Yu Xiaogang Becomes a Clown

Ling Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was acting like a clown, and the irritation in his heart dissipated quite a bit.

"Hmph, you were the one who slandered me first!"

"Besides, it's not as if Spirit City lacks places for spirit battles. Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

Yu Xiaogang's thoughts raced as he blurted out, "When did I ever slander you?"

"That ten-thousand-year spirit ring of yours is fake. You must have used some kind of disguise spirit skill to make your spirit ring appear to be ten-thousand-year level."

Ling Feng said, "Oh? A disguise spirit skill? Why don't we head to the spirit fighting arena? It would be the perfect opportunity for you to witness my three spirit skills!"

Yu Xiaogang frowned. Seeing Ling Feng's confident expression, he knew he had guessed wrong.

"I see, it's a spirit bone! You have a spirit bone that can cast disguise spirit skills!" Yu Xiaogang argued.

Spirit bones were extremely precious; even within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, there were very few inherited spirit bones.

This was one of the reasons why Yu Xiaogang was ostracized.

The members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan feared that the clan leader would give the spirit bones to Yu Xiaogang to help him break through his bottleneck.

Who could accept the resources they had worked so hard to earn for the clan being handed over to a waste?

"A spirit bone?"

Ling Feng's expression remained confident, but inwardly, he felt a bit uneasy.

Because Yu Xiaogang had actually hit the mark—he really did have a spirit bone, and it was an external spirit bone at that.

He hadn't fully absorbed this external spirit bone, the Eight Spider Lances, yet, and it could potentially be snatched away by someone else.

However, he couldn't show it. What if someone really did set their sights on his spirit bone?

Damn Yu Xiaogang, it seems there's no way to end things peacefully between us, Ling Feng thought.

Having lived in this world for over a decade, he was no longer the submissive corporate slave he had been in his past life; his mindset had long since changed.

"Whether I have a spirit bone or not, we'll know once we step into the spirit fighting arena."

"It will be the perfect chance for your life to serve as a sacrifice for the power of my newly acquired ten-thousand-year spirit skill!"

At this moment, some troublemakers who couldn't stand Yu Xiaogang's initial arrogant attitude began to stir up the crowd.

"Yeah, that's right! Everyone can tell the power and spirit power fluctuations of a ten-thousand-year spirit skill!"

"To the spirit fighting arena!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" someone shouted.

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened. He realized he had guessed wrong again and was being backed into a corner by Ling Feng.

But if he really accepted Ling Feng's challenge, could he actually win?

Although he was born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and had absorbed spirit rings according to the clan's traditions, he hadn't gained any corresponding spirit skills.

His domineering Thunder Dragon Claw and his area-of-effect Thunder Fury had both turned into foul-smelling farts when manifested through Luo Sanpao.

His spirit, Luo Sanpao, only had two fart-based skills, and he could only use them three times a day—even he himself found them pathetic at this moment.

With Luo Sanpao's spirit skills, he would definitely lose against the opponent's ten-thousand-year spirit skill, unless the opponent was a support-type spirit master.

Yu Xiaogang thought frantically, trying to find a way to defend himself.

"I know! You are a twin spirit master, and your second spirit has already reached the Spirit King realm or even higher!"

"To cheat the Spirit Hall out of their subsidies, you only let your second spirit absorb three rings, disguising yourself as a Spirit Venerable!"

Yu Xiaogang grabbed onto this straw, beginning to recite the spirit knowledge he had learned from the clan's archives.

But he didn't notice that the people around him were looking at him as if he were a fool.

Ling Feng was so young, looking only sixteen or seventeen; if he were truly a Spirit King, the Pope would likely have already come out to take him as a disciple.

Would such a genius really go through so much trouble to disguise himself just for a hundred gold spirit coins?

Finally, the commotion here caught the attention of the Purple-Robed Bishop upstairs.

A Purple-Robed Bishop could have served as the master of a branch hall of the Spirit Hall elsewhere, but here, he was only responsible for managing the spirit archives.

