The Heaven Dou Empire, Blue Tyrant Academy —no, it should be called Monster Academy now, since Liu Erlong handed the academy over directly.
Yu Xiaogang was lying in bed when he started to let his mind wander.
He thought of Bibi Dong again, the woman who had once been his soulmate, the woman who treated him gently even in his most desperate moments, and the woman who had abandoned him without a second thought after using him.
Yu Xiaogang's throat moved. That relationship had been over for a long time, but whenever he thought about it, he still felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was blocking his breath.
He thought of Liu Erlong again.
One was his lover, and the other was also his lover, but these two relationships only intensified his pain.
Yu Xiaogang slowly raised his hand and gently touched the scar on his face with his fingertips. He had been disfigured by that old bastard Dugu Bo.
A flash of resentment crossed his eyes, but that resentment quickly spread to the Shrek Academy.
If it weren't for them, my life would have been smooth sailing from then on.
He will likely train Tang San steadily, following his own groundbreaking Martial Soul Theory, step by step transforming Tang San into the strongest Soul Master on the continent.
With Tang San's exceptional talent, Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, becoming a Title Douluo is a certainty as long as he follows his plan.
But then Shrek Academy appeared. They not only shattered Tang San 'Tang San pride, but also imprisoned him inside their academy.
Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists at his sides; he had to find a way to break through everything.
He had already sent Liu Erlong and Flender to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to seek his father's help, but that was not enough, far from enough.
Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is powerful, they may not be able to gain any advantage against the Shrek Academy, whose strength is unknown.
He needs stronger help.
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang suddenly sat up, but the movement was a bit too hasty and aggravated the wound on his face, causing him to gasp in pain.
He sat at the table, spread out a sheet of paper, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and held the pen tip above the paper for a long while.
Then he began to write.
" Dong'er, it's been so long, how have you been?"
He paused after writing this sentence, his gaze lingering on the paper for a moment, before continuing to write.
"I've never blamed you for what happened back then. You had your reasons, and I understand."
He bit his pen and wrote another paragraph.
"I'm currently facing some trouble. I've taken on a new disciple Tang San, who possesses exceptional talent, Twin Martial Souls, and Innate Full Soul Power. With a little nurturing, he's destined for greatness."
"But that force called Shrek Academy forcibly kidnapped my disciple and even had that Poison Douluo poison me, directly disfiguring my face."
"I only wanted to pave the way for my disciple and show him the direction to move forward, but they have harmed me like this."
" Dong'er, you are now the Pope of the Spirit Hall, wielding immense power. If you could lend a helping hand, I would be eternally grateful."
At this point, Yu Xiaogang slowed down his writing pace. He hesitated for a moment, then continued writing.
"I know you have Twin Martial Souls. I have studied Martial Soul Theory for many years and have some insights into the cultivation methods of Twin Martial Souls, but in the end, it is not as thorough as that of someone who has practiced it firsthand."
"My disciple Tang San also Twin Martial Souls. If he can have your method as a reference, his future will be limitless. Therefore, please tell me your method for cultivating Twin Martial Souls."
After writing this passage, Yu Xiaogang read it over and felt that the tone was a bit too impolite, but after thinking about it, he still didn't change it.
The cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls is indeed extremely important. If Tang San could obtain it, his growth might be significantly improved.
"Once this is resolved, I won't run away anymore; let's have a proper talk."
After writing the letter, Yu Xiaogang's mind was filled with memories of Bibi Dong, memories that could only remain memories.
Now that I've given Bibi Dong a proper chance to meet, isn't that enough?
After all, Bibi Dong loved him so much, she must have thought about explaining the reasons to him, but he just wouldn't listen.
He folded the letter, sealed it in an envelope, and then stood up.
" Ma Hongjun!"
He shouted.
A moment later, a plump man pushed open the door and walked in; it was Ma Hongjun.
He had an impatient expression on his face, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and spoke indistinctly.
"What's up?"
Yu Xiaogang handed over the envelope and spoke in a serious tone.
"Help me mail this letter to Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall."
Ma Hongjun paused, looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, then glanced at the letter, before spitting out the grass stalk from his mouth as if he had heard a joke.
" Grandmaster, are you running a fever?"
"Who is the Pope of the Spirit Hall? You expect him to accept your letter?"
Ma Hongjun's tone carried an undisguised sneer.
"If you ask me, you'd be better off giving me more money so I can vent my Evil Fire in the Brothel and improve my skills. That would be much more practical."
"You think the Spirit Hall will listen to you if you ask for their help?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, poured over Yu Xiaogang's head.
His face instantly turned quite ugly, his lips trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence.
"Fine... if you won't help me, I'll deliver it myself!"
After he finished speaking, he took the letter back, pulled a robe over his shoulders, covered his scarred face with a cloth, and then strode out of the room.
Ma Hongjun watched his retreating figure, pursed his lips, muttered "He's really crazy," and then turned and walked away on his own.
With his face covered, Yu Xiaogang wandered around Heaven Dou City for a while before finally finding a small shop that specialized in running errands and delivering messages.
The shopkeeper was a lean, middle-aged man. He glanced at Yu Xiaogang's furrowed brows as he looked at the recipient's name on the letter.
"Send a message to the Pope of the Spirit Hall?"
The shopkeeper's eyes held an undisguised "You must be a fool" look.
Yu Xiaogang quickly began to explain.
"There's no need to send it directly to Bibi Dong. Just take it to Spirit City and hand it over to anyone in the Spirit Hall; they'll pass it on."
The shopkeeper looked him over for a long time, and finally, for the sake of that one Gold Soul Coin, reluctantly accepted the order.
When Yu Xiaogang came out of the shop, it was already dark.
He stood on the street, looking up at the last rays of the setting sun, his heart filled with complex emotions.
Dong'er, how much affection do you still have for me?
If you still have feelings for me, then grant my wish. Even if you don't want to talk to me, you can help me complete these tasks as a condition for severing our last connection.
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang felt a pang of guilt, wondering if Bibi Dong probably felt the same way.