Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 4444. The Flathead by the Coconut Grove Lake (1)

When it comes to matters that can help him resolve 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 and prompted him to leave. However, on the 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 his martial soul, then Yu Xiaogang dares to say that this method is most likely in the Spirit Hall.

The time when the Spirit Hall was established is no longer traceable. It has stood on the continent for ten thousand years and has the most complete information on spirits. Among them must be the method to allow Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao to evolve into the Golden Holy Dragon.

The Spirit Hall is Yu Xiaogang's first choice.

Originally, Yu Xiaogang, having received the sect order, planned to first visit the Spirit Hall. By exchanging a portion of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan's confidential information for admission to the Spirit Hall's core archives, he would then be able to access the Spirit Hall's knowledge and discover how to transform his own spirit, Luo Sanpao. Once his spirit, Luo Sanpao, had transformed into the Golden Holy Dragon, he would leverage the Spirit Hall's support and gradually achieve the rank of Titled Douluo. At that point, he would logically withdraw from the Spirit Hall, return to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, and reclaim everything that belonged to him. However, plans couldn't keep up with events. Because of the loss of his sect order, Yu Xiaogang was stopped outside the Pope's Hall by the guards, not even 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 God's help.

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 confined 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 repeated requests, Elder Jinzhong 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. 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." Elder Jin Zhong said.

"Elder, this is the last day. I promise, this is the last day. Let's go to the Star Dou Great 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 we're late, the Pope will blame us."

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 the Coconut Grove Lake, ready to happily row a boat for the day, she glanced over and saw a striking figure.

A man with a short flat head was standing by the coconut grove and lake.

He was dressed in a black bachelor's robe, exuding a scholarly aura. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. A gentle breeze swayed the willow branches, and his bachelor's robe also swayed with 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 when she saw the man with the flat head suddenly lower 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 about to do. She rushed forward and grabbed him before he jumped. She looked like a weak woman, but she was a level 50 quasi-Soul King 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? Perhaps I can help you solve your problems. There is nothing in life that cannot be overcome. Life is precious. Why seek death?"

"Do you really want to hear my story?" asked the man with the flat head.

"Of course, if you are willing to speak, I will be your listener," said Bibi Dong.

"Thank you." The guy with the flat head began to tell his story in a hoarse voice.

"I was born into a large sect. Everyone in the small sect had high expectations of me. However, I didn't expect that my martial soul would undergo a malignant mutation when it awakened. I should have awakened a powerful martial soul, but it mutated into a weak one instead. 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 crew-haired man shook his head, his eyes blazing with light. He suddenly stood up and said solemnly, "No, I will never bow to fate. What if my martial soul mutates malignantly? What if my innate soul power is at level 0.5? What if I suffer the bullying and ridicule of my family? I firmly believe that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. I will not give up. I will practice hard. If my talent is not enough, I will put in more effort than ordinary people to practice. If a hundred times the effort is not enough, then I will put in two hundred times the effort. One day, I will tell my indifferent father and the indifferent sect that even if my martial soul is useless, I can still make a name for myself."

When it came to the emotional part, the short-haired man 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 was a great soul master of level 29, while he was only at level 0.5 of the innate soul. It was difficult to find someone in the entire continent who could cultivate his innate soul power to this level.

What's even more shocking is that when Bibi Dong was trying to stop the little flat-head from jumping into the lake, she found out about Yu Xiaogang's bone age. He was even one year younger than her, and he cultivated all the way to level 29 despite the debuff of 0.5 level of innate soul power.

Bibi Dong remembered what the bald man had just said. If I don't have enough talent, I will put in more effort than ordinary people to practice. If a hundred times the effort is not enough, then I will put in two hundred times the effort. What he said is 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.

(End of this chapter)