44. The Flat-Headed Man by the Coconut Grove Lake (1)
When it comes to things that can help him solve the evil mutation of his martial soul and get rid of the reputation of being a waste, his brain is the sharpest.
The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan failed to help Yu Xiaogang solve the problem of his martial soul mutation, and even dared to abandon him, wanting to demote him to a lowly menial disciple. This made Yu Xiaogang extremely disappointed in them and prompted him to leave. However, on this vast continent, there were very few forces that could help Yu Xiaogang solve this problem.
If there is a method on this continent that can solve the malignant mutation of one's martial soul, Yu Xiaogang dares to say that this method is most likely in the Spirit Hall.
The time when the Spirit Hall was established is unknown. It has been established on the mainland for ten thousand years and has the most complete information on spirits.
There must be a method among them that can allow Yu Xiaogang Luo Sanpao to evolve into a Golden Holy Dragon.
The Spirit Hall is Yu Xiaogang's first choice.
Yu Xiaogang, who had received the sect order, planned to come to the Spirit Hall first, and by paying a portion of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect's confidential information in exchange for the qualification to join the Spirit Hall and enter the core archives, he could then access the knowledge of the Spirit Hall and find out how to transform his own spirit, Luo Sanpao. When his spirit, Luo Sanpao, transformed into the Golden Holy Dragon, he would use the support of the Spirit Hall to
Then he would achieve the title of Douluo step by step. At that time, he would naturally withdraw from the Spirit Hall, return to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect, and take back everything that belonged to him. But plans could not keep up with changes. Because the sect order was taken away, Yu Xiaogang was stopped by the guards outside the Pope's Palace and was not allowed to enter, let alone meet the Pope.
Unexpectedly, this time, he actually met the Pope's disciple, the peerless genius with twin martial souls. It was really a blessing from heaven.
Therefore, Yu Xiaogang planned to use this Holy Maiden of the Pope's Palace to join the Spirit Hall.
So, in the next few days, Yu Xiaogang secretly observed the Saint Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong was rarely happy.
Ever since she joined the Spirit Hall at the age of six, she has been training in the Pope's Hall. Her master is very kind to her, but he has always restricted her to the Pope's Hall, which makes her extremely eager to see the outside world.
Therefore, every soul hunting is a rare opportunity for Bibi Dong to relax.
On the way to the Star Dou Great Forest after leaving Wuhun City, after her constant persuasion, Elder Jin Zhong finally agreed to let her stay in Coconut Grove City for a few more days before going soul hunting.
Unfortunately, there seemed to be no one in the outside world who could inspire her. Just like her peers in Wuhun City, after recognizing her identity as the Holy Maiden of the Pope's Palace, they were either respectful or fawning, and no one was really willing to make friends with her.
Because of this identity, there is an invisible barrier between her and everyone.
"Saint, it's time for us to set off." said Elder Jin Zhong.
"Elder, this is the last day. I promise. This is the last day. Let's go to the Star Forest tomorrow, okay?" Bibi Dong grabbed Jin Zhong's hand and said coquettishly.
"Okay, okay." Jinzhong Douluo waved his hand and said, "It's the last day. This is the last day. If it's too late, the Pope will blame me."
Bibi Dong went out happily. On this last day, she planned to go boating in Coconut Grove Lake.
When she excitedly came to the edge of Coconut Grove Lake, ready to happily row a day, she looked over and saw a striking figure.
A short-haired man was standing by the coconut grove and lake.
He was dressed in a black bachelor's robe, exuding the temperament of a scholar. He put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.
There was a gentle breeze, the willow branches swayed, and his bachelor's gown also swayed in the wind.
The man with the flat head looks very weathered and his face is full of stories.
Bibi Dong was a little curious about this person. She looked at him twice and was about to leave, but she saw the man with the flat head suddenly lowered his head, looked at the calm lake, sighed, and walked forward a few steps.
Bibi Dong's pupils shrank slightly as she suddenly realized what he was going to do. She rushed forward and grabbed him before he jumped. She looked like a weak woman, but she was a quasi-soul king of level 50 after all. She easily controlled the suicidal little flat-headed guy.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you jump into the lake for no reason?"
When the guy with the flat head heard Bibi Dong's words, he tilted his head, sighed, and stopped talking.
Bibi Dong sighed softly and said, "There seems to be a story in your eyes. Why not tell it to me? Perhaps I can help you solve your problems. There is nothing in life that you can't overcome. Life is precious. Why would you commit suicide?"
"Do you really want to hear my story?" asked the short-haired man.
"Of course, if you are willing to speak, I will be your listener." Bibi Dong said.
"Thank you." The guy with the flat head began to tell his story in a hoarse voice.
"I was born in a big sect family. The small sect had high expectations for me, but I didn't expect that my martial soul would mutate when it awakened. I should have awakened a powerful martial soul, but I mutated into a weak martial soul. My innate soul power is only a pitiful 0.5 level."
"From that moment on, the entire sect's attitude towards me changed. My father was indifferent to me, the elders looked down on me, and the other sect disciples laughed at me and bullied me."
"So..." Bibi Dong murmured, "Is this why you chose to commit suicide?"
The short-haired man shook his head, his eyes emitting a blazing light. He suddenly stood up and said solemnly, "No, I will never bow to fate. It doesn't matter if my martial soul mutates malignantly, or if my innate soul power is only level 0.5, or if I am bullied and ridiculed by my relatives. I firmly believe that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. I will not give up, and I will practice hard.
If I don't have enough talent, I will work harder than the average person to cultivate. If a hundred times the effort is not enough, then I will work two hundred times the effort.
One day, I will tell my father who ignored me and the cold sect that even if my martial spirit is useless, I can still make a name for myself."
When it came to the emotional part, the man with the flat head trembled, and the terrifying aura of a level 29 great soul master was fully revealed.
Bibi Dong suddenly realized that this guy with a flat head had the cultivation level of a 29th-level Great Spirit Master, while he was only at the 0.5th level of the Innate Realm.
It is very difficult to find someone in the entire continent who can cultivate his innate soul power to this level.
What's even more shocking is that when Bibi Dong tried to stop the little flat-head from jumping into the lake, she found out about Yu Xiaogang's bone age.
He is even one year younger than me, and despite the debuff of 0.5 level of innate soul power, he cultivated all the way to level 29.
Bibi Dong remembered what the bald man had just said, "If I don't have enough talent, I will work harder than ordinary people to practice. If a hundred times the effort is not enough, then I will work two hundred times harder." What he said was true. It is conceivable how much effort and sweat he put in to achieve this level 29 soul power cultivation.
Thinking about the other person and then thinking about herself, Bibi Dong couldn't help feeling guilty.