Praising Gangzi to Death

Outside the quiet room of the library.

Having just endured an extreme struggle, Yu Xiaogang was limping away, leaning against the stone wall.

Bibi Dong followed a few steps behind him, her eyes filled with heartache and self-reproach, but she dared not get any closer.

Just now inside the house, whenever she got close, Yu Xiaogang bounced around like a ping-pong ball, almost Brother Xiaogang and sending her to her death on the spot.

"Dong'er, wait! Please wait!"

Yu Xiaogang, supporting his aching lower back, shuddered slightly, not daring to look at Bibi Dong even once more.

"Until we figure out exactly what this weird thing is, we absolutely must not be alone together again in the near future."

"Xiao Gang..."

Bibi Dong wiped away her tears and nodded, sobbing.

"It's all my fault. I'll have a healing-type Soul Master treat you. Just rest and recover. I'll definitely find a way to resolve this."

The two were several meters apart, Bibi Dong waved goodbye with reluctance.

Dragging his aching body back into his room, Yu Xiaogang collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.

But the excruciating physical pain paled in comparison to the pent-up frustration in his heart.

First, he was insulted by Qian Xunji, who called him "Lung Mist," and now even Bibi Dong can't get close to him. His pride won't allow him to be so humble.

Do you really think I, Yu Xiaogang, am a pushover?

Yu Xiaogang grew angrier the more he thought about it. He struggled to get up and took out a book from his Storage Soul Tool.

This is the culmination of his past life's work—"The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul".

He had originally planned to wait for Bibi Dong to lend him more core books before perfecting the book and releasing the second volume, but now that he had suffered so much humiliation, he couldn't wait any longer.

He wanted to submit this monumental work immediately to showcase his extraordinary wisdom.

Several days later, at dawn, the theoretical research hall of the Spirit Hall was already in an uproar.

The usually quiet hall corridors were now crowded with scholars.

A crowd had gathered in front of the notice board, pointing and discussing the long scroll that had been displayed.

"Have you heard? Just the other day, that Lung Mist from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who was expelled from the clan submitted a document to our hall called something like ' The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul '."

"The news had already spread. I specifically went to retrieve the copy early this morning, thinking it was some kind of masterpiece, but when I took a look... good heavens, what is this even about?"

"Who can argue with that? The whole thing is nonsensical, just a bunch of common sense things that people casually mentioned before, with a few odd words thrown together. It's hard to read smoothly at all."

The scholars shook their heads at the notice board, their faces full of disdain.

This matter also reached the Pope Palace.

After being reminded by that person, Qian Xunji put aside his murderous intent towards the two and focused on refining his great-father's Soul Power before preparing to do something... oh no, I mean, complete the Rakshasa God Trial.

After hearing the report, although he was not allowed to directly raise his hand and throw Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong away, it was perfectly reasonable for him to spread some negative emotions in another way.

After all, he inherited the divine Rakshasa Divine Sense, and what does the Rakshasa God control?

It's endless negative emotions, it's malice.

Since these scholars see Yu Xiaogang as a clown, what if I, the Pope, did the opposite and elevated this clown to the highest esteem? How wonderful would the atmosphere in the entire Theory Hall be?

Then, how wonderful would it be to see Yu Xiaogang fall from heaven to hell?

Is Qian Xunji it all figured out!

Qian Xunji turned to Yue Guan and calmly instructed, "Go to the Spirit City prison and bring out the Steel Gate Fierce Armor Gang of Six researching theories."

Yue Guan was slightly taken aback, then quickly responded.

The Steel Gate Fierce Armor Gang of Six is considered a bizarre case in Spirit City.

Brother Jie and Brother Wei are Grandwet theoretical researchers who specialize in studying unorthodox Martial Soul spirit theories.

Brother Billy and Brother Jiao are muscular philosophical Grandwet who excel at exploring the mysteries of human Martial Soul through explosive philosophical movements.

Unfortunately, these four Grandwet recently hung out with Brother Scar and Brother Long, who were thugs. They were supposedly discussing some kind of depth science and dynamics and caused a huge commotion, resulting in them all being thrown in jail.

Before long, four tall figures dressed in prison uniforms were brought into the hall.

The man in the lead was chubby, with a shiny bald head and black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose; he was none other than Brother Jie.

Qian Xunji sat down and slowly and methodically gave out the terms.

"This Pope has always valued talent. I'll give you a chance to redeem yourselves. A Jie and A Wei will be assigned to the Theoretical Research Hall to oversee Martial Soul Theory research, Billy and A-Jiao will go to research alternative theories."