"Quiet!"

The Purple-Robed Bishop ignored Yu Xiaogang and looked at Ling Feng.

"Child, would you mind letting me see your spirit and spirit rings?"

Seeing the Purple-Robed Bishop's attitude toward Ling Feng, Yu Xiaogang finally sobered up, realizing just how foolish his previous words had been.

If Ling Feng were truly a sixteen or seventeen-year-old twin-spirit Spirit King, it would have caused a sensation in Spirit City and made him famous across the Douluo Continent.

For a moment, Yu Xiaogang felt both jealousy and hatred.

Why is heaven so unfair? He is a commoner with such talent, while I am born into the Upper Three Sects, yet my spirit suffered a malignant mutation?

Ling Feng ignored Yu Xiaogang's jealous gaze and honestly displayed his spirit and spirit rings.

"The spirit is a Demon Spider, and the aura of this spirit ring is indeed that of a ten-thousand-year ring!"

"Child, give me your hand," the Purple-Robed Bishop said.

Ling Feng reached out his hand, and when the Purple-Robed Bishop grasped it, he had his answer.

His martial soul was a gemstone type, which enhanced his spirit and aided in the identification of treasures, spirit masters, spirit rings, and the like.

"My Lord Bishop, I have no intention of defrauding the subsidy!" Ling Feng said with a serious expression.

"I know!" The Purple-Robed Bishop nodded.

He looked toward the surrounding spirit masters who were watching the spectacle and explained on Ling Feng's behalf.

"Everyone, this child only has one martial soul, and his third spirit skill is indeed a ten-thousand-year spirit ring skill. You may all disperse!"

"As for you, hmph, to think you would dare to cause trouble in Spirit City!" The Purple-Robed Bishop looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes filled with malice.

The young Yu Xiaogang had not yet experienced the harsh beatings of the outside world, and he was unable to control his emotions.

"I don't accept this! You must be shielding him!"

"You want to recruit him into Spirit Hall, so you are helping him hide the secret of his twin martial souls to protect him!"

In his view, this bishop was surely trying to preserve Ling Feng's reputation, not wanting a genius he intended to recruit to be branded with the stigma of fraud.

"Hmph! You still dare to cause trouble! You are courting death!"

The Purple-Robed Bishop was enraged, erupting with a surge of spirit power that flooded toward Yu Xiaogang like an overwhelming tide.

He was a Purple-Robed Bishop serving in Spirit City with the cultivation of a Spirit Emperor; how could Yu Xiaogang possibly withstand that?

Yu Xiaogang was not the future Tang San; how could he endure the spirit power pressure of a Spirit Emperor?

With a thud, Yu Xiaogang was pressed directly onto the ground by the Purple-Robed Bishop.

Stung by the cold floor, Yu Xiaogang finally felt a trace of fear.

He had yet to prove himself to his clan; how could he die here?

At this moment, he could no longer care about his pride and hurriedly brought out his background.

"Stop! I am Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! My father is Yu Yuanzhen, sect master of the Upper Three Sects and a guest elder of Spirit Hall!"

"If you dare to kill me, my father will not let you off!"

"Someone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?" The Purple-Robed Bishop frowned.

At this time, the Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall were still in their honeymoon period, and the Upper Three Sects held a high status within Spirit Hall; they were indeed not people he could afford to offend.

The Purple-Robed Bishop withdrew his spirit power pressure. As the weight lifted from Yu Xiaogang, his pants grew wet, and a pungent stench filled the air.

Fortunately, the onlookers had already been dismissed by the Purple-Robed Bishop, otherwise, Yu Xiaogang would have had no face left to live.

"Do you have any proof to verify your identity?"

The Purple-Robed Bishop was not afraid of being held accountable; he had every reason to believe that Yu Xiaogang was an impostor.

As a direct descendant of the Upper Three Sects, how could he still be merely a Great Spirit Master at over twenty years of age?