Luo Sanpao Loses, Gangzi Cries

"The heavens are unfair. Why must Martial Soul Hall be favored time and time again?"

"While my Heaven Dou Empire is only met with cold indifference."

Emperor Xue Ye felt jealousy burning in his heart.

The Heaven Dou Empire struggled to cultivate talent, leaving them no choice but to focus their efforts on technology.

Yet, as it turned out, fate had bestowed the Soul Tool technology of ten thousand years into the future upon Martial Soul Hall.

In this moment, Emperor Xue Ye hated the heavens for their injustice, and he hated that Xuan Zi was a good-for-nothing who could not defeat Golden Crocodile Douluo.

If Xuan Zi had won Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit, Emperor Xue Ye could have accepted it.

As long as it did not strengthen Martial Soul Hall, Emperor Xue Ye could accept anything.

But as luck would have it, things went against his wishes.

Every stroke of good fortune fell into the lap of Martial Soul Hall.

"Pass my order to the Crown Prince: since we cannot stand on the shoulders of giants, we shall break through on our own."

"The Heaven Dou Empire will provide full support to all craftsmen."

"Whoever can drive the development of the empire's Soul Tools, whether they want money or titles, I will satisfy them."

Emperor Xue Ye refused to admit defeat; he still wanted to try his best to compete with Martial Soul Hall.

Little did he know, the Crown Prince in whom he placed such high hopes was actually a member of Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Renxue scoffed at Emperor Xue Ye's command.

"Foolish!"

"Is developing Soul Tools really such a simple matter?"

"Without the direct replication of the knowledge from future generations, even if the Heaven Dou Empire were given a hundred years, they would never achieve anything of substance."

Qian Renxue sneered.

She did not take Emperor Xue Ye's order to heart.

She wanted to return to Martial Soul Hall now more than ever.

Golden Crocodile Douluo had obtained Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit, which would surely bring many benefits to Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Renxue was extremely interested in those Soul Tools capable of slaying gods.

Besides, she could also reunite with Qian Xunji and rekindle their father-daughter bond.

Qian Renxue had been undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire for so many years.

Her heart felt hollow and lonely.

If not for the faith of the Angel Clan supporting her, preventing her from abandoning her mission, Qian Renxue would have wanted to go home long ago.

"Soon!"

"Give me a little more time!"

"Everything will be settled."

Qian Renxue gazed in the direction of Martial Soul Hall, a flash of determination in her eyes.

She had recently increased the dosage for Emperor Xue Ye.

Within a year!

Emperor Xue Ye would collapse completely.

By then, everything in the Heaven Dou Empire would be hers to decide.

The reason Qian Renxue had suddenly increased the dosage was because of Tang San, the primary culprit.

Ever since learning of the fate of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Renxue had felt a sense of urgency.

Therefore, she had no choice but to accelerate the pace of her mission.

The day of her return to Martial Soul Hall was not far off.

On the other side...

Yu Xiaogang was utterly dejected.

He looked as if he had just lost his own mother.

He kept muttering to himself: "Sanpao... my Sanpao!"

That's right, the reason for Yu Xiaogang's breakdown was that his martial soul was gone.

Yu Xiaogang had originally thought this gamble was a sure thing.

He had delusions of leaping to become a master with Twin Martial Souls.

But he never expected that the heavens would play a joke on him.

Not only did Yu Xiaogang fail to get his wish, but—

Instead, he had lost his final reliance, Luo Sanpao.

Although Yu Xiaogang often expressed disdain for his own martial soul in daily life.

Yet a martial soul is the foundation of a soul master.

No matter how much Yu Xiaogang loathed it, he could not bear to abandon Luo Sanpao.

Now that the martial soul was gone!

Yu Xiaogang was thoroughly cemented in his reputation as trash, with no possibility of ever turning things around.

In the past, even though Yu Xiaogang had been stuck at level 29 soul power, there was always a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.

