Lin Qiu's Contact! Yu Xiaogang's Hypocritical Face! Bibi Dong's Love Brain!

"Mother."

Lin Qiu interrupted her, his expression earnest. "My path is one of unyielding dominance; this Extreme Yin Soul Flower is like poison to me. But for you, it is a supreme tonic."

"Besides."

Lin Qiu paused, his voice softening. "All these years, you have exhausted yourself caring for me and managing Martial Soul Hall, causing your cultivation progress to stagnate. Consider this herb a small token of your son's filial piety."

Bibi Dong's eyes reddened at these words.

Her life had been rugged and uneven, filled with betrayal and agony.

Only this child before her remained the sole solace in her heart.

A treasure capable of defying the heavens—if anyone else had obtained it, they would have hidden it away in fear, yet he had given it to her without a moment's hesitation.

"Good, good child."

Bibi Dong no longer refused. She took a deep breath to steady her emotions and immediately retrieved the Extreme Yin Soul Flower.

"I shall consume it now; guard me."

Without further delay, she swallowed the flower whole.

BOOM!

In an instant, a terrifying pillar of purple-black light erupted from Bibi Dong's body, surging straight into the clouds.

The sky above the Pope Palace was instantly blanketed in dark clouds, where the phantoms of two colossal Spider Emperors flickered in and out of existence, emitting screeches that shook the soul.

It was not evil, but a supreme, imperial pressure.

Lin Qiu stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene in silence.

Under the medicinal influence of the Extreme Yin Soul Flower, the chaotic killing intent within Bibi Dong was being rapidly purified, and her soul power fluctuations were skyrocketing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Level 98... Level 98 peak...

The momentum of this long-accumulated power finally bursting forth was truly shocking.

Mother's talent is already peerless. If not for that old schemer, the Rakshasa God, sabotaging her, and those wasted years spent blinded by love, she would have ascended to godhood long ago.

Lin Qiu thought to himself.

Now, with this precious herb from a higher-dimensional world as a foundation, Bibi Dong's potential would be fully restored, perhaps even surpassing the original timeline. Even without a divine position, she could carve out an invincible path.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiu's brow suddenly furrowed.

He had recalled the root of that "blinded by love" state.

Yu Xiaogang.

That man who called himself "Grandmaster," yet in reality only knew how to plagiarize theories and live off women, a man who was not only useless but also pretentious.

Bibi Dong remained obsessed with him, and because of this man, she had spared Tang San multiple times in the original story, ultimately leading to the downfall of Martial Soul Hall.

This hidden danger is not easy to resolve.

Lin Qiu rubbed his chin.

Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang were too complex. If he killed him outright, it might cause her to harbor resentment for a lifetime or even trigger a heart demon.

The best approach was to let Bibi Dong see the man's true colors, or to let the man dig his own grave.

Just then.

A cold, mechanical prompt echoed in Lin Qiu's mind.

[Ding! The system has detected a heretic cultivator in the surrounding area.]

[Target: Yu Xiaogang.]

[Identity Assessment: A swindling charlatan who uses "theory" as a front for fraud; his misleading of students is a heretical act.]

[Mission Issued: Eliminate the Heretic.]

[Mission Description: As a disciple of a righteous sect (as defined by the system), the host has an obligation to cleanse the filth around the sect and suppress the arrogance of heretics.]

[Mission Reward: Ten catties of Source Stone.]

Lin Qiu was slightly stunned, then a playful curve touched his lips.

"Interesting."

"The system actually classified Yu Xiaogang as a heretical swindler?"

This assessment was not entirely wrong.

That so-called theory of "there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters" was a joke in itself.

If Tang San hadn't possessed Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, and the cheats of a transmigrator, what would have happened if he had tried to cultivate with a regular Blue Silver Grass?

Whether he could even reach level ten would be a question.

Moreover, the vast majority of Yu Xiaogang's theories were plagiarized from the archives of Martial Soul Hall, yet he turned around and stepped on the organization that provided them.

"System, where is he?" Lin Qiu thought.

[Location: Outskirts of Martial Soul City, civilian market.]

A cold glint flashed in Lin Qiu's eyes.

Martial Soul City?

What was Yu Xiaogang doing running all the way to Martial Soul City instead of staying in Nuoding City?

After a brief calculation, Lin Qiu understood.

Judging by the timing, that brat Tang San must have reached a bottleneck in his Twin Martial Souls cultivation, or perhaps Yu Xiaogang, eager to show off, wanted to come to Martial Soul Hall to beg for the method of cultivating Twin Martial Souls.

"Truly, mud cannot be plastered onto a wall; without my mother, you are nothing but a fart."

Lin Qiu sneered.

"Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, don't blame me for being impolite."

He glanced at Bibi Dong, who was still in deep meditation, confirming her aura was stable and she was at a critical stage of transformation, requiring at least several hours before she would wake.

