Yu Xiaogang's Predicament

In Spirit Hall Prison.

Yu Xiaogang had been put through hell lately by the Philosophy Society's Philosophy Masters.

He picked up soap for them every day. His knees were red, and his jaw felt close to dislocating.

And because Ao Zhan had once put him through brutal training with a Joyous Ape, the sharp-eyed Philosophy Masters saw through him the moment they got their hands on him. They knew he was no stranger to their ways, and used him all the harder.

Yet through all that torment, Yu Xiaogang had not spent his days in dread at the thought of Qian Xunji ruining his reputation and dismissing his Martial Soul Theory as utterly worthless.

There was still light in his eyes—the light of hope.

His disciple Tang San was a favored son of heaven, blessed with Twin Martial Souls and chosen as a god's successor. That hope alone kept Yu Xiaogang from going completely mad under the Philosophy Masters' torment and the dark future awaiting him.

When Heaven was about to lay a great burden on a man, it first made his heart suffer, worked his sinews and bones, and starved his flesh.

A little suffering on his part was nothing. As long as his dear disciple Tang San overcame every obstacle and crushed Spirit Hall's teams, Qian Xunji's claims that his theory was flawed would carry no weight, even if he made them before the entire continent.

And today, Yu Xiaogang finally had a chance to get some time outside.

The prison guards took one look at him and moved far away in disgust.

Even the other prisoners out for air fled when they learned he came from the Philosophy Society.

The Philosophy Society was notorious throughout Spirit Hall Prison. In every other cell, the mere mention of those