Yu Xiaogang: I Really Love Spirit Hall

After the awards ceremony, we returned to the seminar room.

The respectful greetings of the scholars passing by outside the door echoed in his ears. Yu Xiaogang looked up at the beams and pillars and couldn't help but let out a heartfelt sigh.

What fun would it be to send him back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? It would be desolate and boring, and he'd constantly be met with disdain.

Everyone in the Spirit Hall speaks so kindly and is so humble; it's a fantastic place to discuss theories.

Immersed in boundless satisfaction, Yu Xiaogang was busy writing books, receiving praise, and discussing theories day and night, having long forgotten about everything else.

Early morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Yu Xiaogang, dressed in a brand-new gold-trimmed elder's robe and adorned with several gleaming medals on his chest, strode triumphantly across the road leading to the Hall of Theory.

Around the corner, a slender figure had been waiting for some time.

"Xiao Gang."

A call suddenly rang out.

Bibi Dong quickly came out to greet him, and tried to grab Yu Xiaogang's sleeve, but she hurriedly withdrew her hand halfway through the movement.

But at Bibi Dong's suggestion, the two entered a quiet room.

Bibi Dong has been suffering greatly these days.

Since that day, she has been searching for a solution but to no avail. She even suspected that Qian Xunji or Qian Daoliu were behind it all. She even secretly tested Qian Xunji with a few questions, but he looked blank and seemed completely unaware of the situation.

Even more strangely, she tried to touch other servants and even the surrounding flowers and plants, and nothing seemed amiss.

The Brother Xiaogang she had been longing for was right in front of her, yet she couldn't even touch it, causing her immense torment.

She was completely unaware that Yu Xiaogang had been solemnly honored several times in the Pope Palace, a fact she was oblivious to as she remained lost in her confusion.

Later, Bibi Dong finally managed to calm herself down and wanted to go find him, only to discover that Yu Xiaogang was leaving early and returning late every day.

Having learned the information, she secretly waited for him today.

"Xiao Gang, it's been so long since we last met. Do you know how much I've missed you?"

Bibi Dong couldn't help but reach out to touch Yu Xiaogang's cheek.

This terrified Yu Xiaogang. Recalling the horrific experience of being bounced back and forth between the stone walls like a human bouncy ball, he staggered back several steps, creating a distance of three feet between himself and the wall.

Bibi Dong stood there, stunned, staring at Yu Xiaogang's desperate attempt to avoid her, and said incredulously, "Xiao Gang, were you serious about taking those steps back?"

Yu Xiaogang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken, and protested, "Dong'er, have you forgotten what might happen if we make contact? I almost lost my life last time."

Bibi Dong snapped out of her reverie, lowered her eyes, and said apologetically, "Yes, I'm sorry, I forgot for a moment. I just missed you so much..."

"He's not dead, it doesn't matter, just be more careful next time."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and said somewhat anxiously, "I have to go now, I'm going to be late for work."

"Work?"

Bibi Dong was stunned, looking at the short-haired man in front of her with a sense of complete unfamiliarity.

Her gaze fell on the several gleaming medals on Yu Xiaogang's chest, and a question immediately welled up in her mind:

"Are you working for the Spirit Hall? Are you working for Qian Xunji?"

"Xiao Gang, have you forgotten the blood feud from our past lives? Qian Xunji, and the entire Spirit Hall, how they forced and tormented us in our past lives? And now you're risking your life for them?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression suddenly darkened.

In the past, he might have joined Bibi Dong in venting his grievances and complaining a few times.

But now, Qian Xunji treats him like a national hero, even better than when he was the national advisor of the Heaven Dou Empire in his previous life. He has been given unparalleled honors and is always surrounded by people wherever he goes.

Faced with the ultimate satisfaction of vanity, he had long since forgotten the insignificant matters of his past life.

Moreover, he wasn't the one who suffered injustice in his past life, nor was he the one trapped in the secret chamber.

In his memory, Qian Xunji had only cursed him about lung fog to his face once. Was that so hard to forgive?

