Chapter 144 Not only Bi Bidong, Liu Erlong will soon be my woman too! [First update]_1

Xiaowu and her companions all understood.

"Since you, Yu Xiaogang, claim there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters,

then why do you specifically blame the Martial Soul for having flaws when it comes to yourself?"

This is quite interesting.

Felling the unusual gazes around him, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed, and he stared at Luo Yu with gritted teeth.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

Luo Yu spread his hands, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"It means nothing special."

"I'm just curious about one thing."

"The purpose of proposing your theory—is it to fully prove that you are a waste?"

"Pfft." Ning Rongrong, trying not to laugh, barely held it in. Then she said, blinking, "Self-proving to be waste, truly worthy of a master."

Flander was somewhat stunned beside them; he had had some respect for Yu Xiaogang's theories in the past.

But after Luo Yu's reminder, it felt like an epiphany.

It seemed... that was exactly the point.

You tell others there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters, endlessly boosting others' spirits.

But look at what your flawed Martial Soul has done to yourself.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned from green to white.

Now he was stuck in a dilemma, thoroughly outmaneuvered by Luo Yu.

Now he must either admit his theory is wrong or admit he's a waste.

Luo Yu, with his arms crossed, said, "Master, you haven't said a word for a while now, say something."

Yu Xiaogang suddenly calmed down, raising his head to look at Luo Yu and said firmly,

"There is nothing wrong with my theory."

"It's just that my situation is somewhat special. My Martial Soul mutated, and that's why I can't improve my strength."

"Tch."

Luo Yu didn't hide the disdain in his eyes.

"Those are just excuses."

"Your words might fool others, but you can save it when it comes to me."

Yu Xiaogang, enraged, said, "What right does a green boy like you have to question my decades of research?"

"Perhaps I'm not as talented as you in cultivation, but if we are talking about theoretical guidance, without any false modesty, even if you strive for thirty more years, you won't reach my current level."

"Boom!"

"Shut your mouth."

Luo Yu's gaze was electric, commanding without anger.

The Nine-Colored Divine Light erupted from his body, and his domineering aura surged forth.

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically, and he trembled.

"What... what are you going to do?"

Luo Yu snorted coldly, "Explain to me, the commoners in the villages who awaken with a kitchen knife or hoe as their Martial Soul, they can't rise—because they are personally worthless?"

Yu Xiaogang retorted, "That's irrelevant!"

"Fine, let's not talk about them."

"Since you're so rich in theoretical knowledge, why can't you find a way to solve your own Martial Soul's defects?"

"If you can't even solve your own problems, what kind of master are you?"

"Do you even qualify?"

"I'm embarrassed for you."

Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage, pointing at Luo Yu, "You... you..."

"Ha, you what?"

Luo Yu said coldly, "A waste who can't solve his own problems but still covets to take this disciple or that disciple, do you qualify?"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang being rendered speechless and retreating repeatedly, the expressions on the faces of Flander, Xiaowu, and the others were now very vibrant.

"Yes, I admit that I cannot solve the problem of my Martial Soul's defect."

"So what?"

"A problem I can't solve, nobody else can solve it either."

Yu Xiaogang's previously calm and confident look began to twist.

"Moreover, even if one of my theories has a problem, exposed by your irrelevant challenge, so what?"

"I've proposed the ten core competencies of Martial Souls, if you have the ability, find problems with them."

Luo Yu looked at him as if he were staring at a clown.

"I've found that you're not only useless but also shameless."

"How did you come up with the 'Top Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul'?"

"Others may not know, but do you really think I don't know?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank at the depths of his eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure.

He straightened his chest and said with pride, "Those were the theories I painstakingly developed over decades of dedicated research, day and night."

Luo Yu said with disgust, "Enough, stop being so shameless."

"If it weren't for deceiving Bi Bidong to steal the information from Martial Soul Hall for you, where would you have gotten so many theoretical foundations? In the end, you still let her down."

The surrounding young girls who were watching were shocked, never having imagined that a man could know so much secrecy.

Even Flander showed a look of surprise.

He had originally admired Yu Xiaogang's talent greatly, so much so that he silently stepped aside for Liu Erlong even though he also liked her. Now suddenly to find that Yu Xiaogang's theories were all obtained through deception?

Yu Xiaogang's hand, hidden beneath his sleeve, started to tremble, a look of alarm flashing in his eyes.

It was as if a secret hidden deep in his heart for countless years had been pierced through.

Bi Bidong promised me she wouldn't tell anyone. How could she tell someone else?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Looking at Luo Yu's piercing gaze, Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had nowhere to hide.

No, this matter absolutely couldn't get out. His reputation was at stake.

He pointed at Luo Yu in anger, cursing for the first time in his life.

"You're talking nonsense."

"What right do you have to slander me?"

"Bi Bidong is the Female Pope of Martial Soul Hall, a person of such noble status, how could you possibly have anything to do with her?"

Upon hearing this, Flander and the others all showed strange expressions.

Yu Xiaogang didn't know, but weren't they aware of Luo Yu's origins?

A top genius of Martial Soul Hall, they say even the Great Priest Qian Daoliu wants to take her as his granddaughter-in-law.

Wouldn't know Bi Bidong?

At this, they made a judgment in their hearts—this Master Yu Xiaogang's reputation really was unjustified.

Luo Yu asked, "Why can't I have any relation with Bi Bidong?"

Yu Xiaogang gave a disdainful smile, "Though your talent is not bad, you are not yet mature enough. To meet the Empress, I'm afraid is far from sufficient."

"You'd better not tell me that she told you all of these things herself."

"Oh?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, "Since you've asked, I might as well tell you a secret."

Luo Yu leaned in, whispering in Yu Xiaogang's ear.

In a voice only the two of them could hear, he quietly said, "Bi Bidong, she's my woman. Sometimes, when we're lounging in bed, we would mention you, this worthless man."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes suddenly bulged out wide, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He clenched his fists tightly.

"You're full of it."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"How could the Empress, a person of such noble status, have anything to do with someone like you, a nobody?"

Yu Xiaogang kept shaking his head, quickly revealing a mocking laugh.

"Hahaha, when you tell lies, you could at least try to make them sound believable."

"It's too fake."

"Oh," Luo Yu nodded, saying sympathetically, "Sooner or later, you'll see some things. I hope that when the time comes, your fragile heart can handle the blow."

"To offend the Female Pope is a capital offense!"

"If I report this to Martial Soul Hall, you're dead meat!!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned red.

"Then let me tell you another secret,"

Luo Yu leaned in again, whispering murderously, "Not only Dong'er, but before long Liu Erlong will also become my woman. You, you garbage, don't deserve them."

"You… what did you say?" Yu Xiaogang was enraged, his eyes bloodshot.

Xiaowu, Ning Rongrong, and the other girls felt as curious as kittens inside.

They had no idea what Luo Yu had said to enrapture Yu Xiaogang in such a state.

Too powerful.