Chapter 101 Yu Xiaogang's Unwillingness
On the street outside the Spirit City Library.
Yu Xiaogang's face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip with water.
He stared at the library's magnificent doors, his heart surging with anger.
What a blind and short-sighted woman!
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly.
Although his talent for cultivation was lacking, he believed that he had surpassed many people in the study of Spirit theory.
Which of his theories was not the result of painstaking research and repeated deliberation?
But that so-called Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall did not even bother to say a word and simply tossed it aside after reading it.
What was even worse was that she had someone throw him out of the library, showing him absolutely no respect.
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists tightly.
Was she not just the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall?
Just wait. One day, he would make her look at him in a new light and make her regret what she had done today!
But after the anger subsided, a strong sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
That stupid woman simply did not understand his profound theories.
How was he supposed to get to the second or even the third floor now?
Yu Xiaogang glanced down at the notebook he was clutching tightly in his arms, his brows furrowing.
Given his current status, and considering the order just given by the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, he could not even enter the second floor, let alone the third.
Was he really going to give up like this?
No, he was not reconciled.
Having finally arrived in Spirit City, how could he stop here?
Those precious classics were quietly placed there. If he could not read them, his theoretical research would stagnate.
After thinking for a long time and having no other choice, Yu Xiaogang could only sigh reluctantly.
"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time and go back first."
He turned around, holding his notebook, and slowly walked toward his residence, his back looking somewhat lonely.
...
As dusk settled that day.
The Temple of the Holy Son.
Su Mo walked out of the cultivation room, stretched his limbs, and glanced at the main hall.
Bibi Dong, Ye Qingshuang, and Ah Yin were sitting in the hall.
Su Mo walked over and sat down beside them, smiling as he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Su Mo, let me tell you, today Qing Shuang and I ran into a self-righteous good-for-nothing outside," Bibi Dong said with a look of disgust.
"Oh?" Su Mo raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "What happened?"
Bibi Dong curled her lip. "His name is Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family. You should have heard of him, right?"
Su Mo nodded slightly.
He was certainly no stranger to that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang.
He called himself a theoretical master and liked to say that there were no useless Spirits, only useless Soul Masters.
His so-called theory was nothing more than a compilation and reorganization of his predecessors' knowledge.
What was even more ridiculous was that he always put on an air of being a talented yet unappreciated individual, as if he alone was pure in a corrupt world.
It was as though the whole world owed him a chance and no one understood his greatness.
To put it bluntly, he was a clown who had neither talent nor the will to accept his fate, and could only rely on opportunism to gain fame.
Bibi Dong continued, "Today he stopped Qing Shuang and me on the street and said he had researched some Spirit theories and wanted to show them to us."
At first, she thought he might truly have some ability. Since she had nothing better to do, she decided to go and take a look.
"And guess what happened?"
"What happened?" Su Mo asked cooperatively, though he already had a good idea of what had occurred.
"That was all nonsense!" Bibi Dong said irritably. "His so-called Spirit theory was just a rough summary of some common knowledge."
Spirit Rings divided into ten-year or hundred-year levels.
Soul Power being directly proportional to the strength of one's Spirit.
Spirits being divided into beast Spirits and weapon Spirits.
Any Soul Master with even a little knowledge knew these things.
Yet he actually had the nerve to call it his own research.
Bibi Dong grew more speechless as she spoke.
Ye Qingshuang nodded repeatedly and added, "What was even more outrageous was that he included the use of Whale Glue in his theory."
"That's right," Bibi Dong said irritably. "I asked him at the time, are you sure this is a theory you developed yourself?"
He actually nodded and said of course.
He was absolutely shameless, plagiarizing other people's work without even blushing.
"So what did you do after that?" Su Mo asked softly.
Bibi Dong smiled smugly. "I had the guards throw him out of the library."
"Well done. There is no need to be polite to this kind of fame-seeking good-for-nothing. He needs to learn a lesson."
Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, finally feeling that his years of effort had not been in vain.
It was laughable to think about the original trajectory. The Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall had actually been fooled by Yu Xiaogang's plagiarized and cobbled-together theories. That was truly unbelievable.
Fortunately, Bibi Dong had broadened her horizons now and was no longer so easily deceived.
Yu Xiaogang's theoretical summary was as laughable as children playing house in front of Bibi Dong today.
Not to mention he even dared to use Su Mo's own discoveries to fill in the gaps.
Yu Xiaogang had brought such things to Bibi Dong to show off. Was that not simply inviting humiliation?
Moreover, it was one thing for him to come to Spirit City to plagiarize theories, but he had even tried to approach Bibi Dong.
Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes.
Since he had come here, they must teach him a lesson he would never forget, so that he understood some people were not for him to covet.
"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore." Su Mo smiled and ruffled Bibi Dong's hair.
"He is just a clown, not worth wasting your breath on. Let's go get something to eat."
"Okay." Bibi Dong nodded with a smile.
Soon, the servants prepared dinner.
After the four of them finished their meal, chatting and laughing, Su Mo led the three women upstairs.
The moonlight was clear as water, and the room was filled with a warm atmosphere.
...
The following morning, at the Temple of the Holy Son.
The three women had been exhausted last night and were still resting upstairs.
Su Mo went downstairs alone and summoned Gui Mei.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Holy Son," Gui Mei said respectfully, kneeling on one knee.
"No need for formalities," Su Mo said calmly.
Gui Mei rose in response.
"Gui Mei, Yu Xiaogang from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan has arrived in Spirit City."
He had not only plagiarized the contents of Spirit Hall's classic texts and claimed them as his own, but had also tried to approach the Holy Maiden.
Go and give him an unforgettable experience, then throw him out of Spirit City. Remember, do not let him die.
Whether Yu Xiaogang lived or died made little difference. The fact that this clown remained alive actually added a bit of amusement.
Gui Mei nodded slightly. "Your subordinate obeys."
He naturally knew about that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang.
The Holy Maiden was the Holy Son's woman. That good-for-nothing had dared to set his sights on her. He was courting death and must be taught a lesson.
An unforgettable experience...
Gui Mei pondered for a moment, then seemed to understand, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
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