The Mediocre Trouble Themselves

Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh, her eyes filled with madness as she said in a low voice, "Putting on airs! Silently killing so many Titled Douluo? I'd like to see what exactly he is!"

Bang!!!

Bibi Dong slammed the door open and stormed inside.

Xie Yue's expression changed dramatically. "Pope Your Majesty!!!"

Qian Daoliu pressed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head slightly. "It's fine. I'm also curious about what exactly is going on with Dr. Ratio."

Qian Daoliu followed close behind and entered as well.

Xie Yue sighed, powerless.

He could only trail behind them, saying, "Dr. Ratio, I couldn't stop them..."

The three entered the room one after another.

Wary of a possible ambush from Dr. Ratio, Bibi Dong tensed her mind and gathered her soul power, ready to strike at any moment.

But after entering the room, she froze.

The room was exactly as it had been before. There was no extra furniture, not even tables or chairs. Bookshelves lined the walls, packed full of books.

There was not a single trace of battle anywhere in the entire living room.

There were only two possibilities: either no conflict had erupted at all, or Dr. Ratio's strength had already far surpassed that of a Titled Douluo!

Bibi Dong had kept her senses active the entire time, yet from then until now, she had not detected even the slightest trace of Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others' soul power.

"Dr. Ratio! Come out! What are you doing? Stop putting on airs!"

Qian Daoliu and Xie Yue entered behind her. When they saw the state of the room, both were utterly astonished.

Qian Daoliu considered it and knew that even he could not silently suppress four Titled Douluo within such a confined space.

"Dr. Ratio! Come out! Stop putting on airs!" Bibi Dong cursed like a shrew in the street, the viciousness on her face wholly undisguised.

The more indifferent Dr. Ratio was toward fame and profit, the less he cared about this grand spectacle.

The more tormented she became inside!

The honors Yu Xiaogang and she had fantasized about countless times but could never obtain were discarded like worn-out shoes by him.

That disparity between their worlds made her bitterly resent even Dr. Ratio.

Why could Dr. Ratio be so utterly indifferent to all this?

Qian Daoliu frowned as he glanced at Bibi Dong. Her state was somewhat worrying.

Moreover, her hostility toward Dr. Ratio was practically undisguised.

"Bibi Dong, calm down."

"Dr. Ratio, come out and meet us. Give this old man some face."

Qian Daoliu sighed softly.

The next second, a streak of blue light suddenly flew out from the bedroom. Like a tiny comet trailing blue flames, it shot toward Bibi Dong.

"!!!" Bibi Dong was horrified and hurriedly raised a barrier of soul power.

Yet the blue comet easily pierced through the soul power barrier. More accurately, it "ate" it, then began circling Bibi Dong's head.

Bibi Dong raised her hand and tried to slash at it with a crescent-shaped blade of light. Just as her soul power was about to condense into form, it shattered instantly!

"What is this?!" Bibi Dong was both shocked and enraged.

Because of her God Position inheritance, she could not use her full strength, but she still possessed the power of an ordinary Rank 95 Titled Douluo.

How could some inexplicable thing force her into such a sorry state?

Qian Daoliu hurried forward, sweeping out his holy sword to block the blue comet.

But the instant it touched the comet, a huge hole was "burned" through the holy sword!

"Such power?! Is this your Soul Skill, Dr. Ratio..." An expression of delight, completely opposite to Bibi Dong's, appeared on Qian Daoliu's face.

"I prefer to call it... Phase Spirit Fire."

A cool, magnetic voice sounded.

Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu both looked toward the bedroom and saw a figure wearing a stone-carved headpiece walk out.

Dr. Ratio had changed into loose, comfortable sleepwear, yet still retained the same masked style.

The Phase Spirit Fire circling Bibi Dong returned above Dr. Ratio's head.

Only after it became relatively still did its true form reveal itself: it was the size of a melon, with fierce triangular eyes and a foolishly adorable appearance.

If it had not so easily pierced Bibi Dong's defenses moments ago, it would have been difficult to believe the little thing possessed such power.

Qian Daoliu strode forward and grabbed Dr. Ratio by the shoulders, saying excitedly:

"Hahaha, Dr. Ratio! You truly haven't disappointed me! You've surpassed the limits of your talent, haven't you? Making several Titled Douluo vanish without a sound—perhaps only you possess such an ability!"

"Do you know, Dr. Ratio? More than a hundred thousand people have gathered outside, all to witness your splendor! You should go out and see them, and enjoy the honor earned through so many years of painstaking research!"

"With you as you are now, I have no more reservations about entrusting Xue Er to you!"

Qian Daoliu spoke excitedly, sincerely happy for Dr. Ratio.

His granddaughter would become a god in the future, the unquestionable leader of Spirit Hall. If his grandson-in-law had surpassed the theoretical limit of Innate Soul Power for soul masters, then he would bring Spirit Hall to new heights.

Could anything be more delightful than this?

"A farce. Countless troubles. In the end, nothing more than the mediocre troubling themselves."

No emotion could be seen on Dr. Ratio's headpiece, and his words were equally calm.

In his eyes, the greatest arena of fame and fortune in history was merely the mediocre troubling themselves.

"..." Qian Daoliu was stunned.

When he learned that more than a hundred thousand people had come for Dr. Ratio alone, even imagining himself in that position made his heart surge with excitement.

Yet it could not stir even the slightest ripple in Dr. Ratio's state of mind.

Compared to him, was his own mindset actually inferior even to Dr. Ratio's?

"Hypocrite! You're probably overjoyed inside, aren't you?" Bibi Dong sneered repeatedly.

Dr. Ratio had to be pretending!

Otherwise, no one could reject such an opportunity for both fame and fortune.

Didn't scholars spend their entire lives studying theories in pursuit of exactly these things? To leave a name in history? Or to enlighten the world?

Yet Dr. Ratio hypocritically denied it all. He did not possess even Yu Xiaogang's honesty!

Her assessment was: he was inferior to Yu Xiaogang!

Dr. Ratio could not even be bothered to respond to Bibi Dong. If she were not his bargain mother-in-law, she would have been thrown out already.

In the end, after living a second life, he had still inevitably gained more human warmth.

He had once been hard-mouthed but soft-hearted. Now, it was even more obvious.

"Dr. Ratio, no matter what, go out and give them an explanation..." Qian Daoliu urged.

Dr. Ratio shook his head slightly. "There is a stubborn ailment in this world called stupidity, harder to eradicate than any disease. Standing by and doing nothing is the true cure."

Dr. Ratio had gone against his original intentions by releasing a theory, yet he had still held something back, giving them the motivation to explore for themselves. That was already tolerant enough toward fools.

Next, he would still choose to stand by and watch. He would not chew up the theoretical formulas and feed them into their mouths.

Xie Yue looked at Dr. Ratio with a face full of worship. The reverence in his eyes was practically becoming tangible.

As expected of the professor!

Even faced with such an enormous temptation of fame and profit, he could remain so calm!

But as Bibi Dong watched, her heart twisted even further.

"Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Hypocrite!!!"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking?!"

Next chapter, Bibi Dong gets taught a lesson—the "rage mode" begins.