Theory Mashter

One day, in the Theoretical Research Hall of the Spirit Hall.

Inside the seminar room, Yu Xiaogang sat alone at a table by the window, preparing for the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, Volume Two. It was already late at night.

Thinking back, the last time Qian Xunji publicly praised him was the one before that.

Just as his stomach rumbled loudly, two figures swayed over.

Along with it came a warm and concerned voice.

"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Yu Xiaogang was taken aback. He looked up and saw two smiling faces looking at him.

The bald, bespectacled man in front of me said familiarly:

"My A Jie, everyone calls me Brother Jie. I'm also a theoretical scholar. This is A Wei."

A Wei, who was standing next to him, was holding a piece of bread and nodded with a big smile.

Seeing the two being so polite and humble, Yu Xiaogang quickly returned the greeting in a courteous manner:

"Hello, Brother Jie! Hello, Brother Wei!"

"Oh, Grandwet, Master."

Brother Jie grinned, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and his gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang's meticulously styled buzz cut. His tone was exceptionally enthusiastic:

"I often help some... cough, theoretical people. I have a piece of bread here; we're not hungry yet, please have it."

Brother Wei deftly handed over the bread.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's hesitant expression, Brother Jie patted his chest and continued with a smile:

"We heard that the Grandwet is new here, and we have admired Grandwet works and are truly eager to learn from him. That's why we've gone to the trouble of seeking you out. Please don't be shy, eat up!"

"Besides, our seminar room is quite large, and there are plenty of goodies stored in the back. All are welcome to come and discuss Grandwet. If you get tired, you can just go to sleep, no problem."

Seeing that the other party's enthusiasm seemed genuine, Yu Xiaogang took the bread and took a bite.

Brother Jie had sharp eyes. He glanced at the table and immediately spotted Yu Xiaogang's spread-out draft. His eyes lit up instantly.

"Wow, what amazing thing did you write, Grandwet? Let me see."

Yu Xiaogang subconsciously reached out to block the manuscript paper, then cleared his throat in a show of feigned modesty. "Just some clumsy writings I jotted down, nothing to mention."

Brother Jie chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "Oh my, are you blushing? Come on, let me see."

As they spoke, Brother Jie and Brother Wei actually leaned their heads close to the top of the manuscript and began to study it carefully.

Upon seeing this, A Wei was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning. Pointing at the ink stains, he exclaimed in shock:

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

"Grandwet's article, 'On the Infinite Possibilities of Blue Silver Grass and Trash Martial Soul,' is so profound that it shatters the ignorance that has plagued the Douluo Continent since ancient times."

"Who would have thought that the ubiquitous Blue Silver Grass could possess such qualities under the Grandwet's pen? This is clearly pointing out the path to Titled Douluo for all Blue Silver Grass Soul Master across the continent."

Brother Jie, standing nearby, quickly echoed the praise, his face full of admiration:

"A Wei is absolutely right. However, in my opinion, the piece that the Grandwet just casually annotated is the truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring masterpiece."

Hearing their praise, the bread in Yu Xiaogang's mouth suddenly tasted incredibly sweet, and he felt as if he were floating on clouds.

He swallowed the bread, a smile creeping onto his lips. He slowly picked up the pen on the table and let out a long, deliberately profound sigh.

"The fact that you two can see the subtlety in this demonstrates that your theoretical understanding far surpasses that of other mediocre individuals."

Yu Xiaogang Yu Xiaogang he had met a kindred spirit, someone he had always longed for.

In his past life, only after he nurtured a goddess did others fawn over him.

Who else could see through his appearance and recognize his wisdom like Brother Jie and Brother Wei?

From that day on, Brother Jie and Brother Wei often went together to ask Yu Xiaogang for advice on various theoretical issues.

In the seminar room, the two of them treated Yu Xiaogang like a god, praising him to the skies.

In particular, whenever Yu Xiaogang was engrossed in studying theories late into the night and looked exhausted, the two of them would always come over to offer their concern and care.

Brother Jie asked him with concern if he wanted some bread, and if he was tired of it, he even enthusiastically offered to take him to the most luxurious restaurant in Spirit City to buy some delicious food, because he absolutely couldn't let a great talent like Master Grandwet go hungry.

Brother Wei stood to the side, holding the manuscript paper and praising it repeatedly, saying that it would be an honor to follow the Grandwet, even if he was just a copyist.