But now, his soul power had been wiped to zero, and his martial soul was gone.

Yu Xiaogang was now a complete and utter piece of trash.

This made Yu Xiaogang, a middle-aged man, unable to hold back his urge to weep bitterly.

"Teacher, a bet is a bet."

"Even though Luo Sanpao was lost!"

"As long as we don't give up, we still have hope."

Tang San truly could not stand watching Yu Xiaogang blubbering.

He had been swindled out of his soul power by Yu Xiaogang twice, yet he hadn't complained.

And to be honest, Tang San felt that there was no difference between Yu Xiaogang losing or not!

With Yu Xiaogang's meager strength, he struggled even against a Datura Snake.

Walking down the road, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Even now that he had lost everything and was left with nothing.

Tang San didn't think it mattered.

He was still trash, regardless.

"Damn Sea God Pavilion!"

"How could they cultivate a piece of trash like Xuan Zi?"

"I really don't know if that faction is blind."

"To even cultivate someone like Xuan Zi."

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang channeled all his resentment toward Xuan Zi.

If it weren't for Xuan Zi failing to meet Yu Xiaogang's expectations.

How could he have possibly lost Luo Sanpao?

It was all because Xuan Zi had messed up so spectacularly.

That was why Yu Xiaogang had ended up in such a state.

Naturally, he had to hold a grudge against Xuan Zi and the Sea God Pavilion.

Tang San was speechless.

He truly couldn't understand where Gangzi found the courage to call Xuan Zi trash.

Although Xuan Zi's performance was indeed worthy of mockery.

Yu Xiaogang was even more useless than Xuan Zi.

As the saying goes, the pot shouldn't call the kettle black.

For Yu Xiaogang to mock Xuan Zi as trash was simply laughable.

If Yu Xiaogang knew at this moment that the Sea God Pavilion he was mocking would become the future Shrek Academy.

He would likely feel his face burning with shame.

"Xiao San, I can only rely on you from now on."

"After you become a god, you must never forget my cultivation."

Yu Xiaogang pinned his final hopes on Tang San.

As long as Tang San became a god in the future and brought him to the God Realm to enjoy life.

Then today's losses would amount to nothing.

"Teacher, rest assured, I will certainly not forget your cultivation."

Tang San agreed readily.

But in his heart, a trace of contempt arose.

The help Yu Xiaogang could provide him now was essentially non-existent.

Cultivation? Tang San couldn't even be bothered to retort.

If it weren't for the fact that his pure and noble persona could not be broken.

Tang San had long since wanted to kick Yu Xiaogang away.

Yu Xiaogang was of no help at all right now.

He was always dragging him down.

If Tang San hadn't listened to Yu Xiaogang's nonsense, he wouldn't have lost two levels of spirit power.

Thinking of this, Tang San gritted his teeth in anger.

He had trusted Gangzi so much, only for it to go to waste.

Yet in the end, Yu Xiaogang betrayed that trust.

Tang San swore in his heart.

From now on, he would never listen to Yu Xiaogang's blind guidance when placing bets again.

If Tang San had just followed his own intuition, he might have made a fortune.

Yu Xiaogang did not notice the dissatisfaction in Tang San's heart.

Hearing Tang San promise to be filial and take him to the God Realm to enjoy life, Yu Xiaogang danced with excitement.

As long as Tang San became a god, his own hardships would finally be over.

Who would dare call him a failure then?

He would just have his god-disciple teach them a lesson.

Once he went to the God Realm to enjoy his life, everyone would envy him for raising such a good apprentice.

Fantasizing about the future, Yu Xiaogang felt that life was full of promise.

The depression he felt from losing his martial soul earlier was swept away!

"Little San, you must continue to listen to your master next time."

"I definitely won't misjudge again!"

"When the time comes, I'll make sure you win back everything with interest."

Yu Xiaogang patted his chest in assurance.

His tone was as confident as ever.

It was as if one could win big simply by believing in Gangzi.