Yu Xiaogang: I Am a True Martial Soul Theory Grandmaster!

Half an hour later, Bibi Dong came down the stairs after washing up.

She wore only a light touch of powder, which made her natural beauty stand out even more. Her pale purple gown, tailored to fit perfectly, accentuated her slender figure and gave her noble bearing a touch of youthful brightness.

Her appearance instantly caused quite a stir in the first-floor hall.

"My heavens! Miss, today you...!" The young disciples of Spirit Hall all sucked in sharp breaths, their awestruck gazes following her every movement.

Though the Saintess was beautiful even on ordinary days, she usually carried an air of majesty and distance.

Today, however, she was especially radiant, making it impossible to look away.

Fortunately, the entire hotel had been reserved by Spirit Hall. Otherwise, this sight would surely have drawn a crowd.

Bibi Dong walked straight to Zhao Linchuan's table, ignoring the burning stares around her as she smiled faintly. "Lin Chuan, why are you here?"

Zhao Linchuan set down his wine cup and replied calmly, "I had nothing better to do, so I was taking a stroll. I happened to run into Mister Ju, and he insisted on dragging me here for a few drinks."

His gaze swept over Bibi Dong, and he seemed to notice how different she looked today.

"I see..." A trace of anticipation flashed through Bibi Dong's heart. "We're going to the Spirit Arena for a match. Would you like to come watch?"

Zhao Linchuan easily caught the hope in her eyes. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "I have nothing else to do, so I may as well go take a look."

"Mm-hm!" The smile in Bibi Dong's eyes deepened as she nodded.

Outside Litangding Town's Great Soul Arena, the crowds surged and the clamor shook the sky.

As the continent's holy ground of spirit battles, renowned for chaos and bloodshed, this small town had become famous because of the arena.

The moment Zhao Linchuan, Bibi Dong, and the others arrived at the entrance, a familiar and irritating figure squeezed toward them like a fly drawn to blood.

"Miss Weaver of Fate Goddess!!" Yu Xiaogang shouted. His face was piled with what he believed to be a proper smile as his eager gaze searched for Bibi Dong. For a moment, he failed to notice Zhao Linchuan at her side.

"Miss! Regarding the key theoretical analysis of your defeat in yesterday's spirit battle, after a night of deep thought, I have gained an even deeper..."

"Stop right there!" Li Lang stepped forward in a flash. His fan-sized hand seized Yu Xiaogang by the collar and lifted him up like a chick, his tone brimming with impatience.

"I say, you street performer, why are you so blind to the situation?"

"Can't you see my Miss is about to take part in a spirit battle?"

"I'll say it again! I'm not a street performer! And I'm not a beggar either!" Yu Xiaogang's face reddened from being choked as he struggled furiously and roared.

"Then what are you? Some acrobat?" Zhang Huan stood nearby with his arms crossed, adding coldly.

"This performing 'Grandmaster,'" Li Lang said in a mocking tone, shaking Yu Xiaogang in his hand, "just because my Miss was kind enough to give you two Gold Soul Coins yesterday doesn't mean you can shamelessly keep pestering her without letting go, right?"

"Have you no shame?"

"I...!" Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage. He was the dignified Second Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, yet in mere moments, he had been saddled with three such lowly labels.

"Look at the clothes I'm wearing! Do I look like some acrobatical street performer?!" He pointed at his finely made robes and shouted.

Zhang Huan and Li Lang exchanged a glance, then answered in unison with absolute certainty, "You do!"

"That's right." Li Lang nodded solemnly. "The bigger the fraud, the more they like dressing up to look respectable and fool people!"

"You... How dare you!"

"I want to speak with your Miss!"

"You servants, step aside at once!" Unable to win the argument, Yu Xiaogang simply put on the airs of a noble, attempting to suppress them with his status.

"Oh? We gave you an inch and you took a mile?" Zhang Huan laughed. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap!

Slap!

The crisp sound of the slap rang out. Yu Xiaogang spun in place from the blow, half his face instantly swelling red as stars burst before his eyes.

The commotion finally caught Zhao Linchuan and Bibi Dong's attention.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's bedraggled state, Zhao Linchuan curled his lips into an amused smile and called out, "Zhang Huan, Li Lang, bring him over."

"Your Miss has something to ask him."

"Huh?" Bibi Dong froze slightly, then quickly understood. Cooperating, she nodded and put on the bearing of a young lady. "That's right. Bring him over. I have something to say."

"Yes!" Only then did the two release him, shoving the dazed Yu Xiaogang over.

Yu Xiaogang endured the burning pain in his face and the humiliation in his heart. He straightened his wrinkled collar, doing his best to preserve the last shred of dignity.

He saw Zhao Linchuan standing beside Bibi Dong, yet deliberately ignored him—who was he?

He was the Second Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

How many people in this world were worthy of him taking the initiative to show them respect?

He clasped his hands toward Bibi Dong and forced what he believed was his most sincere expression. "Miss, things were too hurried yesterday, and I was unable to fully explain!"

"Regarding the key theoretical analysis of your defeat in yesterday's spirit battle, I have gained an even deeper..."

"Stop!" Bibi Dong rubbed her temples with a slight headache and cut him off directly. She shot Zhao Linchuan a helpless glance, her eyes seeming to say, Why did you bring this thing over here?

Zhao Linchuan looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose cheek was swollen red as he forced himself to remain calm, and asked with feigned curiosity, "You're the one from yesterday who called himself a 'Martial Soul Theory Grandmaster'?"

"That's right! It is I!" Yu Xiaogang lifted his head proudly, as if he had found an opportunity to prove himself.

"Didn't Dong'er already 'reward' you with two Gold Soul Coins yesterday?" Zhao Linchuan asked in feigned confusion, deliberately stressing the word "reward." "What, did you spend them already?"

"Did you come today to 'beg' for more?" As he spoke, he slowly took out two gleaming Gold Soul Coins from his robes. With a flick of his fingers, the coins clinked as they rolled to Yu Xiaogang's feet.

"You...!" Yu Xiaogang felt blood rush straight to his head. This was no different from tearing off his dignity, throwing it to the ground, and trampling on it!

He was clearly being treated like a roadside beggar!

"Sir! Please show me some respect!"

"I am a true Martial Soul Theory Grandmaster!" he roared furiously, his voice sharp with agitation.

"A Martial Soul Theory Grandmaster?" As if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, Zhao Linchuan let out an undisguised sneer. "Oh, my apologies, my apologies! 'Grandmaster,' forgive my poor eyesight."

He looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, his eyes filled with unconcealed contempt and scrutiny. "But... tsk, tsk. Your Soul Power Fluctuation is... pitifully weak."

"Don't tell me even your Soul Grandmaster cultivation was barely forced up through medicine?"

He deliberately paused, the mockery in his tone as poisonous as a needlepoint. "Your title of 'theory grandmaster' certainly sounds impressive. So why is your own cultivation so... hmm... 'returning to simplicity,' 'hiding your strength'?"