And so, Yu Xiaogang submitted his first paper to the Spirit Master Theory Research Society, brimming with confidence.
It was rejected immediately!
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible." Yu Xiaogang's face twisted. "How could they reject it outright? Something shady must be going on."
Yu Xiaogang imagined the darkness within the Soul Master Theory Society: his theory had been rejected because some powerful, fame-hungry Grandmaster had read his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul and coveted them. That man had stolen his research, rejected his draft, and planned to publish the ten core theories under his own name.
The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the more certain he became. The more certain he became, the more wronged—and furious—he felt.
I spent more than ten days and nights racking my brain over that groundbreaking work on Spirit Masters, putting in two hundred times the effort of an ordinary person. It was the fruit of my intellect, my ticket to fame. How could I let some shameless fraud steal it?
No. I can't just sit here and wait.
A thought struck Yu Xiaogang. He thought of Bibi Dong.
That day, Bibi Dong came to see Yu Xiaogang again.
"Xiao Gang, has your paper been published yet?"
Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, looking worn and weary, and sighed. "No. It was rejected in the first review."
"Rejected?" Bibi Dong could not understand it. She frowned. "I read your work. It really did propose a lot of groundbreaking theories. Even if they didn't publish it in the end, they shouldn't have rejected it in the first review."
"I don't know either." Yu Xiaogang rose and stood before the window, his hands clasped behind his back. His voice was hoarse and heavy with weariness. "My clan has already cast me out. Here in Spirit Hall, I'm nothing