Yu Xiaogang.
Of noble birth, he was the son of the Clan Leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.
But due to a malignant mutation of his Martial Soul, his innate soul power was only 0.5 rank. The elders of the clan were mostly arrogant and extreme in temperament, resulting in him being ridiculed endlessly during childhood, shaping his outwardly aloof yet inwardly inferior nature.
His cultivation talent was average, intelligence average, character average—his ambitions exceeded the heavens, yet his temperament was weak.
He lacked great wisdom but possessed a bit of petty cleverness. He knew how to make use of resources, and by taking the opportunity to visit the Martial Soul Hall, he became acquainted with the then–Saintess Bibi Dong.
He organized and summarized various pieces of knowledge within the Martial Soul Hall, then published them, gaining the title of "Grandmaster," but remained unrecognized by the world.
As for the series of incidents involving Liu Erlong afterward, that didn't need to be considered here. By then, Yu Xiaogang was already different from the person Bibi Dong once liked.
Su Cheng tapped the table lightly with his fingers, silently deep in thought.
He needed to let Bibi Dong see the shadow of Yu Xiaogang in him, yet he must not make her think he was a second Yu Xiaogang. The degree between the two had to be grasped perfectly.
This crazy woman, Bibi Dong, could be said to have lived her entire life for Yu Xiaogang—truly absurd.
If, aside from appearance, he replicated Yu Xiaogang in every other aspect, things would certainly spiral beyond control.
If that lunatic had a mental breakdown and thought his existence sullowered the uniqueness of her first love and decided to kill him—where would he go to reason with that?
Gaining some trust and goodwill would be enough.
So, what would the difference be?
Yu Xiaogang was only outwardly aloof—his strength was fake.
Otherwise, he would not abandon Bibi Dong so easily, would not outright discard Liu Erlong.
Likewise, he would not shamelessly take the knowledge given to him by his first love and use it to package himself as a theoretical Grandmaster.
Facing his clan, he would not be so utterly humble.
He was, at his core, an extremely self-inferior person, spending his whole life wanting to prove himself.
Unfortunately, he lacked real ability, his published theories were plagiarized, and the disciple he found was a Child of Destiny—completely violating his own famous line: "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless soul masters."
Aside from being good with women, he was useless in every other regard.
But Su Cheng was different.
Even without gaining fame through theory, if it weren't for wanting to destroy the Martial Soul Hall, with his current mastery of the medical arts, even with a pitiful innate soul power of only 0.5 rank, breaking through to the realm of Title Douluo would absolutely not be difficult.
"It's a pity—only up to Title Douluo."Thinking of this, Su Cheng couldn't help sighing inwardly.
Human effort had its limits.
If possible, he too wished to subdue the world with pure strength instead of schemes and calculations.
But after these years of immersing himself in medical arts to an unimaginable level, he only understood more clearly that talent created an unbreakable ceiling.
In this world, in terms of sheer combat strength, a Martial Soul truly determined one's upper limit.
Unless he could, like Tang San, obtain various plug-in-level treasures that enhanced bloodlines, with two gods supporting him behind the scenes.
But that depended on luck, and Su Cheng obviously wouldn't gamble on luck.
After adjusting his mindset and emotions, Su Cheng quickly immersed himself into the prepared portrait resembling Yu Xiaogang.
Not long after, a calm yet dignified female voice sounded from outside the door:"You will wait outside. Without my command, no one is allowed to disturb."
The tall arched doors opened, and a woman who stunned him at first sight walked in.
She wasn't tall, dressed in a luxurious black long robe embroidered with golden patterns, wearing a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, and holding the Papal Scepter.
Fair skin, a nearly perfect face—calling her a goddess would not be excessive.
Especially the noble aura radiating from her made one instinctively feel the urge to kneel and worship.
It was the current Pope, Bibi Dong.
Although she looked only around twenty years old—seemingly Su Cheng's peer—in reality, she was already close to thirty.
Su Cheng quietly put down his teacup, rose to his feet, and slightly bowed:"I pay respects to Your Holiness the Pope."
Bibi Dong did not speak. Instead, she silently examined him.
Although she didn't want to admit it, earlier she had really struggled over whether to meet him. Her feelings were complicated—she couldn't tell whether she was anticipating or uneasy.
"So alike… truly alike…" she murmured in her heart.
Likewise noble in origin.
Likewise having 0.5 innate soul power, mocked by peers, standing alone.
Even similarly called "Grandmaster" by the world, achieving accomplishments that even Title Douluo had to respect through extraordinary wisdom.
Now looking again, his personality was similarly aloof—facing herself, the Pope, he showed neither fear nor flattery.
After a moment, the words that came from her lips were instead a mocking laugh:"'Are nobles born noble?' Hah, what bold words. What great ambition."
She had spoken only instinctively to jab at him.
In truth, she didn't dislike those words.
This was the difference between the Martial Soul Hall and the empire's nobility.
Even Bibi Dong herself—the current Pope—was born an orphan.
"That wasn't something I said," Su Cheng replied calmly. "It was a phrase I heard when I was young."
"Of course, I thought it was well said, so I wrote it in the book."
Bibi Dong paused for a moment, feeling oddly uncomfortable, but did not pursue it further. Instead, she asked:
"Your biological father is Su Shan, the 'Edge-less Sword,' correct?"
"Yes."Being found out was no surprise to Su Cheng."The one who killed him was Martial Soul Hall's former Pope, Qian Xunji."
"You don't wish to avenge him?"
"Of course I do. But Qian Xunji is already dead."
At those words, Bibi Dong fell silent, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward.
"Are you willing to join the Martial Soul Hall?"Realizing her own state was off, Bibi Dong simply threw out the olive branch.
"The Martial Soul Hall can give you the chance to prove yourself, to take back everything you lost to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
At this point, she had shed her earlier strange emotions."You are remarkable. Your theories are groundbreaking—countless people have benefited from you."
Su Cheng smiled and shook his head.
"There's nothing remarkable about it. It's merely the self-redemption of a cultivation cripple.
"Your Holiness, your talent is exceptional—I envy that.
"If possible, I would rather have inherited the Edge-less Sword, but unfortunately, talent is such an unreasonable thing.
"Still, everyone can have at least some shining point. There may be geniuses in this world, but no absolute wastes. One can always find other paths and choices.
"But for me? It's useless. My theories can help countless others—yet they alone cannot help me.
"In fact, the deeper I delve into them, the more clearly I see my own limits."
He said this lightly, as though he truly didn't care about the praise the world gave him.
A trace of confusion flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
It shouldn't be like this.
Why—after achieving such accomplishments, the very accomplishments her past self dreamed of, the accomplishments recognized worldwide—did he instead look down on the power of theory, not thinking himself special?
Why say such things?
How dare he say such things!
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