Turning Back the Raging Tide and Propping Up a Collapsing Mansion

Ning Fengzhi waved to the scholars accompanying him in the sect, and they followed their sect leader toward the debate stage, each carrying a stack of documents.

Don't be fooled by Ning Fengzhi's usual peacemaking and troublemaking ways.

But when it comes to the theory of Soul Master, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has accumulated a wealth of information over the generations, and with his experience and knowledge as the sect leader, he is by no means an ordinary person, not to mention that he also brought along several Grandwet from the sect.

As Yu Xiaogang watched him approach step by step, her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

In his past life, Ning Fengzhi said something like "He who obtains the Grandwet obtains the world," but now, even the opportunity right in front of him is being snatched away from him.

Ning Fengzhi calmly sat down opposite him, his smile still amiable, "Yu Dash­ i, since you conceded defeat earlier, how about I, Ning, challenge Elder Ji to a duel this time?"

Before Yu Xiaogang could speak, Ji Boda corrected her, saying, "My surname is Ji Bo, and my given name is Da!"

"So it's Senior Ji Bo, my apologies for not recognizing you."

One corrected the way they addressed each other, while the other greeted them with a smile, completely ignoring Yu Xiaogang, who was still standing beside them.

Just as the referee was about to ask Yu Xiaogang to wait on the side of the stage, he reached out and pulled over a wooden chair next to him, squeezed next to Ji Boda, and pushed the manuscript on the table towards the center.

"We're all colleagues dedicated to academic research, why be so formal? This Grandwet will share a table with you."

Ji Boda quickly pressed down on the manuscript, saying unhappily, "Who wants to share a table with you?"

Seeing the other party's unyielding attitude, Yu Xiaogang immediately had a flash of inspiration and came up with a way to lure them in. "Don't you still want to see Liu Ruyan? This Grandwet will help you win this round. What's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing Liu Ruyan's name, Ji Boda hesitated as expected. After thinking for a moment, he finally relented and said, "If you are truly willing to help me, then after we win..."

"Win first, then we'll deal with this one."

Yu Xiaogang sat firmly in the chair, showing no intention of moving an inch.

As long as we team up with this old man first, and win this round, given his Grandwet- level performance, we can easily put pressure on him. Why would we be afraid of not getting this chance to go in?

The referee wiped away a bead of sweat, looking troubled, and said, "You're not a team. Forming a team midway through might be against the rules, wouldn't it?"

Ning Fengzhi on the opposite side shared the same thought. Although he was leading several scholars from major sects and was not afraid of challenges, was it necessary to add unnecessary variables to a game that could be won easily?

But after a while, he will realize that he is wrong, and very wrong.

The reason is that Yu Xiaogang's addition was not difficult at all; on the contrary, it was a great gift delivered to their door.

Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to politely decline, Yu Xiaogang anticipated his intention and preemptively said:

"Sect Master Ning is the head of one of the Upper Three Sects. Surely he wouldn't mind two scholars joining forces to seek your guidance? The dignified Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, could it be... that you're afraid?"

"No way? Really? Does Sect Master Ning lack even this much magnanimity?"

After being bombarded with this sarcastic and sarcastic remark, Ning Fengzhi's fist hardened.

Countless eyes were watching from the Pope Mountain Square. As the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he couldn't openly lash out. He could only force a smile and say:

"Hehe, Yu Dash­ i, you flatter me. Academic exchange is always welcome, and I certainly wouldn't mind. Since you're in such Grandwet, please do."

Seeing that both sides had reached a consensus, the referee cleared his throat and announced the official start of the debate.

The scholars watching from below the stage shook their heads and couldn't help but whisper among themselves:

"How shameless! To try and get a reward like this, they'll do something so disgusting. Yu Xiaogang's shamelessness in Chengdu has truly opened our eyes today."

Even if Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong were incredibly devoted to each other, they couldn't help but feel embarrassed by this shameless farce on stage.

The two women exchanged a glance, and the same thought crossed their minds: Xiao Gang was probably sick today.

Once the debate began, Yu Xiaogang ignored the pointing fingers and whispers of others. He watched Ning Fengzhi, who was becoming increasingly aggressive in the debate, and mentally cursed the Ning family's genealogy.

He only has nine gold coins now, a full coin short of the final 0.01%. Who knows how many more trips he'll have to go in?

