After a bout of baboon-like howling, Gangzi sank into thought again. Bibi Dong was dead. If he wanted to complete the remaining Rakshasa God Trials, he would have to do it himself.
At the thought of passing a god's trials and ascending to the supreme Godhood, Gangzi clasped his hands behind his back and resumed his air of a Theoretical Master.
"The tables have turned. I, Yu Xiaogang, am destined to stand at the pinnacle of this continent! Father, if you could see me now, you'd be proud of me, wouldn't you?"
"I haven't disgraced our family. I'm going to become a god!"
With his unrivaled theories and Talent, Gangzi saw the Rakshasa God Trials as child's play.
He had no fear of dying in the trials on his path to godhood.
Gradually, though, something occurred to him. He had fused with Bibi Dong. Her Rakshasa Divine Power and Fallen Soul Power were influencing him. By now, Gangzi probably counted as an Evil Soul Master.
"How could I, the great Master, be an Evil Soul Master? If word got out, wouldn't it tarnish my spotless reputation as the great Rakshasa God?"
Gangzi hesitated, but before long, resolve returned to his eyes. "To attain Godhood, I can't afford to be softhearted. This must be another of the god's trials for me. Besides, history is written by the victors. Once I become a god, great scholars will defend my name!"
Or rather, anyone who defended Gangzi's name would be a great scholar.
With that settled, Gangzi took Cursed Spirit Bibi Dong to hunt in the nearby villages. At first, he struggled to bring himself to kill. But once he felt his power rise through an Evil Soul Master's methods, he had only one thing to say: "I could get used to this."