Yu Xiaogang's Triumph, Meeting Qian Xunji

Star Luo Empire, Zhu Family.

The head of the Zhu family was currently practicing the Rakshasa Visualization Method, feeling the distinct difference between it and ordinary meditation techniques.

"This cultivation method is surprisingly compatible with the Nether Spirit Cat spirit? I wonder how it fares with the White Tiger spirit."

The Dai family's White Tiger spirit was a power-type spirit, so perhaps it wasn't as well-suited for this cultivation method.

"That Yu Xiaogang, who published the spirit theories, truly deserves the title of Master of Spirit Theory!"

"The spirit fusion skill of our two families has always been dominated by the White Tiger spirit, and the outside world considers the Zhu family to be mere vassals of the Dai family."

"But if the Zhu family could produce a Titled Douluo, perhaps this situation could be improved!"

Unfortunately, how could a mere meditation method create a Titled Douluo, unless that person had received the divine grace of the Rakshasa God.

It wasn't just the Zhu family; spirit masters on the continent with sinister or poisonous spirits were all benefiting to some degree from this cultivation method.

For instance, the Dugu family of the Jade Phosphor Snake, the Yang family of the Break Clan, and Spirit Hall's Ghost, Puffer, Snake Spear, and others.

Deep within their hearts, the mark of the Rakshasa God had been left behind, and they had developed faith without even realizing it.

All these strands of faith pointed toward the divine soul of Rakshasa Bibi Dong, allowing her to recover her divine power.

Yu Xiaogang had been riding high lately.

His theories had received a positive response in the spirit master world, causing his status within Spirit Hall to rise accordingly.

At first, he had been terrified, as the Rakshasa Meditation Method he had tucked into his spirit theories had been obtained from Spirit Hall.

But later, he noticed that no one had caught on, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, many people called him "Master" when they saw him, and he accepted the title gladly.

"I wonder if my father has seen the theories I published. Will those elders regret how they treated me back then?"

"Now that I've made a name for myself in the spirit master world, it's time to go find Bibi Dong!" Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

He still wanted to break through his bottleneck and achieve something in the path of spirit mastery.

Yet, for the past half year, not only had his spirit power failed to progress, but it had also stalled at level twenty-eight—a level lower than before.

This situation made him even more desperate for the true legacy of Spirit Hall.

However, even after publishing his spirit theories, the Pope still hadn't granted him a personal audience, so he could only continue to work through Bibi Dong.

He still remembered that Bibi Dong was willing to take those she favored to meet the Pope; this was the opportunity he needed.

"I am a Master of Spirit Theory now; that damned Ling Feng shouldn't dare to lay a hand on me, right?"

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang headed toward the Spirit Academy, intending to lie in wait for Ling Feng.

Only by finding Ling Feng would he have a chance to find Bibi Dong.

As Ling Feng stepped out of the Spirit Academy, he sensed a gaze spying on him.

"Why is it Yu Xiaogang? What bad luck!" Ling Feng ignored him.

Yu Xiaogang was spreading the faith of the Rakshasa God; who knew if he was tainted by something ominous now?

"Ling Feng, you stop right there!" Yu Xiaogang shouted.

The gloom on his face had dissipated slightly, but he still looked like a pathetic wreck.

"So it's you. What do you want by stopping me? Are you looking to spar and regain your dignity?" Ling Feng asked.

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled as he recalled some unpleasant experiences.

"Who wants to spar with you? Why are you so crude? Is sparring all you have in that brain of yours?" Yu Xiaogang said, somewhat angrily.

"Oh? Then what do you want with me?" Ling Feng asked.

Yu Xiaogang said, "Where exactly have you hidden Bibi Dong? I want to see her!"

Ling Feng was speechless. For the past half year, Bibi Dong had spent most of her time in seclusion, rarely appearing, so naturally, Yu Xiaogang couldn't see her.

"You want to see Bibi Dong? Based on what?" Ling Feng asked.

"Hmph, Bibi Dong favors talented Masters of Spirit Theory. My theories have spread across the entire Douluo Continent, while you have nothing!"

"You aren't worthy of Bibi Dong!" Yu Xiaogang declared.

Ling Feng gave a contemptuous smile and immediately released his spirit power aura.

Yu Xiaogang's spirit power had regressed rather than advanced, while Ling Feng's spirit power and mental strength had grown even stronger; there was no way Yu Xiaogang could withstand it.

"You..." Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, making a fool of himself once again.

He was a 'Master of Spirit Theory' now; he hadn't expected Ling Feng to still dare to treat him this way.

Was he not afraid of offending him and being refused guidance in the future?

Ling Feng ignored Yu Xiaogang and stepped over him, walking toward the mountain.

Yu Xiaogang didn't make a sound, and only after Ling Feng had walked far away did he quietly follow.

Not long after, Yu Xiaogang spotted a stunningly beautiful young girl standing on a flight of stairs, smiling as she waited for Ling Feng.

It's Bibi Dong! So it really was Ling Feng who hid her away! Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

Yu Xiaogang had not dared to get too close, but now that he saw Bibi Dong, he prepared to give chase.

However, a moment later, he watched as both of them vanished without a trace.

"Damn it!"

Outside the Pope Palace.

"Bibi Dong, why did you bring me here?"

Although Ling Feng had never been here before, he knew this was one of the core locations of Spirit City, not a place where he belonged.

"Teacher agreed to let you join me in hunting spirit beasts, but he wants to meet you first," Bibi Dong said.

Ling Feng was startled and quickly asked, "Bibi Dong, you didn't say anything you shouldn't have in front of His Holiness the Pope, did you?"

"What do you mean by things I shouldn't have said?" Bibi Dong asked, puzzled.

"He is my teacher, after all. Is there anything between a teacher and a student that cannot be spoken of?"

Ling Feng sent a telepathic message: "You didn't tell His Holiness the Pope that you like me or anything like that, did you?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Bibi Dong's face flushed red. "I'm not talking to you anymore. Hurry up and go; Teacher doesn't like to be kept waiting!"

With that, Bibi Dong turned and walked away.

She felt her heart racing. So Ling Feng knows I like him? Then why hasn't he responded to me?

That scoundrel, he deserves to be severely punished by Teacher! Bibi Dong thought.

Seeing Bibi Dong's reaction, Ling Feng realized she hadn't mentioned the matter to the Pope, and he breathed a secret sigh of relief.

It's a good thing Bibi Dong wasn't impulsive. Otherwise, Qian Xunji, that disciple-obsessed man, might have torn me to shreds!

Ling Feng straightened his clothes before stepping into the Pope Palace.

The Pope Palace was incredibly magnificent; the main assembly hall alone spanned several thousand square meters, yet it felt exceptionally empty at this moment.

As Ling Feng entered, he saw a golden-haired man sitting on the throne, who had to be Qian Xunji.

Though Qian Xunji was middle-aged, he appeared as youthful as a young man and was quite handsome—a testament to the superior genes of the Angel Clan.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!" Ling Feng placed a hand over his chest and bowed.

"Do not be nervous. I simply wished to meet the master of spirit theory; your contributions to Spirit Hall have been significant."

Qian Xunji's voice was gentle, like that of a modest gentleman.

If Ling Feng hadn't known the plot, he truly would have been deceived by him.

"Your Holiness is too kind. I am a member of Spirit Hall, and these are things I ought to do!"

"As for the title of 'Master,' that Yu Xiaogang is the true master of spirit theory."