There Are No Trash Martial Souls, Only a Trash Grandmaster

Take Yu Xiaogang down first!

Qian Daoliu quickly accepted this decision. No matter how unwilling Bibi Dong was, she had no choice when it came to matters of such importance.

"By the way, what's the name of the girl who came with you?" Only then did Bibi Dong remember that a young woman had accompanied Qin Chuan last night.

"Her name is Ye Guyi. Her Martial Soul is the Holy Angel, and she's a descendant of my sister from ten thousand years in the future."

"Xiao Xue's descendant!" Qian Daoliu's eyes lit up.

Qin Chuan said, "She's a poor girl. I'd planned to come alone, but she somehow ended up coming along. It's possible my sister left something for her descendants before she passed away."

Qian Daoliu got up to meet Ye Guyi. After all, she was his granddaughter's descendant, and she must have had countless questions after suddenly arriving in this world.

Qin Chuan didn't go to see Ye Guyi. The time wasn't right yet.

That afternoon, Qin Chuan, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo, and Ghost Leopard Douluo set out together for Notting City, on the border between the two great empires.

Two days later, a letter in Qian Daoliu's own hand arrived on the desk of Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire.

"Retrieve the Heaven Dou Empire's national treasure, the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, and return to Spirit Hall at once."

Xue Qinghe's handsome face was grave. What on earth was happening at Spirit Hall? Why had his grandfather, who had long since retired from the public eye, personally written to him?

Though Xue Qinghe was full of questions about what had happened at Spirit Hall, he still retrieved the "Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud"—the key to Tang San becoming the Sea God—that very day. After successfully handing over his position to the person sent to replace him, he set off for Spirit Hall.

The hills behind Holy Soul Village.

Ghost Douluo concealed himself in the darkness and replied respectfully, "Your Holiness the Pope, I've confirmed it. Tang Hao has been at home all this time. Old Jack, who took Tang San to Notting City, has just returned to Holy Soul Village."

Bibi Dong nodded. "Good. Begin the operation!"

The Spirit Hall group split into two teams.

Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo headed to the hills behind Holy Soul Village to steal the Blue Silver Emperor's main body and its right leg bone.

The other team—Bibi Dong, Gui Mei, and Yue Guan—escorted Qin Chuan to Notting Academy to carry out the plan to "eliminate" Yu Xiaogang.

Notting City lay between the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires. A small border city with a sparse population and little strategic importance, its strongest Spirit Hall Branch was only staffed by a Soul Grandmaster.

At night, Notting Junior Soul Master Academy lay in darkness.

Whether work-study students or the children of the city's nobles, everyone had gone to sleep.

In a secluded room at the academy, a middle-aged man with a weathered face and close-cropped hair, dressed in black, was packing his things. He could no longer hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

"Heaven never bars every path. Gold always shines. I've spent more than ten years in Notting City, and I thought my talent would be buried here forever. Who would've thought I'd meet the second person in a century with Twin Martial Souls? Tang San—his surname is Tang, and his First Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, a Trash Martial Soul. That means he must have a Second Martial Soul, and it must be incredibly powerful."

"Otherwise, where would his Innate Full Soul Power have come from? I really am a genius! Excellent! I have to add this to my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, too."

Outside the door, Bibi Dong, Gui Mei, and Yue Guan exchanged glances.

After hearing this, Yue Guan couldn't help sneering. "Soul Masters with Twin Martial Souls are rare because spouses' Martial Soul quality tends to differ greatly. Only when their Martial Souls are of equal quality—and even then, with an extremely low chance—can they have a child with Twin Martial Souls."

Inside the room, Yu Xiaogang had been basking in his own smugness. Hearing those words, he shuddered, anger rising in his heart. They directly invalidated everything he'd claimed up to that point.

After all, he was the one who'd discovered Tang San's Twin Martial Souls. His reasoning was sound, so who was this person to question him?

But in the next instant, cold sweat beaded on Yu Xiaogang's forehead. His eyes widened, his face filled with terror. "Who's there? Show yourself!"

"Click—"

The moment the door swung open, Yu Xiaogang's legs gave way, and he slumped to the floor. His eyes widened, and his breathing turned rapid.

"Bi... Bibi Dong?! Why are you here?" In his panic, Yu Xiaogang wanted to shout and alert the people backing Tang San.

Bibi Dong had already prepared for that.

She snapped her fingers. Invisible Soul Power formed a barrier around them, sealing the area off from the outside world.

Seeing that Bibi Dong had come prepared, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and got to his feet. With one hand behind his back and his expression impassive, he said coolly, "Bibi Dong! It's been many years since we last met. What do you want with me?"

Bibi Dong's feelings were complicated. Facing the man she had once loved, she had no desire to fight him. But this concerned her life, her daughter's fate, and the plans she had for her son. At such a critical moment, personal feelings would only get in the way. Bibi Dong steeled herself.

Her brow furrowed, and she spoke in a cool, mocking tone. "After more than ten years, you still haven't broken through level thirty. And you're still fussing over your so-called Ten Core Competencies?"

At those words, Yu Xiaogang's eyes immediately reddened. He argued, "What's that supposed to mean? Did you come all this way just to mock me? Soul Power Level doesn't mean everything. I know my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul are right! You're the ones who are wrong. One day, I'll prove myself!"

Gui Mei and Yue Guan exchanged a smile. In this world, where strength was everything, a weakling who could never break through level thirty would bring shame on his Martial Soul, even if Yu Xiaogang was a prominent member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Bibi Dong took an interest, but instead of asking outright, she exposed him. "You took on a disciple with Twin Martial Souls. Once he becomes a Titled Douluo, you'll be able to turn your fortunes around as his teacher."

Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted. Cold sweat drenched him. "You! How did you know?"

Bibi Dong only smiled. Gui Mei and Yue Guan looked at him with nothing but contempt.

"If I took your disciple away..."

Before Bibi Dong could finish, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists. His eyes welled up, and his voice choked. "Bibi Dong! You can't do that! Xiao San is my only hope..."

"And what if I really did take him?"

"...Then I'd stop at nothing to destroy Spirit Hall!" For once, Yu Xiaogang stood his ground.

At this point, there was no need for Bibi Dong to ask anything else.

"No wonder you're the shameless Yu Xiaogang. How can someone like you call himself a Grandmaster?"

"'There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters'—that's your famous saying. But you have a Trash Martial Soul yourself, and you're fifty years old without breaking through level thirty. You've insulted yourself twice in one sentence. No one else could manage that."

"It should be changed to: 'There are no trash Martial Souls, only a trash Grandmaster.'"