Yu Xiaogang's Fear, That Child From Back Then! Humiliation!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Martial Soul Hall, Main Hall.

The dome here soared dozens of meters high, surrounded by massive stone pillars carved with intricate totems. The entire hall was permeated with a solemn, sacred aura that made one instinctively want to prostrate in worship.

Because the Pope, Qian Xunji, rarely made appearances, this had become the absolute core where the Saintess, Bibi Dong, coordinated the affairs of Martial Soul Hall and summoned important figures.

On the steps at the front of the hall sat a magnificent throne, symbolizing the pinnacle of power.

Bibi Dong, wearing a purple-gold crown and a gorgeous robe inlaid with countless fine gems, sat upright upon the throne.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was filled with the endless majesty of one who had long held a position of power, and her eyes, deep as cold pools, looked down upon everything below.

Standing slightly behind her to the side.

Was a youth dressed in a black, form-fitting martial outfit.

It was Lin Yuan.

He stood as straight as a sword, his arms crossed over his chest with extreme nonchalance.

Though he was only fifteen, his chiseled, peerless face and the astonishing pressure naturally radiating from his entire being ensured that even standing beside the fully imposing Bibi Dong, his brilliance was not in the slightest diminished.

The two of them watched the entrance of the hall in silence.

As the heavy doors were slowly pushed open from the outside.

Yu Xiaogang led Tang San, striding into this center of power that struck awe into the hearts of countless soul masters across the continent.

He had specially changed into a brand-new dark robe today, and his hair was combed with meticulous precision.

The moment he stepped into the hall, his gaze locked directly onto Bibi Dong on the throne.

Completely ignoring the solemn and severe atmosphere, Yu Xiaogang stopped with a swagger, a smile he deemed affectionate and intimate plastered on his face.

He waved his hand toward the dais with great enthusiasm, greeting her.

"Bibi Dong, it has been a long time."

The casual tone was as if he were strolling through his own backyard, or perhaps acting coy with an old flame.

However.

The only response he received was dead silence.

Even the echoes in the hall seemed to have vanished.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne, her expression cold to the extreme; she looked at Yu Xiaogang as if she were looking at a patch of mud on the side of the road.

There was no excitement of a long-awaited reunion, nor the deep, affectionate gaze Yu Xiaogang had fantasized about.

"Why have you come?"

Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly. The five words she uttered were like chunks of ten-thousand-year black ice hitting the floor—cold, distant, and reeking of a repulsion that kept others at a thousand-mile distance.

The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face stiffened for a moment.

But he possessed a near-pathological confidence in his own charm, assuming that Bibi Dong was merely sulking because he hadn't come to see her for so many years.

Yu Xiaogang shrugged nonchalantly and continued speaking of his own accord.

"It has been so many years; naturally, I came to see you."

"By the way, I would like to introduce you to my newly accepted direct disciple."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang pulled Tang San from behind him to the front, pressing his hands onto Tang San's shoulders, a fanatical light erupting on his stiff face.

"Look closely, his name is Tang San!"

"He is a peerless prodigy rarely seen in a century across the entire continent. Not only does he possess Innate Full Soul Power, but he also carries the extremely rare Twin Martial Souls!"

"Under the personal guidance of my peerless Ten Core Competitivenesses theory, his cultivation has already reached a truly astonishing level."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, deliberately biting down hard on the following words, attempting to create a scene-shaking effect.

"He is only twelve years old, yet he has already reached the level of a thirty-first-rank Soul Elder!"

"Bibi Dong, do you understand what this concept means?"

"His future is destined to be that of a peerless genius who stands above all others!"

After finishing these words, Yu Xiaogang lifted his chin slightly, looking at Bibi Dong on the high platform with a face full of arrogance.

He stated the ultimate purpose of his visit directly.

"The cultivation of Twin Martial Souls carries the danger of backlash; in all the world, only you have successfully overcome it."

"Therefore, hand over the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls to me."

"As long as I have your method to complement my theory, I, Yu Xiaogang, can personally cultivate a peerless genius who will dominate the ages!"

Yu Xiaogang's words were impassioned, as if his request for the highest secret of Martial Soul Hall were some great favor he was bestowing upon them.

Tang San, pushed to the front by his teacher, felt the high praise Yu Xiaogang had for him, and his spine straightened involuntarily, a hint of hidden pride flashing in his eyes.

However.

Bibi Dong, on the high platform, did not even blink an eye.

In her exquisite eyes, aside from cold indifference, there remained only endless mockery.

Level thirty-one?

A Soul Elder?

A peerless genius?

Bibi Dong felt an urge to burst into laughter.

Standing right beside her was a terrifying monster who had reached level sixty-nine at the age of fifteen, a being whose very first spirit ring was nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years old!

Having watched a heaven-defying existence like Lin Yuan every day, looking at the self-satisfied Tang San below felt absurd.

In Bibi Dong's eyes, Tang San's meager cultivation and so-called talent couldn't even compare to a single strand of Lin Yuan's hair; they were simply not worth mentioning!

She didn't even have the interest to offer a response, completely disregarding Yu Xiaogang's grandiloquent speech.

Feeling the deathly silence from the high platform.

The arrogance on Yu Xiaogang's face began to falter.

He furrowed his brows, his gaze lingering on Bibi Dong for a moment before finally shifting slightly, noticing the silent youth in black standing beside her.

At first, Yu Xiaogang merely assumed he was an attendant by Bibi Dong's side.

But when he truly caught a clear look at Lin Yuan's face.

Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened abruptly.

An extremely familiar and hair-raising shadow surged up from the deepest recesses of his memory.

This appearance... these features...

Feeling a sense of familiarity, Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at Lin Yuan's face, his mind exploding with a deafening roar.

That year.

That strange child who hunted spirit beasts all alone.

That devil who had crippled him with just a few punches, trampling him and his prideful theories into the dirt!

Just as Yu Xiaogang's mind fell into complete chaos.

On the high platform, Lin Yuan, who had been silently observing, suddenly stepped forward.

He looked down at Yu Xiaogang at the foot of the stairs from his superior position.

A mocking smile appeared on his handsome face.

His clear voice echoed through the great hall, carrying immense penetrating power.

"Long time no see, Grandmaster."

Lin Yuan's gaze shifted slightly downward, landing on Yu Xiaogang's right arm.

"Is that arm of yours better now?"

Boom!

These words struck like a heavy hammer, slamming violently into Yu Xiaogang's heart.