Yu Xiaogang Was a Damn Piece of Work!

The laughter in Tang Yuehua's mind was so wild it made her scalp prickle.

She was beginning to understand this little brat's personality.

He held grudges, schemed, repaid every slight, and was absurdly vain.

"Sect Master Ning, it's your decision."

Tang Yuehua sighed helplessly and nodded. "I'll follow your arrangements."

Things had come to this. There was nothing else she could do.

"Rongrong, from now on, you'll listen carefully to Madam Yue. Otherwise, you know what will happen!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Ning Rongrong, who looked utterly defeated. His tone was gentle but brooked no argument. "As for your theory teacher, I've decided to invite Yu Xiaogang, the Grandmaster said to be unrivaled in Martial Soul Theory."

Ning Rongrong drooped her head, so aggrieved she was nearly in tears.

She stole a glance at Ning Wen, who sat quietly nearby, her eyes full of resentment.

It was all his fault!

Ever since he had arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she'd had fewer and fewer good days!

Now she wouldn't have any at all!

Hearing this, Ning Wen gave Ning Fengzhi a strange look.

He had to hand it to Ning Fengzhi: the man had a knack for picking them.

In the original story, it was Tang San. Now it was Yu Xiaogang. He'd managed to collect Douluo's most disastrous master and disciple.

[That's Ning Fengzhi for you!]

[The moment I let my guard down, he makes me laugh again!]

[He actually wants to invite a worthless fraud who misleads his students and ruins their futures!]

[Yu Xiaogang nearly ruined Tang San. Ning Rongrong, that foolish girl, wouldn't stand a chance.]

[Maybe bringing him here wouldn't be so bad. It's not as if he'd be hurting me!]

[But the sight of Yu Xiaogang makes me sick. What on earth did Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong see in him?]

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone present was stunned.

Liu Erlong aside, who was Bibi Dong?

She was only the second person in nearly a century to possess Twin Martial Souls.

She was the first to solve the problem of the attributes from multiple Soul Rings exceeding a Twin Martial Souls wielder's physical limits.

She was the youngest Titled Douluo in history.

She was the current Spirit Hall Pope.

And a woman so gifted had fallen for Yu Xiaogang!

Beside that revelation, even the claim that Yu Xiaogang was a worthless fraud seemed unremarkable.

Only Ning Fengzhi's face darkened.

He was seriously beginning to doubt his own judgment!

What was going on?

Wasn't a great reputation supposed to mean something?

But Yu Xiaogang's reputation was hollow through and through!

He had nearly ruined even Tang San, who would become a god!

If his daughter ended up under the man's tutelage, she might be finished!

[Was it his crew cut she liked? His complete lack of distinction? Or the fact that he hardly ever bathes?]

[Didn't the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disown that failure? And they still fell for him? They're even madly in love with him?]

[Douluo Continent really is where the God of Love fell. It's full of people who lose their heads over romance!]

[Even among them, Bibi Dong would rank first!]

[With Bibi Dong around, how could Spirit Hall possibly avoid destruction?]

"..."

For once, Ning Wen agreed wholeheartedly with the Voice Pack.

It made no sense. Yu Xiaogang had no looks, no strength, and no brains. How had he won the hearts of Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong?

Surely there had to be something about him worth liking!

Even people who lost their heads over romance couldn't be this far gone!

"With Bibi Dong around, how could Spirit Hall possibly avoid destruction?"

A thoughtful look flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes. "Does that mean Bibi Dong wants Spirit Hall destroyed, or that she'll cause its destruction?"

Before this, he would have dismissed the first possibility outright.

Bibi Dong was the Spirit Hall Pope, its highest leader in the public eye.

Weren't Spirit Hall's interests her interests?

She had no reason to destroy it!

But after hearing about Yu Xiaogang—and learning that Bibi Dong lost her head over love—he could no longer be so sure.

[Yu Xiaogang never stops saying, "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."]

[Coming from him, that line is the height of irony!]

[His Innate Soul Power was only half a level. He used who knows how many of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's resources just to reach level twenty-nine, and that was as far as he'd ever get.]

[The only thing he can boast about, his Martial Soul Theory, was copied entirely from Spirit Hall's library—and he misinterpreted what he copied.]

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched, and his expression grew darker still.

Yu Xiaogang was a damn piece of work!

He'd even managed to copy the wrong answers.

And at that level, people called him unrivaled in Martial Soul Theory?

Just how blind were they?

Uh... he was one of them.

Damn Spirit Hall!

Why had they made a worthless fraud an Honorary Elder?

Tang Yuehua's view of the world had been turned upside down again.

The world really was full of wonders.

It was bad enough that the detestable Bibi Dong had fallen for a man.

But that man was a charlatan and a failure.

She had no idea what Bibi Dong saw in him.

Her judgment was appalling.

Tang Yuehua's second brother, on the other hand, was bold and decisive, a peerless genius who had held his own against three Titled Douluo soon after reaching that rank himself.

At the thought, Tang Yuehua felt an inexplicable surge of superiority.

[To my mind, the only Soul Master who truly lived up to "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters" was Ji Juechen, who lived ten thousand years later.]

[His Martial Soul was a sword, but it was the most ordinary sword imaginable, without a single powerful ability.]

[His Innate Soul Power was only level three, just barely enough for cultivation.]

[But from the moment his Martial Soul awakened at six, Ji Juechen fell in love with his sword. In his eyes, nothing else mattered.]

[Through sheer effort, Ji Juechen became a Titled Douluo while everyone looked on in disbelief.]

[I've always admired people like that.]

[So I gave Ji Juechen a chance and had the Sword God pass his legacy down to him.]

[In that era, Ji Juechen was one of only two people to become gods, the other being the Child of Destiny.]

[In the end, he completed the Sword God's Nine Trials and became one of my most capable subordinates.]

A strange look flashed through Ning Wen's eyes.

Ji Juechen was a genuinely inspiring figure on Douluo Continent.

He was far better than a certain Grandmaster who spouted nothing but nonsense.

Ning Wen simply hadn't expected Ji Juechen to become a god in the end.

"Level three Innate Soul Power?" Chen Xin raised an eyebrow.

At any sect on the continent, level three Innate Soul Power would be considered mediocre.

In this era, reaching Titled Douluo was out of the question. Even becoming a Soul Ancestor would take extraordinary luck.

Yet Ji Juechen's resolve and perseverance had allowed him to overcome his lack of talent and, in the end, become a Deity—the dream of countless people.

If Chen Xin had learned as a boy that his Innate Soul Power was only level three, he feared he would have struggled to get past that blow.

This was Douluo Continent, a world where talent and Martial Souls determined one's fate.