Spreading the Rakshasa Meditation Method

"This meditation manual is covered in dust; it must be an ancient heritage of Spirit Hall. It might even be lost to the world!"

If I take this out, surely no one will notice? Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

He was just about to leave the library and return to his room to attempt practicing this visualization technique, hoping 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.

The two were walking shoulder to shoulder, so close there was barely any space between them, looking extremely intimate.

"Is that Ling Feng and Bibi Dong?"

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled, and he lowered his head, wanting to leave quickly for fear of being humiliated by Ling Feng.

But the moment he remembered Bibi Dong was there, he didn't want to pass up this chance to sponge off her, so he stayed.

"Ling Feng, you are truly talented. I never expected that someone as young as you would be about to publish your own Spirit Theory."

"Once you make a name for yourself in the spirit master world, I will take you to see my teacher, the Pope. He will surely appreciate you."

Bibi Dong's voice was not loud, but it reached Yu Xiaogang's ears perfectly.

He was just about to step forward to strike up a conversation and expose the true face of that hypocrite, Ling Feng.

But the next moment, he felt a familiar pressure descend upon him, nearly forcing him to his knees.

Ling Feng, how dare you attack here? Yu Xiaogang roared in his heart.

Ling Feng's sudden move had nearly made him look like a fool. He hadn't expected Ling Feng to be so bold as to strike in such a place.

Yet when he looked up, he found that Ling Feng and Bibi Dong had already left, and the people nearby didn't seem to have been affected at all.

Could it have been a hallucination?

He had no way of knowing that because the two were so close, Ling Feng's spiritual power was strong enough to constrain the pressure, targeting only him.

Unable to find them, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to give up, yet he kept Bibi Dong's words firmly in his mind.

So, Bibi Dong likes talented masters of Spirit Theory?

If I could also publish a Spirit Theory and become famous in the spirit master world, could I also get close to Bibi Dong, or even meet the Pope?

For the sake of Bibi Dong, he could be talented too; he could become a master of Spirit Theory.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head; for now, he just wanted to return to his room and test out this cultivation technique.

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 pathetic?"

Whenever Bibi Dong thought of Yu Xiaogang's appearance, her face was filled with disdain.

Ling Feng nodded. There was no issue with Yu Xiaogang's identity; otherwise, the Pope would never have allowed him into Spirit Hall.

Otherwise, given Yu Xiaogang's cultivation level, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter a branch of Spirit Hall.

Although the branch halls in small cities had deacons who were Great Spirit Masters, those deacons were young and still had the potential to advance further.

Yu Xiaogang, however, was destined to remain at level twenty-nine forever, and a branch hall would never accept someone like that.

"Since he's such a waste, will he ruin your plans?" Bibi Dong asked with concern.

She was afraid that Yu Xiaogang wouldn't help Ling Feng spread that meditation manual, thereby sabotaging Ling Feng's scheme.

Ling Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry. If he doesn't spread it, don't we still have a backup plan?"

"With his cultivation as a Great Spirit Master, he certainly won't be able to resist an illusion-type spirit skill."

"Alright, let's stop talking about him and make the most of our time to cultivate!"

In Spirit City, inside Yu Xiaogang's room.

Yu Xiaogang was currently sitting cross-legged on his bed, practicing the Rakshasa Meditation Method he had just obtained.

"It works! I, Yu Xiaogang, have succeeded!" Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of excitement.

He discovered that this meditation method was not difficult to learn, and the speed at which it absorbed spirit power was much faster than the method he had used before.

"But why haven't I broken through my bottleneck yet?" Yu Xiaogang felt a bit anxious.

He had been stuck at this bottleneck for a long time; his spirit power accumulation had long been sufficient, but the bottleneck showed no signs of loosening.

"I must keep practicing. Such a marvelous meditation method will surely help me break through."

However, he failed to notice that his spirit, Luo Sanpao, was acting as if facing a formidable enemy, showing extreme resistance to the spirit power Yu Xiaogang was cultivating.

The spirit power cultivated through the Rakshasa Meditation Method carried an evil aura, while Luo Sanpao was a prototype of the Golden Sacred Dragon, a mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

The Golden Sacred Dragon and this evil, dark spirit power were essentially mutually antagonistic.

Yet, because Yu Xiaogang insisted on cultivating this power, it quickly caused the spirit distress.

Late at night, Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and in his ears, he seemed to hear the pained cries of Luo Sanpao.

Two types of spirit power with conflicting attributes clashed within Luo Sanpao's body, and the intense pain was transmitted directly to Yu Xiaogang.

"Ah~" Yu Xiaogang cried out in pain, spitting out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

"No, my soul power!" Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized that his soul power had actually regressed by one level.

It had dropped from twenty-nine and a half to twenty-eight.

"Luo Sanpao, are you truly a trash martial soul?"

He did not blame the meditation method he had just practiced; instead, he concluded that it was Luo Sanpao's fault.

Because when he practiced the Rakshasa Meditation Method, he had clearly felt his speed of absorbing soul power, and it was Luo Sanpao that had held him back.

"Oh gods, why must you always make things difficult for me, Yu Xiaogang!"

Veins bulged on Yu Xiaogang's face, his eyes were bloodshot, and a sense of hatred brewed deep within his chest.

"There must be other inheritances in Spirit Hall that suit me; I must obtain them!"

Yu Xiaogang recalled Bibi Dong's words from earlier that day, and he understood what he had to do.

"Hmph, although this Rakshasa Meditation Method conflicts with my Luo Sanpao, if I spread it, I will surely become famous throughout the Douluo Continent!"

"By then, Bibi Dong will surely favor me, take me to meet His Holiness the Pope, and obtain the method to resolve the flaws in my martial soul!"

Clinging to this hope, Yu Xiaogang dragged his heavily injured and exhausted body onto the bed and passed out.

A few days later, Ling Feng held the Rakshasa Meditation Method that Yu Xiaogang had published, unable to keep a straight face.

"This Yu Xiaogang, publishing the Rakshasa Meditation Method is one thing, but why did he have to add so much of his own personal nonsense?"

Ling Feng discovered that Yu Xiaogang had added many of his own theories to the text.

These theories were similar to the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls" in Ling Feng's memory, all copied from Spirit Hall's archives.

Only the phrase "There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters" could be considered Yu Xiaogang's original work.

"Whatever, as long as it spreads, that's fine. Now I just wait to reap the faith."

Beside Ling Feng, Bibi Dong was also flipping through the theories Yu Xiaogang had published.

"Ling Feng, many of Yu Xiaogang's theories seem different from what you told me!"

"Will theories like these harm the soul masters who read this book?" Bibi Dong asked.

A few days ago, Qian Xunji had already confirmed the accuracy of Ling Feng's teachings to her, so she naturally assumed that Yu Xiaogang was wrong.

Ling Feng shook his head and said, "It's fine. These theories were all copied from the Spirit Hall library, so there shouldn't be any major issues!"