"A self-proclaimed theoretical genius, Grandwet Yu Xiaogang, has arrived at the Hall of Theoretical Research. Your sole task is to take good care of him for this Pope. If you do well, your past transgressions will be wiped clean, and you'll be richly rewarded in the future."

Upon hearing this, Brother Jie's pupils behind his glasses suddenly gleamed with a strange light. He raised his hand, adjusted his glasses, and grinned.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, please rest assured, academic exchanges are something I excel at."

The following day, Yu Xiaogang's popularity had not subsided.

Inside the theoretical research hall, just as everyone was offering their opinions and rebuttals, the sound of orderly footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

Two squads of paladins stood on either side, and Qian Xunji, dressed in Pope robe, personally stepped into the hall.

The scholars in the hall were taken aback and immediately bowed in unison.

Qian Xunji smiled gently, his gaze finally settling on Yu Xiaogang, who stood proudly and did not bow.

The next moment, amidst the astonished gazes of the entire hall, Qian Xunji strode forward and warmly grasped Yu Xiaogang's hand in front of everyone.

"Please, everyone, there's no need for such formalities."

Qian Xunji spoke loudly, "This Pope has come in person today for the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, as written by Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang."

"Xiao Gang Grandwet, a great talent. This treatise has a far-reaching vision and takes a unique approach. It is an original insight that has not been seen in the thousands of years of the Douluo Continent, and can be regarded as a model of contemporary scholarship."

Qian Xunji praised him publicly with a sincere expression, even taking out a gleaming golden token and handing it over.

"The Spirit Hall embraces all talents and needs exceptional individuals like yourself. This Pope hereby appoints you as Spirit Hall Honorary Elder, placing you in the Theoretical Research Hall and granting you an elder's salary."

"Xiao Gang Grandwet, become a pillar of the future Martial Soul Theory community!"

Qian Xunji's unreserved praise plunged the entire hall into a deathly silence.

The scholars in the hall turned green with rage.

But because the Pope had given the order personally, even though everyone was furious and felt like their chests were about to explode, they could only grit their teeth and dare not speak out, their eyes filled with contempt for Yu Xiaogang.

At this very moment, Yu Xiaogang, under Qian Xunji's Qian Xunji flattery, immediately lost the lychee.

Holding the heavy Spirit Hall Elder Token in his hands, with Qian Xunji's personal praise echoing in his ears, Yu Xiaogang felt as if all 36,000 pores on his body opened up, making him feel as if he had ascended to the Divine Realm.

That's awesome, absolutely awesome!

If it weren't for the fact that everyone in the main hall was watching, Yu Xiaogang would have loved to summon Luo Sanpao and grab that round bottom to take two big gulps of oral sex.

"Who would have thought that Qian Xunji in this life would have such a discerning eye!"

Yu Xiaogang held his head high and Elder Token's Token into his Storage Soul Tool. He put his hands behind his back and couldn't help but grin wildly.

However, amidst his excitement, his narrow-minded arrogance only intensified.

'Hmph! You're Qian Xunji enough to know your place, Qian Xunji. However, I will not easily forgive you for publicly humiliating me before, just because of this honorary elder plaque.'

'If you don't continue to serve me Grandwet from now on, then one day Dong'er and I will destroy the Spirit Hall, and you'll regret it.'

After Qian Xunji, Yu Xiaogang, filled with ecstatic joy, took the steps of the 99th level and stepped into the seminar room of the Theoretical Research Hall.

However, the room immediately fell silent as he stepped inside.

The scholars didn't even lift an eyelid, treating him as if he didn't exist at all.

Despite being isolated by all the scholars in the hall, Yu Xiaogang remained unperturbed, letting out a contemptuous sneer through his nose.

In his view, these mediocre and foolish people were simply intimidated by his unparalleled talent, and were filled with jealousy but helpless.

'A bunch of short-sighted clowns; my supreme, great, and astonishing wisdom has never deigned to discuss matters with you.'

Yu Xiaogang walked to the table, sat down, and began to peruse the books on it.

Little did they know, right next to the bookshelf diagonally opposite the window, a tall and imposing figure was sitting.

In the slanting sunlight of the early morning, the top of his head reflected a blinding light. He wore black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a meaningful smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Brother Jie's eyes were fixed intently on Yu Xiaogang.

Looking at that sexy buzz cut, then at his perpetually tense and stiff face, and his posture—despite being isolated by everyone, yet stubbornly trying to appear aloof and detached...

Brother Jie's interest grew stronger, and even his breathing became slightly hot.

"Absolutely amazing..."

Brother Jie raised his hand and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

Looks like I'm going to be busy in the days to come...