Yu Xiaogang is Just a Clown! Wishful Thinking!

Speaking of this, Yu Xiaogang paused deliberately, as if savoring some past event that brought him great pleasure.

"Back then in Martial Soul City, all I had to do was crook my finger, and Bibi Dong would drop everything she was doing, running to my side with complete willingness."

"She was absolutely obedient to me, hanging on my every word."

"With my personal charisma and the emotional bond we forged through our theoretical research, what was a mere cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls compared to that?"

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand grandly, his demeanor one of absolute confidence.

"As long as I personally step forward to ask, she wouldn't even question it for a second; she would hand it over with both hands immediately!"

"You can set your heart at ease. Since I promised to cultivate you into the number one genius on the continent, I will never go back on my word."

Watching Yu Xiaogang's resolute and self-assured expression, the doubts in Tang San's heart dissipated for the most part.

He took a deep breath, his eyes once again filled with that blind worship and reverence as he looked at Yu Xiaogang.

He was truly worthy of being his teacher; he could even manipulate the high and mighty Saintess of Martial Soul Hall with such ease.

"Thank you for your trouble, Teacher. This disciple will surely redouble his efforts and never let down your cultivation!"

Tang San bowed his head solemnly.

Yu Xiaogang stroked the short beard on his chin with great satisfaction and closed his eyes again, his mind already beginning to fantasize about the glorious scene of pushing his Ten Core Competitivenesses theory to the pinnacle of the entire continent once he obtained the Twin Martial Souls cultivation method.

After several days of long-distance travel.

The towering and majestic Martial Soul City finally appeared at the end of their line of sight.

The massive stone walls, dozens of zhang high, resembled an ancient beast dormant on the earth, radiating a suffocating and heavy pressure.

Tang San stepped off the carriage and looked up at the enormous city gate, his heart deeply shaken.

Such magnificent architecture was far beyond what a remote little place like Nuoding City could compare to.

Yu Xiaogang, meanwhile, walked with his hands behind his back, taking steps he considered extremely dashing and composed, heading straight toward the heavily guarded knight squad at the gate.

"Halt!"

"This is a restricted area of Martial Soul City! No unauthorized personnel allowed!"

Two guards clad in heavy silver armor crossed their long spears abruptly, blocking Yu Xiaogang's path, their eyes filled with scrutiny and caution.

Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly, feeling quite displeased at being obstructed by such low-level guards.

He cleared his throat, lifted his chin slightly, and struck a pose of profound mystery.

"Go and report to your Saintess."

"Tell her that Yu Xiaogang requests an audience."

The two guards exchanged a glance, seeing a trace of confusion in each other's eyes.

Having guarded the gate for years, they had seen countless big shots, yet they had never heard the name Yu Xiaogang.

However, seeing the man's righteous and self-assured demeanor, the guards dared not offend him lightly.

One of them pulled back his spear with a cold face and turned to walk quickly into the city.

"Wait here!"

Watching the guard's retreating back, Yu Xiaogang turned his head and gave Tang San a smile full of hidden meaning.

"Watch closely, Little San. It won't be long before Bibi Dong sends someone to welcome me in personally."

Meanwhile.

In the most core area of Martial Soul Hall, the Saintess Palace.

The highest quality calming incense burned within the hall, with wisps of blue smoke drifting slowly through the spacious and luxurious room, filling the air with a refreshing, faint fragrance.

Bibi Dong sat with her eyes closed, leaning lazily against a large, soft chair covered in snow-white fox fur.

Today, she had changed into a form-fitting pale gold dress, which displayed her graceful and hot curves without reservation.

On that beautiful and majestic face, the usual defenses and coldness had rarely faded, replaced by a sense of ultimate relaxation and comfort.

Lin Yuan stood behind the soft chair, his hands resting on Bibi Dong's shoulders, which were as delicate as suet jade.

His long, powerful fingers kneaded with precise force, gently massaging several key acupoints.

Streams of pure, gentle soul power flowed from Lin Yuan's fingertips like a trickling stream into Bibi Dong's body, soothing the fatigue brought on by days of handling the complex affairs of Martial Soul Hall.

"Mm..."

Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft, extremely comfortable hum.

She tilted her head back slightly, her smooth purple hair cascading like a waterfall over Lin Yuan's arms.

"Yuan'er, your massage technique is becoming more and more proficient."

"Aunt Dong feels as if every bone in her body has been combed through, and the fatigue of the past few days has been swept away."

Bibi Dong opened her long, charming eyes, her gaze filled with undisguised appreciation and doting.

Lin Yuan did not stop his movements, chuckling at her words.

"Aunt Dong has to handle so much administrative work for the Pope every day, all while balancing her own cultivation; it is only natural that it is exhausting."

"It is only right that I help Aunt Dong alleviate some of that fatigue."

Listening to the youth's warm and clear voice, the smile at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth deepened.

She turned her head to look at Lin Yuan before her, examining him with meticulous care.

At fifteen years of age, his stature had fully shot up, standing tall and slender like a pine tree braving the wind and snow.

His face was handsome and dashing to the extreme, his features like the heavens' most perfect masterpiece, with a composure and ease between his brows that far surpassed his years.

What made Bibi Dong feel even more immense pride was the terrifying level of cultivation and talent Lin Yuan possessed.

A sixty-ninth-rank Soul Emperor at fifteen!

He was only a thin layer of window paper away from the threshold of a Soul Saint.

Such an exaggerated speed, unprecedented and likely never to be surpassed, made even Bibi Dong—a genius with Twin Martial Souls herself—feel a sense of inferiority in front of Lin Yuan.

"You've grown up, and you've become even better looking."

Bibi Dong raised a hand, white as jade, and gently stroked Lin Yuan's cheek, her eyes filled with deep gratification.

"To possess such world-shaking talent and yet remain so humble and steady—I am truly proud of you."

"Tell me, is there any particular wish you have lately?"

"As long as you speak it, whether it be rare treasures or spirit bone manuals, Aunt Dong will certainly obtain it for you."

Bibi Dong's tone carried an unquestionable air of dominance; this was the confidence she held as the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall.

Lin Yuan stopped what he was doing, moved to the front of the soft chair, and sat down on the small couch beside it without standing on ceremony.

He braced his hands behind him, meeting Bibi Dong's gaze with a completely frank expression.

"As for treasures or spirit bones, I lack for nothing."

"If you ask about a wish..."

Lin Yuan deliberately drew out his tone, watching as Bibi Dong's ears pricked up slightly, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

"I miss Sister Qian Renxue."