What if another gold coin fragment appears? Would I have to collect all the fragments to exchange for gold coins?

If he can't keep competing, and once the audience has had their fill of debate and the event is over, and no one is willing to argue with him anymore, what will he use to gain another chance to advance?

He has to win this debate no matter what.

Just as Ji Boda finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang interrupted, offering a few words of support based on his half-baked theory. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School team seized on Yu Xiaogang's weakness and pressed him for answers, making it even more difficult for Ji Boda.

The more the Yu Xiaogang is patched up, the more flaws are revealed.

The scholars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect followed the clues and scored points one after another, almost leaving Ji Boda speechless several times.

After Yu Xiaogang exposed several fatal flaws, she was completely unaware of them, and instead concluded that Ji Boda was too incompetent, and that with his help, she could still be rendered speechless by his arguments.

At this moment, Ji Boda was filled with deep regret.

He even began to suspect that the short-haired man in front of him might be a spy planted by the opposing side. Why would someone risk their life to give points to the enemy? How could he possibly argue with that?

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's smug expression, as if she were invincible, he finally lost his temper, slammed his hand on the table, and roared:

"Yu Xiaogang, I've put up with you for too long!"

Yu Xiaogang was startled and asked, puzzled, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"You've been delivering non-stop, you haven't stopped at all!" Ji Boda roared angrily.

Seeing that the scholars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were taking another point while they were arguing, and the situation was on the verge of collapse, Yu Xiaogang finally panicked and anxiously urged the students below the stage:

"Brother Jie, come up here quickly and help this Grandwet hold the fort."

Brother Jie, Brother Wei, Brother Billy, and Brother Jiao, who were in the audience, were well prepared. They knew the depth of Yu Xiaogang all too well. Ji Boda was already lucky to have lasted this long.

Ning Fengzhi, seeing this, was shocked. They actually needed to call for reinforcements?

Just as he was about to make a move, Yu Xiaogang turned her head to look at him.

Ning Fengzhi:...

He swallowed his words, thinking to himself, 'That damn crew-cut guy, he'll get what's coming to him sooner or later.'

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi did not step forward to stop them, the referee did not intervene and allowed Brother Jie three companions to go on stage.

Based on their years of experience, the four scholars quickly sorted out and clarified the confusing theories that Yu Xiaogang had previously presented, finally bringing the topic back on track.

With strong support, Ji Boda was able to continue his calm rebuttal based on the arguments provided by the four others.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized somewhat, Yu Xiaogang straightened her back again.

Whenever he couldn't help but try to open his mouth and start talking, Ji Boda, who was next to him, would quickly raise his hand and cover his mouth, letting him make muffled protests under his palm.

Ji Boda desperately wanted to win!

They finally managed to get four helpers. As long as this short-haired guy keeps quiet, there's still some hope.

But he just happened to sit here, and every time he opened his mouth, Ji Boda had to wonder if the hole he had just painstakingly patched up would be poked through again.

Finally, Yu Xiaogang's mouth was covered again. He pulled away Ji Boda's hand and shouted angrily, "Ji Boda, what do you mean?!"

Before Ji Boda could speak, Brother Jie pressed down on Yu Xiaogang's shoulder and said with a smile, "Oh, Xiao Gang, you, as the main force, should rest for a bit and let us take over."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of satisfaction and hummed, "Since you put it that way, then this Grandwet will reluctantly take a break."

As the debate progressed, Ning Fengzhi's scholars displayed their strengths, and their offensive became increasingly fierce.

Sweat began to bead on the foreheads of the four scholars.

Seeing this Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong, who were sitting in the audience, disregarded everything else and went up on stage to join the debate.

The two sides fought to a stalemate, and the debate gradually escalated to a life-or-death situation.

Both sides of the scholars were on high alert, racking their brains for fear of revealing the slightest flaw, and neither of them paid any attention to the short-haired guy who was taking a break.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's desire was rising. In his view, when everyone was helpless, it was time for him, as a theoretical Grandwet, to turn the tide and save the collapsing edifice.

If he were to drop a groundbreaking conclusion, he could not only win the game, but also make everyone understand what a true theoretical genius is.

While everyone was pondering, Yu Xiaogang spoke first, revealing the divine move.

Then...

That was the end of it...