qingmo during the day.

He remembered Lin Qingmo’s annoying, nonchalant attitude, as if everything was under his control.

Rage burned until his whole body shook, and blood rushed to his head.

’Adulterous couple!!!’

He almost wanted to jump up immediately and rush out, smash that door open, and tear the bastard inside who dared to touch his woman to pieces!

But... what did he have now to fight Lin Qingmo, who could knock him down with a single punch?

Rushing over would only be another self-inflicted humiliation.

The flames of rage churned and struggled violently in his eyes, before finally being forcibly suppressed by something colder and deeper.

The fire didn’t go out; instead, it sank beneath a deeper layer of ice, transforming into a thick, bone-corroding venom.

Dai Mubai’s body slowly relaxed.

He lowered his head, the stray hairs on his forehead obscuring his eyes, as well as the crazily surging malice and killing intent within them.

"...I understand."

He spoke, his voice terrifyingly hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against sheet metal—dry, cold, and devoid of any emotion.

Ma Hongjun was stunned.

That was it?

Shouldn’t Boss Dai be flying into a rage and immediately rushing out to settle the score with Lin Qingmo?

He had even prepared himself to break up the fight (or rather, watch the show).

Boss Dai’s reaction... was too indifferent!

So indifferent that it made Ma Hongjun’s skin crawl!

"D-Dai, Boss Dai?"

Ma Hongjun stammered slightly.

"What... what’s wrong with you? That’s Zhu Zhuqing, your fiancée! Lin Qingmo is clearly shitting on your head; can you really endure this?"

"..."

Dai Mubai didn’t answer.

He only slowly raised his clenched fist to his eyes.

By the faint moonlight, a dark, moist patch could be seen in his palm.

Blood!

It was his own blood.

He looked at the bloodstain, and the corners of his mouth curled upward extremely slowly.

It wasn’t a smile.

It was a distorted expression.

Lin Qingmo, Zhu Zhuqing... you two are good.

He loosened his fist, letting the blood meander down.

Today’s humiliation, the hatred of having my "wife" stolen... I, Dai Mubai, will remember every single bit of it.

A voice in his heart was howling, roaring.

Just you wait.

I will make you understand the meaning of regret.

Even if I, Dai Mubai, have become a cripple, even if I can never truly possess anything again... I will never let you have your way!

This humiliation, this betrayal—I want you to pay it back a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

He closed his eyes, locking away all the churning darkness in his gaze... At the same time.

The night wind blew through the woods, bringing a rustling sound.

The Plane Tree Forest outside Shrek Academy looked quite pleasant during the day.

But at night, the shadows of the branches were like flailing claws, feeling somewhat eerie.

Yu Xiaogang stood under the thickest plane tree.

The wind occasionally lifted a corner of his gray robe, but he didn’t bother to fix it.

His brow was furrowed so deeply it could crush a fly, and he clutched a thick notebook with frayed corners tightly in his hand.

That was his life’s work, the essence of the Spirit Master theories he had researched his entire life.

But looking at this notebook now, he felt a wave of insecurity in his heart.

Lin Qingmo’s words, along with that very real thousand-year first spirit ring, were like a needle that popped the balloon of theories he had built up over the years.

Losing Face was a small matter.

The key was Little San.

His proudest Disciple, the one he placed the most hope in.

If even Tang San began to doubt his theories... Yu Xiaogang didn’t dare think further.

He took a deep breath of the cold night air, trying to steady himself.

He had to ask clearly; he had to redeem his image in Little San’s heart!

Soon.

Footsteps came from the direction of the dormitory.

Tang San was here!

He was wearing ordinary blue cloth clothes, his pace neither fast nor slow.

The moonlight fell as he stopped a few paces in front of Yu Xiaogang and bowed.

"Teacher."

His voice was still respectful.

But Yu Xiaogang sensitively noticed that beneath that respect, there was a bit less of the unreserved trust from before.

Now, it was more like a habitual courtesy.

Yu Xiaogang’s heart couldn’t help but sink.

He turned around, his gaze locking onto Tang San’s Face like a hook.

He didn’t bother with any tactful opening.

He asked directly: "Little San, tell me honestly, those things Lin Qingmo said about the absorption types, attributes, and age of Blue Silver Grassspirit rings... do you believe them?"

There was an urgency and unease in his tone that he hadn’t even noticed himself.

Yu Xiaogang stared into Tang San’s eyes.

He clenched his fist, his nails digging into the hard cover of the notebook.

He had to know the answer.

This wasn’t just about his reputation as the "Grandmaster."

It was about the bond between him and Tang San, a teacher-Disciple relationship he had to maintain.

He couldn’t lose this Disciple, absolutely not!

"..."

Tang San didn’t answer immediately.

He looked down at the ground, his heart far from calm.

The way Lin Qingmo had casually stated those "common sense" facts, those spirit rings that defied all common sense, and his power that was far greater than Tang San’s own.

Every single thing confirmed one fact: Lin Qingmo’s Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was much stronger than his own!

Common sense?

If that was common sense, then what about the things Teacher taught me?

What did those theories I held as gospel count for?

This thought slithered out like a venomous snake, biting at his heart and leaving him flustered and confused.

His throat bobbed as he wanted to say, "No, Teacher, I only believe in you."

But the words reached his lips and simply wouldn’t come out.

"..."

Silence.

This silence was like a dull knife, slowly carving gashes into Yu Xiaogang’s heart.

He looked at Tang San’s lowered head and tightly pursed lips, and his heart sank bit by bit to the bottom.

His knuckles turned pale from the force.

It’s over!

The thing he feared most was happening.

A massive sense of loss and panic seized him.

If even Tang San no longer firmly believed in his theories, then what was the point of everything he had persisted in for so many years?

What did he, this "Teacher," count for in his Disciple’s heart?

How could he train Tang San according to his theories? How could he have Tang San prove him right?!

He absolutely could not let this happen!

(End of Chapter)

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