A Tray of "Evidence," Yu Xiaogang's Breaking Point

"Hahaha—" Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong burst into unrestrained laughter.

Laughter echoed in the empty hall, carrying undisguised sarcasm.

The next moment, she flipped her wrist, and a large wooden tray appeared in her hand.

On the tray, dozens of old-fashioned, worn-out thread-bound books were neatly stacked.

"Your theory?!" Bibi Dong's voice suddenly turned cold. "Yu Xiaogang, look carefully at what these are!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already thrown the tray violently at Yu Xiaogang's feet.

"Crack!" The tray landed and shattered, scattering the books on it all over the floor.

Yu Xiaogang didn't know why she was suddenly so angry. He suppressed his humiliation and squatted down, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over an open book.

With just one glance, he was struck dumb, his pupils dilated suddenly, as if he had seen the most terrifying sight in the world.

On the page of that book, it was clearly written:

In the year 2025 of the Douluo Calendar, Qian Hongyi, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, absorbed his second Soul Ring.

The Third Offering accompanied the Soul Hunting, chuckled and said, "Spirit Ring Age is approximately 760 years, varying by no more than ten years. There's only one like it in a thousand years!"

Yu Xiaogang was very familiar with this content!

This is one of the original sources of his discussion on the limit of Soul Ring lifespan in his "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" theory!

The plagiarism... has been exposed!

As for the other books, he knew without even looking at them that they were all "evidence" of his crimes.

After extreme fear came overwhelming shame and indignation.

He abruptly picked up the ancient book, staring intently at the words "agreement" and "entry and exit," as if grasping at the last straw, and roared angrily at Bibi Dong on the throne:

"This... this is nothing more than an old, miscellaneous book from within your Spirit Hall!"

"The records are so vague, such as 'about 760 years ago' and 'within ten years', how can they be compared with my theory?"

"What exactly do you intend to do by taking this out?!"

"Very good." Bibi Dong suppressed her anger, and the suffocatingly powerful aura around her vanished instantly. Then she smiled and said:

"Since your theory is accurate, then please explain in front of me the method for determining the age of Soul Beast, from beginning to end, down to each year, clearly and thoroughly!"

"As long as you can explain it clearly, I will gladly offer you the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls!"

Specifically, down to the year?!

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

How so?

Are you asking him to confess that the data was completely copied from these Spirit Hall secret records, with the tens digits copied verbatim and the units digits omitted entirely based on his mood?

"Bibi Dong! Don't bully people too much—" Yu Xiaogang roared hoarsely, his extreme panic and shame turning into impotent rage.

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a surge of immense Soul Power crashed down upon him, striking his chest heavily.

"Puff--"

Yu Xiaogang was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. The blood spurting from his mouth drew a tragic arc in the air, and his body rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"I have said it before!" Bibi Dong's icy voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss, "Call me Your His Holiness the Pope!"

In recent years, Bibi Dong's inner thoughts have rarely shown any flaws, but today she seems somewhat abnormal.

Not only did he bring out long-buried evidence to expose Yu Xiaogang to his face, but he also repeatedly became angry and even took action.

This is not entirely because the other party shamelessly demanded the Secret Method.

In fact, facing her former lover, Bibi Dong is now truly able to remain calm and composed, neither sad nor happy.

The real root cause lies in—

With the finals just around the corner, that wicked disciple she both hates and... is about to return!

The two-year agreement has come to an end in the blink of an eye.

If she lost... she simply couldn't imagine what kind of intense "impact" Lin Hai would have to withstand.

What if she wins... well, deep down, she doesn't want to win!

In any case, her peaceful life of many years will soon be completely shattered.

His loss of composure and outburst of rage at this moment are, in some ways, similar to Yu Xiaogang's earlier outburst.

However, this was merely a way to mask the indescribable unease and turmoil within, a mixture of tension and a vague sense of anticipation.

"Good! What a fine Your His Holiness the Pope!" Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice icy cold:

"Since I, Yu Xiaogang, have been able to research so many Martial Soul Theory, I refuse to believe that I cannot find a way to cultivate Twin Martial Souls with my own wisdom!"

"Farewell!"

At this moment, he didn't want any Secret Method anymore; he just wanted to escape from the Pope's Palace that had humiliated him as soon as possible.

Bibi Dong clearly already possessed evidence of plagiarism, but she has yet to make it public.

Perhaps... perhaps she still cherishes their past relationship and wants to save him some face?

Once he steps out of this door, Yu Xiaogang will still be the theoretical Grandmaster revered by countless Soul Master!

"Wait!" Bibi Dong's voice came.

Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat, he paused, and turned around, forcing himself to remain calm:

"Is there anything else, Your His Holiness the Pope?"

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on his waist. "Leave behind the Pope's Decree you showed when you entered!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed, and he hesitated.

He desperately wanted to sever all ties with Bibi Dong and the Spirit Hall, but the Pope's Decree... did not belong to him.

"Or you might as well tell me..." Bibi Dong's voice grew colder, "Where did this Pope's Decree come from?"

Could it be that she knew this token was a gift from Tang Hao?

Yu Xiaogang was horrified.

He comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If he insists that the token belongs to the family, he might be able to get away with it.

But he dared not gamble, dared not linger there any longer, and dared not provoke Bibi Dong any further.

Preserving our reputation is the most important thing right now!

As for Tang Hao... he can probably understand his predicament.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he took out the Pope's Decree from his waist, which represented his status as an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall.

With a respectful... or rather, humiliated expression, he placed it on the cold ground.

Without looking back, he quickly left the Pope's Palace like a stray dog.

Before he could even obtain the cultivation method for the Twin Martial Souls, he not only suffered a beating but also lost an invaluable Pope's Decree!

What the hell is this bad luck!

The following day, in the Empress's bedroom of the Star Luo Empire's imperial Imperial Palace.

Dai Tianfeng stood alone by the window, clutching an unfolded letter tightly in his hand.

Those powerful hands that held the reins of the empire and controlled the court were now trembling slightly.

"Ha..." He let out a self-deprecating chuckle, "A thin sheet of paper, a few words, yet it speaks volumes about over twenty years of marriage... and there's still room for more..."

"Even in this dire situation, he still didn't forget to plead for those lowly palace maids..."

"Lingyun, Lingyun, you are still as Goodness and innocent as ever!" he murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless weariness and complex, indescribable emotions.

"The affairs of the imperial family are the affairs of the state! Why haven't you understood this all these years? Why have you refused to understand it?"