"This Meditation Method is covered in dust. It must be an ancient inheritance of Spirit Hall. It might even have been lost!"
If I take it out, nobody should notice, right? Yu Xiaogang thought.
He was about to leave the library and return to his room to try cultivating this visualization method, to see if he could break through his bottleneck.
But the moment he stepped out of the library, he saw a man and a woman walking toward him.
They walked shoulder to shoulder, so close there was hardly any space between them. They looked extremely intimate.
"Ling Feng and Bibi Dong?"
Yu Xiaogang trembled and lowered his head, afraid Ling Feng would humiliate him. He wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
But when he remembered that Bibi Dong was there too, he didn't want to miss this chance to live off a woman, so he stayed.
"Ling Feng, you're truly talented. I never imagined that someone so young as you would already be publishing your own Martial Soul Theory."
"Once you've made a name for yourself in the Soul Master World, I'll take you to meet my teacher, His Holiness the Pope. He'll surely think highly of you."
Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but Yu Xiaogang heard every word.
He was about to go up and strike up a conversation, exposing the true face of that hypocrite Ling Feng.
But the next moment, he felt a familiar pressure descend upon him, nearly forcing him to the ground.
"Ling Feng, you dare attack me here?" Yu Xiaogang roared inwardly.
Ling Feng's sudden attack had nearly made a fool of him. He hadn't expected Ling Feng to be so bold as to strike here.
But when he raised his head, he found that Ling Feng and Bibi Dong had already left, and the people nearby didn't seem to have been affected.
"Could that just now have been an illusion?"
How could he know that, with the two of them standing so close together, Ling Feng's mental power was strong enough to restrain the pressure and direct it at him alone?
Unable to find them, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to give up. But he remembered Bibi Dong's words.
"So Bibi Dong likes talented Martial Soul Theory masters?"
"If I can publish Martial Soul Theory too and make a name for myself in the Soul Master World, could I get close to Bibi Dong—and even meet the Pope?"
For Bibi Dong, he could become talented too. He could become a Martial Soul Theory master.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. Right now, he only wanted to return to his room and try this cultivation method.
Ling Feng and Bibi Dong had already returned to the Cultivation Room.
"Ling Feng, is that Yu Xiaogang really a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Why does he look so down and out?"
When Bibi Dong thought of Yu Xiaogang's appearance, her face filled with disdain.
Ling Feng nodded. Yu Xiaogang's identity was genuine; otherwise, the Pope wouldn't have taken him into Spirit Hall.
With Yu Xiaogang's cultivation, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter a Spirit Hall Branch.
Although even a small city's Spirit Hall Branch had Soul Grandmaster deacons, those deacons were all young people with room to advance further.
Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, could only remain at level twenty-nine forever. A Spirit Hall Branch wouldn't take someone like him.
"Could such a useless person ruin your plans?" Bibi Dong asked with concern.
She was afraid Yu Xiaogang wouldn't help Ling Feng spread that Meditation Method and would ruin his plans.
Ling Feng shook his head. "Don't worry. If he doesn't spread it, don't we still have a backup plan?"
"With his Soul Grandmaster cultivation, he definitely won't be able to resist an illusion Soul Skill."
"Enough, let's not talk about him. We should hurry up and cultivate!"
In Spirit City, inside Yu Xiaogang's room.
Yu Xiaogang was sitting cross-legged on his bed, cultivating the Rakshasa Meditation Method he had just obtained.
"It worked! I did it, Yu Xiaogang!" Yu Xiaogang was excited.
He found that the Meditation Method wasn't difficult to learn, and it let him absorb Soul Power much faster than the Meditation Method he had cultivated before.
"But why hasn't my bottleneck broken through?" Yu Xiaogang was getting anxious.
He had been stuck at this bottleneck for a long time. He had long accumulated enough Soul Power, but now the bottleneck showed no sign of loosening.
"Keep cultivating. Such a wondrous Meditation Method is sure to help me break through this bottleneck."
But he failed to notice that his Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, was on high alert, strongly resisting the Soul Power Yu Xiaogang cultivated.
The Soul Power cultivated through the Rakshasa Meditation Method carried an evil, uncanny quality, while Luo Sanpao was a proto-Golden Sacred Dragon, a mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
The Golden Sacred Dragon and this evil, dark Soul Power naturally countered each other.
But Yu Xiaogang insisted on cultivating this Soul Power, and soon it began to make Luo Sanpao feel unwell.
Late that night, Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt dizzy. In his ears, it seemed he could hear Luo Sanpao screaming.
The two different kinds of Soul Power clashed inside Luo Sanpao, and the violent pain was transmitted to Yu Xiaogang as well.
"Ah!" Yu Xiaogang cried out in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"No, my Soul Power!" Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized that his Soul Power had actually dropped by a level.
It had fallen from level twenty-nine and a half back to level twenty-eight.
"Luo Sanpao really is a useless Martial Soul, isn't it?"
He didn't blame the Meditation Method he had just started cultivating. Instead, he thought it was Luo Sanpao's fault.
After all, while cultivating the Rakshasa Meditation Method, he had clearly felt that he was absorbing Soul Power faster. It was Luo Sanpao that had dragged him down.
"Gods, why do you always make things difficult for me, Yu Xiaogang?"
The veins on Yu Xiaogang's face bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and resentment kept brewing in his chest.
"There must be an inheritance in Spirit Hall that suits me. I have to obtain it!"
Yu Xiaogang remembered what Bibi Dong had said that day and understood what he needed to do.
"Hmph. Although this Rakshasa Meditation Method conflicts with my Luo Sanpao, if I spread it, I'll surely make a name for myself across Douluo Continent!"
"By then, Bibi Dong will surely think highly of me and take me to meet His Holiness the Pope. I'll get a way to fix my Martial Soul's flaws!"
Filled with hope, Yu Xiaogang dragged his exhausted, badly injured body onto the bed and passed out.
Several days later, Ling Feng looked at the Rakshasa Meditation Method Yu Xiaogang had spread and could hardly believe it.
"This Yu Xiaogang—fine, he published the Rakshasa Meditation Method, but why did he have to add so much of his own stuff?"
Ling Feng discovered that Yu Xiaogang had added a lot of his own theories to it.
These theories were much like the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul"—things copied from Spirit Hall.
Only the line "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters" could count as Yu Xiaogang's original work.
"Forget it. As long as it spreads, that's good. Now we just have to wait and collect faith."
Beside Ling Feng, Bibi Dong was also reading the theories Yu Xiaogang had published.
"Ling Feng, a lot of Yu Xiaogang's theories seem different from what you told me!"
"Could theories like these harm the Soul Masters who read them?" Bibi Dong asked.
A few days earlier, Qian Xunji had already told her that Ling Feng was right, so naturally she believed Yu Xiaogang was wrong.
Ling Feng shook his head. "It's fine. These theories were copied from Spirit Hall's library. They shouldn't cause too much trouble!"