Chapter 100: Yu Xiaogang is Hypocritical, Inferior, and Useless
Flipping through the annotated copy of The Ten Core Competitiveness of Martial Souls, Bibi Dong couldn't bear to look any longer. She closed the book, shutting her eyes in pain. Only at this moment did she realize how pathetic Yu Xiaogang was, and how incredibly foolish she had been.
His wisdom, which she was so proud of and which had once captivated her, had been false from the very beginning. The real Yu Xiaogang was a hypocritical, insecure man with no talent whatsoever. But even so, a part of her felt that as long as he truly loved her, that alone was enough.
"I will start anew with Xiao Gang and supervise him in completing his theoretical research," Bibi Dong said, taking a deep breath. "As for those Spirit Masters who were harmed by his theories, I will do my best to compensate their families with him in the future."
"You still haven't answered my previous question," Qin Xuan said gravely. "If your teacher doesn't agree to you being with Yu Xiaogang, what will you do?"
Bibi Dong thought for a moment. "Compared to me, you are more suitable to be the next Pope. Regardless of whether my teacher agrees, I will resign from my position as Holy Maiden, then cultivate diligently to become a Titled Douluo Elder of Spirit Hall."
"What if one day the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan or Yu Xiaogang become enemies with Spirit Hall?" Qin Xuan pressed.
"If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan becomes an enemy, I will not show mercy," she said seriously. "As for Xiao Gang, I can't bring myself to harm him, but I will capture him, restrict his freedom, and prevent him from ever harming Spirit Hall again."
"Aren't you afraid of trusting the wrong person?" Qin Xuan asked, noticing a change in her. She no longer seemed to blindly idolize Yu Xiaogang without any sense of right or wrong.
"I believe in Xiao Gang," she said firmly.
"Last question," Qin Xuan said. "What made you so determined to be with him, even if it meant giving up your position as Holy Maiden and Supreme Pontiff? What is it about him that makes him worth your sacrifice? In terms of cultivation, he is a complete waste. As for his so-called wisdom, I have already proven to you that it was acquired through plagiarism."
Bibi Dong smiled gently, not answering directly. "Can I interpret that as you asking why I ultimately chose him and not you?"
"You have to let me lose clearly, don't you?" Qin Xuan said indifferently.
"Indeed, Xiao Gang has almost nothing commendable about him," she admitted, turning to look toward the distant Douluo Hall. "It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a hypocritical, insecure clown. It's just... human emotions are often not formed overnight. I was already with him before I truly understood what love was. Because of my talent, I couldn't find someone who could truly connect with me, so I looked for someone who could surpass me in other aspects. It was his wisdom that attracted me, although now it seems that was all fake."
The gentle breeze blew, her hair and robes swaying with the wind. At this moment, Bibi Dong looked like a painting of a beautiful, tragic war goddess.
"Is that all?" Qin Xuan asked, a little lost in thought.
"Yes, that's all," she replied, forcing a smile, a hint of tears in her star-like eyes. She had to end this ambiguous relationship with Qin Xuan before she became a person she hated. Perhaps one day she would regret it, but short-term pain was better than long-term suffering.
"You've really grown," Qin Xuan said, his face showing no emotion. "You're no longer the naive Holy Maiden you once were. But it's far from enough; you haven't seen the true ugliness of human nature yet. Since you have indeed grown, I'll give you a piece of advice: be careful of your teacher, Qian Xunji."
After he finished speaking, he left on his sword and returned to the Elder Palace.
Watching him disappear, Bibi Dong's emotions finally crumbled. She squatted on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. The Bibi Dong who used to give everything for Yu Xiaogang no longer existed. Perhaps, just as Qin Xuan said, she was no longer naive.
The upcoming Sect Competition was to be held in Spirit City. The hexagonal city walls, built from granite to the specifications of an imperial capital, were eighty meters high and thirty meters thick, all guarded by Spirit Masters. Three of the walls were already engraved with enormous reliefs: a chrysanthemum, an incomplete human figure, and a star crown. These were three of the six patterns on the Pontiff's Decree that had been claimed—two by Spirit Hall, and one by a Titled Douluo from the Star Luo Empire. The remaining three pattern slots would be claimed by the newly selected Upper Three Sects.
This competition would determine the structure of the Spirit Master world for the next thirty years. Winning a spot among the Upper Three Sects was an honor that would drive any clan crazy, as it signified their status and was recognized by all. Even the arrogant Clear Sky Clan, known as the 'World's Number One Sect,' was no exception.
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