These words of praise and meticulous care provided Yu Xiaogang with the emotional value he had always longed for.

Under their flattery, Yu Xiaogang was ecstatic.

In just two months, with the support of his two kindred spirits, Yu Xiaogang's inspiration flowed freely and his creative enthusiasm soared to unprecedented heights.

Examples include: "The Ultimate Explanation of 'There Are No Useless Martial Soul, Only Useless Soul Master '", "The Absolute Law of Soul Ring Absorption Limits: The Steel Sect Version", and "On the Resonance Between Soul Beast Martial Soul and Plant-Type Soul Master"...

One after another, bizarre theories that even he himself had never carefully considered in his previous life were quickly copied, bound, and published under the encouragement of Brother Jie and Brother Wei.

Qian Xunji's reaction surprised and delighted Yu Xiaogang.

Not only did he not refute a single word, but he also went to great lengths, frequently summoning all the staff of the palace to hold grand commendation ceremonies.

Inside the Pope Palace.

Qian Xunji sat high on the Pope's throne, flanked by Yue Guan and Gui Mei, two Titled Douluo. Below the steps stood all the scholars of the Martial Soul Theory Research Hall.

"By His Holiness the Pope."

Yue Guan held a book made of gold silk in her hands, her fingers delicately arched, and read it aloud in a high-pitched voice:

"Honorary Elder Yu Xiaogang possesses astonishing theories and has authored numerous books, making invaluable contributions for generations to come. His new work has opened up a brand-new path for Soul Master cultivation across the entire continent, and he is hereby awarded the ' Continent Theory Trailblazing Pioneer Gold Medal '."

Amidst the strains of ceremonial music, Qian Xunji personally descended from the high platform, a warm and friendly smile on his face, and personally pinned a palm-sized medal around Yu Xiaogang's neck.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Gang Grandwet."

Qian Xunji reached out and patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder, his tone so sincere it stirred the heart:

"With you in the Douluo Continent, it is truly a great fortune for all Soul Master. In the future, if you have any brilliant ideas, feel free to write them down. This Pope and the entire Spirit Hall will always be your strongest support."

Yu Xiaogang touched the medal on his chest with both hands. Under the golden light, his eyes turned red with emotion, and he almost shed tears.

Look, even in his past life, he never had such glory.

No matter what his past life was like, his name always carried the shadow of Tang San, the Sea God and the Asura God. But in this life, he truly earned his success through his own hard work.

Below the main hall, the expressions of the scholars who had initially scoffed at Yu Xiaogang changed.

Initially, faced with this theory that pieced together common sense from the past, scholars felt their dignity had been trampled upon and were filled with contempt.

After receiving several commendations in succession, seeing the His Holiness the Pope's meaningful gaze and the Titled Douluo nodding in praise with such seriousness, they suddenly all understood.

The scholars, who were researching theories, all displayed an astonishing talent for flattery.

Grandwet, Grandwet!

An elderly scholar with white hair stepped forward first, bowing deeply with a broad smile.

"Having studied Martial Soul Theory for over seventy years, I recently read the Grandwet's 'On the Cultivation of Separated Martial Soul,' and only then did I understand the meaning of 'the greatest truth is the simplest.' The Grandwet truly a divine being."

"Indeed, Grandwet is a genius unparalleled in the thousands of years of the Douluo Continent. Listening to Grandwet's words is like listening to a profound truth."

"We hope that you will continue to guide and mentor us in the future. We are willing to serve Grandwet Grandwet follow your lead."

Yue Guan echoed this sentiment from the side:

"Elder Yu's boundless imagination is truly admirable, even to myself."

Flattery poured in from all around, one pleasant word after another, not a single one repeated.

Surrounded by a large group of people in the center, Yu Xiaogang was already feeling like he was floating on air.

Cool!

It was even more exhilarating than breaking through to the Titled Douluo in his previous life.

In his previous life, after he broke through to the Titled Douluo, no one dared to fight him. Even when they sparred, it was just a symbolic exchange. He defeated them with a single Fart Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao.

But what about now?

The Pope of the Spirit Hall personally bestowed the medal upon him, the Titled Douluo praised him highly, and the most outstanding scholars in the entire hall vied to flatter him.

He would gladly ascend to the Divine Realm even if it meant being revered and adored by everyone.