The past life is the past life, and this life is this life. In this life, Qian Xunji is almost becoming his mentor.

Upon seeing that Bibi Dong dared to question his mentor, Yu Xiaogang was instantly enraged.

That's just womanly thinking.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale, and he coldly rebuked:

"I am working not only because I am now an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall, but also because countless monumental works concerning the future of all Soul Master on the continent need my review and writing every day. How can I let personal matters interfere with my official duties?"

"Didn't you tell me this yourself in my past life? Since my path as Soul Master is blocked, I must forge an unprecedented path in the realm of theory."

"Everything I'm doing now is to prove my invincible and astonishing wisdom. Besides, the Xiao San hasn't even been born yet. If I do nothing now and wallow in self-pity all day, what will I use to teach her in the future?"

Yu Xiaogang became more and more excited as he spoke, his tone high-spirited, as if he were placing himself on a high ground in terms of destiny.

"I must accumulate prestige surpassing my previous life. Only by standing at the very top of the continent can I, after the birth of my Xiao San, dedicate all the continent's best resources to nurturing him to be even more outstanding."

"I'm paving the way for my Xiao San, I'm working hard for our future grand plans, don't you even understand that?"

These words left Bibi Dong's mind reeling.

"But Xiao Gang... the Xiao San won't be born for many more years. Shouldn't we just focus on the present?"

"You study until late every night, and I risk being discovered, but I still can't find you several times. Qian Xunji must be trying to flatter you to death; I don't believe someone like him could have such a kind heart. And those scholars, as well as Brother Jie and Brother Wei, who are very close to you, must all have ulterior motives."

Yu Xiaogang couldn't believe what he had just heard.

You mean the Pope of the Spirit Hall, in front of the Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo and all the scholars, praised him to death?

Or is it that all the scholars' sincere greetings and genuine smiles every day are fake?

Or perhaps the heartfelt words spoken by Brother Jie and Brother Wei, these two close friends, were all fabricated?

This unreasonable woman actually dared to call his moment of glory a joke.

She wasn't concerned about him; she was clearly jealous of his talent and trying to hinder his path to success.

"You have some nerve, Bibi Dong! You've really gone too far! I can understand you insulting Qian Xunji, but you absolutely shouldn't have insulted those theoretical scholars."

Yu Xiaogang's expression was icy, his eyes revealing only undisguised disgust.

You've disappointed me so much!

"I've poured my heart and soul into our future, working tirelessly day and night. Not only do you fail to appreciate my hard work, but you also act unreasonably here, spouting jealous words and even maliciously slandering my close friend and colleague."

"You keep saying you love me, but what about in reality? You can't even give me the most basic understanding and respect."

"What you love is not me, Yu Xiaogang; what you love is just that mediocre person whose talent is hidden."

Yu Xiaogang didn't even glance at Bibi Dong.

"Further words are pointless. Take some time to reflect on your actions, and let's all calm down."

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang pushed open the door and walked towards the Hall of Theoretical Research without looking back.

Bibi Dong stood there, stunned, speechless. Was she really wrong?

It is clear that Yu Xiaogang never truly loved Bibi Dong.

In his past life, he approached Bibi Dong for the sake of the precious books in the Spirit Hall's library, and to use the halo of the Holy Maiden to cover up his inferiority complex caused by lung fog.

From beginning to end, the only person he loved was himself and his vanity.

Now, under Qian Xunji Xunji's flattering offensive, he has long been unable to extricate himself from the high platform he has been elevated to.

He doesn't need love; all he needs is endless adoration.

"Grandwet, Master."

"Greetings, Elder Yu. You look remarkably spry today."

As Yu Xiaogang stepped into the seminar hall, he was greeted with a warm and welcoming smile.

Brother Jie, all smiles, handed over a cup of hot milk, while Brother Wei deftly pulled out Yu Xiaogang's exclusive, spacious, and comfortable leather chair.

Yu Xiaogang smiled slightly, stroked the medal on his chest, and slowly leaned back in his chair.

Everyone here is talented, and they all speak very well.

He really loves it here.