Young Bibi Dong and Young Yu Xiaogang

The two moved toward the Library Pavilion of Martial Soul Hall.

Tens of thousands of classics, soul master cultivation, martial soul analysis, soul ring combinations, and other knowledge were all contained within.

As Su Chen stepped onto the second floor of the Library Pavilion, a refined and scholarly figure caught his eye.

The young man wore a simple long robe, his features gentle and his temperament scholarly; his short hair looked capable. It was none other than a young Yu Xiaogang.

He was still in his youth, and Su Chen even thought he looked a bit handsome.

Time is truly a butcher's knife!

Su Chen followed behind Bibi Dong without a word.

"Xiaogang," Bibi Dong called out softly.

Yu Xiaogang turned around. Seeing it was Bibi Dong, a trace of gentle warmth flashed in his eyes, but his gaze immediately fell on Su Chen beside her, filled with a hint of confusion.

"This is my newly accepted disciple, Su Chen."

"Su Chen, this is Yu Xiaogang. He is a master of martial soul theory I have recently met, and he has profound insights into martial souls."

Bibi Dong introduced them briefly, then spoke directly: "Xiaogang, my disciple has awakened a Red-Clad Ghost, a martial soul never before recorded in Martial Soul Hall, with Innate Full Soul Power. I wanted to ask, do you have any understanding of this?"

Innate Full Soul Power!

And a Red-Clad Ghost that had never been seen before?

A flash of jealousy and resentment darted across Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

His own martial soul had mutated, shackling him for life with mediocre talent.

Yet this child before him actually possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

After observing Su Chen's martial soul, Yu Xiaogang spoke slowly: "His ghost-type martial soul leans toward the sinister. It fits the agility-attack route. His soul rings should prioritize speed-based soul skills, following the cultivation path of Elder Ghost. As long as he works hard in the future, there is a slim hope of becoming a Titled Douluo."

"In my opinion, a two-hundred-and-fifty-year-old Sly Snake is very suitable for his martial soul. Although it is ugly, its strength lies in its ability to flee, its high speed, and its ability to emit a foul odor to protect itself at critical moments."

"According to my analysis and hypothesis, if someone absorbs it, they will surely obtain a speed-type soul skill, and perhaps even generate a shield while using it. One could say there is a great possibility of achieving two effects with one skill."

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, and she was about to speak, but Su Chen could no longer listen.

Elder Ghost's path?

Pursuing speed while abandoning the essence of pressure and the power to suppress evil? This was not the cultivation path for a Ghost martial soul.

Even if he didn't fully understand his own martial soul, he knew the capabilities of a ghost.

Evil energy follows the power-attack route.

Fear, resentment, and illusions follow the spirit-control route.

Absorbing yang, gathering yin, and ghost-shadow movement techniques follow the agility-attack route.

Therefore, power-attack, control, and agility-attack were the paths a Ghost martial soul should take.

Su Chen's youthful voice rang out clearly: "My Ghost Emperor martial soul possesses suppression of evil, command, and essence in control and dominance, rather than simply pursuing speed."

The refined and profound smile on Yu Xiaogang's face froze instantly, his expression turning extremely ugly.

He furrowed his brows and spoke in a stern tone: "A mere child who has just awakened his martial soul, what do you know of martial soul theory? I have studied martial soul theory for four or five years; how can I allow you to judge it recklessly? With your ignorance, you will only waste your Innate Full Soul Power and lose the chance to become a Titled Douluo. As long as you follow my methods, I guarantee you will become a Titled Douluo..."

"Master, are you very strong?" Su Chen suddenly asked innocently.

"Hmm?" Yu Xiaogang raised his head slightly, his expression arrogant: "Level twenty-nine."

"Wow, my teacher is only seventeen and already level forty-nine. Looking at your age, you must be in your twenties, right? Being level twenty-nine at twenty is indeed quite a feat."

"You, you..."

Seeing this little brat compare him to Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been stung by something, and the pride on his face vanished instantly.

"I am limited by my talent; my Innate Soul Power was only level 0.5. With such low Innate Soul Power, the fact that I could break through to level twenty-nine by twenty shows just how hard I have worked. Furthermore, I can tell you clearly: there are no useless soul masters, only useless martial souls."

When Yu Xiaogang said the final sentence, he puffed out his chest deliberately.

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered, and she opened her mouth.

Su Chen cut in first:

"Is that so? Then explain this to me: your soul power is only level twenty-nine, and your martial soul is a piglet—I'm afraid you can't even handle a hundred-year soul beast, right? Stopped at this point at twenty years old, are you admitting that you are a failure, or that your martial soul is a failure?"

"You, you..."

Yu Xiaogang's breath hitched, and his face quickly flushed red.

He stood frozen in place, unable to find a rebuttal for a moment.

Bibi Dong's expression also shifted slightly. She had known Yu Xiaogang for ten days, but she had yet to see his martial soul.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes as she asked: "Xiaogang, is your martial soul really a piglet?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't know how to respond.

He wanted to wait for the right moment to confess his background to Bibi Dong.

Once her favor reached a certain level, he would gain her sympathy.

Following this plan, he would surely win Bibi Dong's heart and have her bring him to the top floor of the Library Pavilion.

That place is the true treasury of Martial Soul Hall, containing all the cultivation records of spirit masters throughout the ages.

It is a pity, however, that Martial Soul Hall is not open to the public; only the bottom two floors of the Library Pavilion are accessible to outside factions for study.

Now that this brat had poked a hole in the situation and disrupted his plans, Yu Xiaogang was at a loss as to how to explain his background to Bibi Dong.

Su Chen said, "Master, could it be that you are even too embarrassed to speak of your own martial soul?"

"You... you talk nonsense!"

Being interrogated repeatedly by a brat, Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot, and he panted like an ox:

"Spouting gibberish, ignorant and reckless, lacking all respect for your elders."

"Dong'er, this disciple of yours is a massive disappointment."

"I cannot teach him, and I will not teach him."

With that, Yu Xiaogang flicked his sleeves and stormed off, clearly appearing furious.

"Teacher, I think I've made your friend angry."

The atmosphere in the Library Pavilion turned subtly awkward.

Su Chen scratched his head, bowing his head slightly.

Deep down, however, he understood perfectly.

Bibi Dong did not chase after him, nor did she speak a word in Yu Xiaogang's defense throughout the entire ordeal.

This was enough to show that Bibi Dong's affection for Yu Xiaogang had yet to blossom.

"What you said has some merit. Let it be; he will be fine in a couple of days."

"Looking at you, it seems you are quite knowledgeable about martial soul theory?"

"You even know about his affairs."

Bibi Dong looked at this newly adopted younger brother with a sudden spark of curiosity.

His behavior was quite inconsistent with his age.

"When I was at the orphanage, I often snuck into the vice-dean's office to read books, and sometimes I would come here, though it's a pity I've never been to the upper floors."

"As for this Master, I once caught a glimpse of him manifesting his martial soul from afar on the street. It was a creature that looked neither like a pig nor a dog. When this Master released his spirit skill, he even shouted: 'Farts like thunder, shaking the heavens and splitting the earth, Luo Sanpao!'"

"'Farts like smoke, hypnotizing and lulling to sleep, Luo Sanpao!'"

"I don't know how powerful his spirit skills are, but he nearly made me laugh to death."

"Teacher, I don't mean to belittle him; I am just speaking the truth. If you had been there, you would have made a strange expression too."

Upon hearing this, a trace of disdain and eccentricity flashed in the depths of Bibi Dong's eyes.