Yu Xiaogang Was a Damn Talent, All Right!

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

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

He held grudges, was devious, repaid every slight, and was insufferably vain.

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

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

At this point, there was nothing else she could do.

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

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

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

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

It was all his fault!

Ever since he had come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, her good days had grown fewer and fewer!

Now they were gone altogether!

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

He had to admit, Ning Fengzhi really had an eye for picking people.

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

[That's Ning Fengzhi for you!]

[The moment This Seat lets his guard down, he makes This Seat laugh again!]

[He actually wants to invite a useless fraud like Yu Xiaogang, who leads students astray and ruins their futures!]

[He nearly ruined even 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 harming me!]

[But the sight of Yu Xiaogang's wretched face turns This Seat's stomach. What on earth did Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong see in him?]

The entire hall fell silent in an instant.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

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 the body's limits.

She was the youngest Titled Douluo in history.

She was the current Spirit Hall Pope.

And a woman so blessed by the heavens had fallen for Yu Xiaogang!

By comparison, the revelation that Yu Xiaogang was a useless fraud seemed almost unremarkable.

Only Ning Fengzhi's face darkened.

He began to seriously doubt his own judgment!

What on earth was going on?

Didn't they say a great reputation was never entirely undeserved?

But Yu Xiaogang's reputation could hardly have been more hollow!

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

If his daughter ended up in the man's hands, she would be finished!

[Did they fall for his buzz cut, his utter mediocrity, or the fact that he hardly ever bathes?]

[Didn't the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disown this good-for-nothing? And they still fell for him? To the point of losing their minds over him?]

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

[But even among them, Bibi Dong would take first place!]

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

"..."

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

It was absurd. 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 blinded by love shouldn't be that blind!

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

A thoughtful look flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes. Did that mean Bibi Dong wanted Spirit Hall destroyed, or that she would 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 eyes of the world.

Surely Spirit Hall's interests were 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 was no longer so sure.

[Yu Xiaogang is always saying, "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."]

[Coming from Yu Xiaogang, that's irony upon irony in This Seat's eyes!]

[His Innate Soul Power was only half a rank. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan poured who knows how many resources into him before he reached rank twenty-nine, and that's where he'll remain for life.]

[Even his one supposed strength, Martial Soul Theory, was entirely copied from the books in Spirit Hall's library—and he managed to misinterpret them.]

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched, and his face darkened further.

Yu Xiaogang was a damn talent, all right!

He had managed to copy the answers and still get them wrong.

And someone at that level was hailed as unrivaled in Martial Soul Theory?

Just how blind were those people?

Er... he seemed to be one of them.

Damn Spirit Hall!

Why had they appointed a useless fraud as an Honorary Elder?

Tang Yuehua's understanding of the world had been turned upside down all over again.

The world really was full of wonders.

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

But the man was a charlatan and a good-for-nothing.

She couldn't imagine what Bibi Dong saw in him.

Her taste was appalling.

Unlike her second brother, who dared to act and take responsibility. He was also a peerless genius who, upon first becoming a Titled Douluo, had held his own against three Titled Douluo.

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

[In This Seat's eyes, only Ji Juechen, who will live ten thousand years from now, truly deserves to say, "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."]

[His Martial Soul will be a sword, but just an ordinary sword without any powerful abilities.]

[His Innate Soul Power will be only rank three—barely enough to cultivate.]

[But from the moment his Martial Soul awakens at six, Ji Juechen will love his sword. In his eyes, nothing else will matter.]

[Through his own efforts, Ji Juechen will become a Titled Douluo, to everyone's disbelief.]

[This Seat has always admired people like him.]

[So This Seat will give Ji Juechen a chance and have the Sword God bestow his inheritance upon him.]

[And in that era, Ji Juechen will be one of only two people to become gods, the other being the Child of Destiny.]

[In the end, he will complete the Sword God's Nine Trials and become one of This Seat's trusted subordinates.]

A strange look flashed through Ning Wen's eyes.

Ji Juechen was the truly inspiring figure of Douluo Continent.

He was far more impressive than a certain useless Grandmaster who talked nothing but nonsense.

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

"Innate rank three?" Chen Xin raised a swordlike brow.

With rank-three Innate Soul Power, he would be considered mediocre in any sect on the continent.

In this era, becoming a Titled Douluo was out of the question. Reaching Soul Ancestor would already be a stroke of extraordinary luck.

Yet Ji Juechen's perseverance and resolve had allowed him to overcome his lack of talent and ultimately become a Deity, as everyone dreamed of doing.

If Chen Xin had learned as a boy that his Innate Soul Power was only rank three, he doubted he could have overcome that blow.

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