The mere criticism in the theory had already made Gang Zi's anger burn, his heart almost exploding, and this wasn't even the end.
Immediately following was the third part.
Tang San began to describe his experiences at Shrek Academy, vividly, and one could feel an endless rage and the protagonist's extreme despair through the paper.
The environment was unimaginably trashy, located in a small, broken village. The dormitories were wooden huts, the classrooms were open ground, and the cafeteria only had white porridge and pickled vegetables. Classes only consisted of fighting on the Spirit Fight Stage.
The Dean's greatest skill was bragging, talking about teaching the youngest Spirit Hall Elder, graduates directly becoming Empire viscounts, and a teaching philosophy unique under Tianxia, and so on.
In contrast, the admission standards were equally unimaginable.
Applicants had to be no more than thirteen years old, with immense Spirit potential, good prospects for future development, and outstanding combat abilities. Each requirement was more outrageous than the combined standards of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Royal Academies and the Spirit Hall Academy.
The final result was unexpected, yet within expectations.
Over two-thirds of the forty-plus top geniuses were taught to death, and most of those who were lucky enough to survive were close to being crippled.
Who created such glorious achievements?
The answer was Yu Xiaogang's longtime friend, the Four-Eyed Owl-Eagle Flender.
After a brief introduction, the main event arrived.
After Nangong Lingyun publicly revealed the truth about the so-called monster academy, Flender privately admitted to him that this was an external organization specifically used by the Clear Sky Sect to harm commoner geniuses, prevent the emergence of a second Tang Chen, and cause the Sect's position to be affected.
These words made Yu Xiaogang's whole body jolt, as if he had been struck on the head with a Great, his face instantly losing all color.
His face, full of anger, turned to fear, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to recover for a long time.
Simple theoretical errors could be explained as stupidity, uselessness, or incompetence, but deliberately harming non-clan disciples and publicizing it would be nailed to the pillar of shame for ten thousand years.
The entire Spirit Master's world would be shouting for his head, leaving him without a single place to stand.
Perhaps one day, while walking on the road, he would be stabbed in the back.
"It's over, it's really over now."
"What to do? What should I do?
Right, Dong'er, I still have Dong'er. She should help me, no, she definitely will."
Gang Zi was filled with despair, murmuring incessantly in his heart.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his complexion became incomparably invigorated.
The reason he chose to come to Spirit City was that he had long harbored some hidden thoughts in his heart.
However, he had been worried that the other party might change their mind, or have opinions due to certain news from Heaven Dou City, and rashly running over would be like walking into a trap, so he had not taken action.
But now, there was no other choice. Even with a 90% failure rate, he had to bet everything and firmly believe in it.
Yu Xiaogang didn't even eat breakfast, and didn't have time to read the rest of the newspaper.
He quickly changed into a large hooded coat, covered his face tightly with a mask, and immediately rushed out the door.
He sprinted all the way, and with the Supreme Pontiff token left by Tang Hao, he was able to pass through without hindrance.
Just ten minutes later, he arrived at the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on the golden throne with a stern expression, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, then her gaze sharpened again, and she said in an icy voice:
"What are you doing here?"
Below, Yu Xiaogang did not notice the brief change in Bibi Dong's expression.
Looking at that beautiful face that had hardly changed from back then, after a little surprise, he took a deep breath.
Secretly cheering himself on, if this play was acted well, the rest of his life would be one of wealth and glory, but if it wasn't, his little life would be over immediately, and there must be no mistakes.
He recalled Bibi Dong's personality and the methods he had used to manipulate her in the past.
He didn't bother with formalities, gently put his hands behind his back, straightened his body, raised his chin high, and his expression and eyes seemed to be those of some awesome figure, with pride and a hint of disdain.
"Have you read today's newspaper?"
"I have."
Bibi Dong opened her mouth leisurely.
Without knowing when, the coldness and majesty on her face had dissipated by half, replaced by extreme calmness, without the slightest ripple.
This time, Yu Xiaogang finally realized that something seemed a little wrong.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't she, as his lover, quickly rush up to help find reasons to explain and vehemently curse those who slandered him, now that he was being slandered so much?
In the past, his identity as a Spirit theory Grandmaster and the Martial Soul Ten Core Competitiveness hadn't been without their doubters.
But numerous Spirit Hall executives, including Qian Xunji, had tried to persuade her until they doubted their own lives, without any effect.
This time, the setback was a bit big, but as long as she still had him in her heart, everything was not a problem. Excuses could be found with a little effort.
Why was there no reaction now?
Yu Xiaogang began to worry faintly in his heart, but he continued to act:
"Since you've read it, what do you think of the evaluations of my actions and the Martial Soul Ten Core Competitiveness in it?"
"I looked with my eyes, sat on the Supreme Pontiff throne to look, and looked while eating breakfast."
"You…"
Yu Xiaogang's expression froze, his face full of disbelief.
She actually dared to be so perfunctory about such a serious and important issue for him? Tang San had scolded him as utterly useless.
Was this still the pure, lovely, and Goodness Bibi Dong of the past?
If it were in the past, he would definitely leave this place in a fit of anger without saying a word, unless she solemnly apologized and promised never to do it again, otherwise he would never forgive her.
Unfortunately, going out today meant death. As more and more people saw the newspaper, more and more people would want to kill him.
Gang Zi hesitated a little in his heart.
Should he continue to try to manipulate Bibi Dong, or should he change his approach, kneel down and beg her to save his little life?
After half a second of hesitation, he quickly made a decision.
Continue to manipulate.
The reason was very simple. If Bibi Dong still had him in her heart, then with so many things having happened, and with twenty years of unchanged feelings, they could definitely return to the original path.
But if she didn't, with the things he had done in the past, even kneeling down and begging bitterly would probably be useless, and the result would still be death.
With his plan decided,
Yu Xiaogang changed his expression like a magic trick, instantly becoming incomparably ugly, with a strong sense of disbelief mixed with anger.
He waved his right hand fiercely in the air, and stomped his right foot hard on the ground. Even if the hard ground made his foot ache, he didn't change color at all.
"Bibi Dong, you have really disappointed me too much."
"I didn't expect that after twenty years, you would actually become such a cold and ruthless woman."
"I was backstabbed by my own disciple, and schemed against by Nangong Lingyun. They publicly questioned my proudest Martial Soul Ten Core Competitiveness in the newspaper, and you didn't have any reaction."
"Where is the pure, innocent, and Goodness Bibi Dong of the past?"
Answer me."