Xiao Gang Returns

Qian Xunji took out the prizes for this competition from his Storage Soul Tool, and three Soul Bone immediately appeared in everyone's sight.

He amplified his voice through his Soul Power and said loudly:

"In addition to the secret realm, the overall champion team of this competition will receive three Soul Bone as a reward."

These words caused an even greater uproar in front of the Pope Palace.

Soul Bone are extremely rare; even the Upper Three Sects don't necessarily possess many. Moreover, this time the prizes are two high-age Thousand-Year Soul Bone and one Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's fingers, which were resting on the armrest of his chair, unconsciously stopped tapping.

As the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he saw through the Spirit Hall's scheme to win people's hearts at a glance.

Leaving aside the Soul Bone, as for that secret realm... Ning Fengzhi wouldn't be foolish enough to question its authenticity in public.

Although this competition was jointly organized by the Spirit Hall and the two great empires, judging from the bewildered expressions on the faces of the people from the two great empires, they were mostly unaware of the matter, clearly indicating that it was unilaterally proposed by Qian Xunji.

The Spirit Hall would never lie to the major powers, otherwise its reputation would be ruined in an instant.

The reason he was willing to offer it up was to openly and legitimately win people's hearts through the opportunity to rewrite their destiny.

Imagine joining a place that is already the holy land of Soul Master across the entire continent, and having the chance to defy fate—who in the world wouldn't be tempted?

However, just like the punishment mentioned earlier, this place must have extremely strict restrictions; otherwise, if it could be abused without thinking, the entire Spirit Hall would have already taken off.

Putting aside all other rewards, the mere possibility of Martial Soul Evolution in this secret realm is enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

The Ning family's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could not break through level seventy-nine, forever stuck at the Soul Saint realm, a heavy burden weighing on the hearts of successive sect leaders.

Even I... knowing it was a trap, couldn't help but feel a longing deep down.

Ning Fengzhi murmured self-deprecatingly, slowly clenching one hand on his knee.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is determined to secure a spot in this secret realm, no matter what.

If they fail to win, they will have to use their financial resources to buy a chance to enter. This competition is an excellent opportunity to explore the true nature of the secret realm.

Ning Fengzhi is now very glad that he came in person this time.

Yu Yuanzhen shared the same thought; the possibility of Martial Soul Evolution reminded him of his rebellious son.

Although Yu Xiaogang had been expelled from the family, he was still his beloved eldest son.

A few days ago, he received news that Yu Xiaogang was on her way back, and there was no doubt that he would participate in this competition.

The problem is, his theory is only half-baked...

'This rebellious son is a disgrace in the world of Soul Master. Even if he had calmed down and studied the theories before, he wouldn't have ended up like this. Sigh... never mind.'

In Yu Yuanzhen's view, even if Yu Xiaogang rushed back now, he was destined to have no chance of winning.

As for what Qian Xunji was planning to repeatedly help Yu Xiaogang gain fame, he could never figure it out.

His eldest son is only level 29, what kind of trouble could he possibly cause? Does Qian Xunji intend to imprison him to blackmail the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

Yu Yuanzhen cursed inwardly and abandoned the idea.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached its peak, Yue Guan raised his hand and silenced the noise. "Silence! The theoretical competition has officially begun."

Just then, a loud shout rang out.

"Wait a minute, how could this competition be complete without this Grandwet?!"

Earlier, high in the sky outside Spirit City, a pinkish-purple fat pig, resembling a giant ball, was gliding forward in mid-air.

"Hmph, oh--Puff puff puff puff--!"

On the back of the fat pig, recalling the strange expression on Ji Ba 'Ji Er face when he said goodbye to the three brothers at the port of Vast Sea City a few days ago, with his hands holding the package and his eyes staring blankly at the sky, Flender felt a surge of curiosity.

He lowered his voice and asked:

"Hey Brother Jie, did you guys secretly slip something to Ji Er? He looks really strange, like he's in a daze."

Upon hearing this, Brother Jiao chuckled and spoke first:

"Flender, your knowledge is still not broad enough. As Grandwet of theory, we should be able to keenly perceive from the words and actions of others whether they possess the talent to delve into the Martial Soul Theory."

Flender hesitated for a moment and said:

"So... you guys think Ji Er has the talent to become a theoretical Grandwet?"

Brother Wei immediately responded confidently:

"That's for sure. Even though Ji Er hid it well, his eyes didn't lie; they held a thirst for the unknown. So before we returned, the four of us worked together to compile all our knowledge into a secret manual and gave it to him, instructing him to study it diligently and pass it down through generations, hoping that the Ji Family's descendants would one day carry forward our theories."

Upon hearing this, Flender felt a chill run down his spine and shook his head helplessly.

None of them could have imagined the disaster that this casual gift would bring to Tang San in the future.

As they talked, the enormous pig's body, billowing with yellow smoke, descended towards the city gate of Spirit City. Upon learning that the theoretical competition had begun, they rushed to the Pope Palace without stopping.

Upon seeing the newcomers, several Allied Soul Master who had narrowly escaped from Sea God Island rubbed their eyes, stared at the man who had spoken, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Wait, that skinny guy, and that buzz cut?"

"My God, it really seems to be him. Is he the oddball who carried several people in mid-air and made them fly like pigs on Sea God Island?"

The murmurs spread down Pope Mountain, and the surrounding gazes were a mixture of surprise, disdain, and inexplicable oddity, with a very small amount of fervor.

Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.

He originally thought that the theory of flying with the boar and studying it in the air was something that almost no one except high-level Soul Master could understand.

To my utter surprise, I was recognized the moment I stepped onto the Pope Mountain.

The theoretical competition has already begun, and he, as a theoretical Grandwet, is about to become famous throughout the continent. How could he possibly die at this time?

Yu Xiaogang suppressed the panic in her heart and quickly composed herself.

He walked with his head held high and chest out up the Pope Mountain. Despite only having the cultivation of Soul Grandmaster, he walked with the stride of Limit Douluo.

For a moment, the crowd was so intimidated by his nonchalant attitude that they began to doubt whether they had seen things correctly.

Seeing that the surrounding chatter had subsided, Yu Xiaogang secretly wiped away a bead of cold sweat and inwardly snorted:

'As long as this Grandwet doesn't acknowledge it, no one can tarnish my reputation.'

After calming herself down, Yu Xiaogang's gaze was quickly drawn to the solemn scene in front of the Pope Palace.

He recalled hearing something like, "If I win a match, I'll have a chance to Martial Soul Evolution?"

These words echoed repeatedly in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

Even after his rebirth, and despite the fact that he and four other scholars, including Brother Jie, developed various ways to use Luo Sanpao, Luo Sanpao remained an indelible source of shame and humiliation in his heart.

For this, he endured a lot of scorn and cold treatment from many people.

Now that there's a way to solve the malignant mutation of Martial Soul without waiting for Tang San to become a god, Yu Xiaogang's face flushed.

In terms of Soul Fighting, he might be inferior in skill; but when it comes to the Martial Soul Theory, who in the entire Douluo Continent can be his match Yu Xiaogang?