Lin Qiu summoned Elder Gui Mei, instructed him to guard the area well, and then his figure flickered, transforming into a streak of golden light as he silently departed the Pope Palace.

At the same time.

On the outskirts of Martial Soul City, in a bustling market square.

A middle-aged man dressed in gray cloth robes, with a stiff expression and unkempt stubble, was looking at the towering Pope Palace with a dejected expression.

It was none other than Yu Xiaogang, revered by the world as the "Grandmaster."

His gaze was complex, filled with anticipation, yet tinged with self-loathing and resentment.

"Dong'er..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself.

He had truly run out of options this time.

Stubborn by nature, he had tried to return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan a few days ago to acknowledge his ancestors and borrow their archives, only to be ruthlessly driven out by the clan elders, who cursed him as a disgrace to the family.

Yu Xiaogang was unwilling to accept this.

He had to prove himself!

As long as Tang San succeeded, he, Yu Xiaogang, would be the number one theorist!

But the backlash from the Twin Martial Souls remained an unsolvable problem, leaving him no choice but to thicken his skin and try his luck at Martial Soul Hall.

As long as he could see Bibi Dong...

Given that woman's infatuation with him, and that lingering guilt, she would surely tell him the method.

With the method in hand, he could cultivate a god!

When that day came, everyone would have to bow down and worship him!

Thinking of this, the gloom in Yu Xiaogang's eyes dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable excitement.

However...

He touched his shriveled pockets.

The long journey had exhausted his travel funds; he couldn't even scrape together the city entry fee, let alone bribe the gatekeepers to pass on a message.

"Sigh, the world is blind; if they knew I was the Grandmaster, how could they let me suffer such hardship?"

Yu Xiaogang sighed.

His gaze swept over the bustling commoners and low-level soul masters around him.

This was the foot of Martial Soul City, where the culture was martial and almost everyone discussed soul master cultivation, holding Martial Soul Hall in the highest regard.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes rolled, and a plan formed in his mind.

Since he couldn't get in for now, he might as well propagate his theories here and earn some travel money on the side.

The commoners here were extremely thirsty for knowledge; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It was even an honor for these ignorant masses!

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang straightened his clothes, assumed a profound and mysterious air, and walked with his hands behind his back to a high platform.

"Ahem!"

He cleared his throat, his voice deliberately lowered to sound hoarse and world-weary.

"Everyone, lend me your ears."

The surrounding commoners and soul masters stopped in their tracks, curiously watching this unremarkable middle-aged man.

Seeing he had captured their attention, Yu Xiaogang lifted his chin slightly and said proudly:

"I am the Grandmaster of soul master theory, known as Yu Xiaogang. I have read ten thousand volumes in the Martial Soul Hall library and summarized the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!"

Hearing the words "Martial Soul Hall," the crowd erupted into a stir.

"A Grandmaster from Martial Soul Hall?"

"Could he be some elder?"

"Doesn't look like one, dressed so shabbily..."

Yu Xiaogang turned a deaf ear to the crowd's chatter and continued, "Passing through this precious place today, I see that while you all possess a firm heart toward the martial path, you lack the proper methods. It is truly lamentable."

"My heart is filled with pity, and I am willing to offer guidance to clear your confusion."

He extended a finger and waved it before the crowd.

"Only one Gold Soul Coin! For just one Gold Soul Coin, you can receive personal guidance from this Master on the path of martial soul cultivation! With my instruction, even joining the Martial Soul Hall in the future will be as easy as turning over one's hand!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd erupted in an uproar.

One Gold Soul Coin? That was several months' worth of expenses for an ordinary family!

But if it were truly possible to join the Martial Soul Hall...

Many parents who had brought their children to awaken their martial souls felt their eyes grow fervent.

In the hearts of commoners, the Martial Soul Hall was a holy land, the only chance to change their destiny.

"This Master speaks as if it's the truth; could he really be a man of great talent?"

"Forget it, for the sake of the child, what is one Gold Soul Coin!"

Immediately, several plainly dressed commoners tremblingly pulled out their coin purses, preparing to step forward and pay.

Yu Xiaogang looked at those Gold Soul Coins, a flash of greed crossing his eyes, though he maintained his aloof expression on the surface while sneering inwardly.

A bunch of fools, just as expected; they took the bait after a few casual lies.

The reputation of the Martial Soul Hall was truly useful indeed.

Just as his hand was about to touch the Gold Soul Coin, a cold voice tinged with a hint of mockery suddenly came from behind the crowd.

"Master? I think a con artist is more like it."

The voice was not loud, yet it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

The previously fervent crowd instantly fell silent, and those commoners who were preparing to pay withdrew their hands, their faces filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened instantly, his hand hanging in mid-air, frozen in embarrassment.

He whipped his head around, glaring furiously in the direction from which the voice had come.

"Who is it! How dare you slander this Master!"