More than a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During that time, the fame of the Dragon Emperor Team spread throughout Spirit City and even beyond. Their reputation grew with every battle, becoming one of the most discussed topics among spirit masters and ordinary spectators alike.
At the center of that attention were two extraordinary young talents.
One was Bibi Dong, the Pope's disciple and the pride of Spirit Hall.
The other was Yu Xiaogang, the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan whose first two spirit rings had both shocked the entire continent by being thousand-year spirit rings.
The combination of these two prodigies created a sensation wherever they appeared.
Every time the Dragon Emperor Team entered the Great Spirit Arena, the audience seats would be packed long before the match began. Tickets sold out instantly, and countless spectators fought for the chance to witness their battles firsthand.
The Great Spirit Arena naturally took advantage of the opportunity.
To increase publicity and attract even larger crowds, they began releasing information regarding the members of the Dragon Emperor Team, especially Yu Xiaogang.
Soon, his story spread everywhere.
People learned that he was the youngest son of Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the prestigious Upper Three Sects.
They also learned of the unfortunate circumstances surrounding his birth.
For the first five years of his life, Yu Xiaogang had been considered slow-witted and mentally impaired. Many within the clan had quietly regarded him as a disappointment.
Yet after turning five years old, everything changed.
Not only had he suddenly returned to normal, but he had awakened a completely unprecedented martial spirit.
Unfortunately, fate seemed unwilling to give him everything.
Despite possessing a unique martial spirit, he was born with only Rank One Innate Spirit Power.
According to common sense, that should have been the end of his journey.
A spirit master with such low innate talent was destined to remain mediocre for life.
Yet Yu Xiaogang had shattered that belief.
His first spirit ring was a thousand-year spirit ring.
His second spirit ring was also a thousand-year spirit ring.
His actual combat power far exceeded the rank he displayed.
Again and again, he defeated opponents who should have been stronger than him.
Every victory felt like a slap to conventional wisdom.
Every battle seemed to challenge the very rules of the spirit master world.
As the news spread, countless people began looking at Yu Xiaogang with admiration, excitement, and even obsession.
Because his existence represented something many had never dared to hope for.
Possibility.
Before Yu Xiaogang appeared, low innate spirit power was practically a death sentence.
Those born with poor talent could only watch helplessly as the truly gifted rose above them.
No matter how hard they worked, the gap between them and geniuses with Full Innate Spirit Power seemed impossible to cross.
But Yu Xiaogang had changed everything.
Even if his success depended heavily on the support of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the guidance of Thunder Douluo, he had still proven one thing.
Low talent did not necessarily mean no future.
For countless ordinary spirit masters, that realization was revolutionary.
And for wealthy families lacking powerful spirit masters, it was nothing short of salvation.
Unfortunately for Yu Xiaogang, that newfound hope brought him endless trouble.
"Young Master Xiaogang!"
A richly dressed middle-aged man rushed forward the moment Yu Xiaogang stepped out of the Great Spirit Arena.
The man's luxurious clothing and expensive accessories made it obvious that he possessed enormous wealth.
Yet his expression was filled with desperation.
"Please, help my son!"
"I am willing to give ninety percent of my family's fortune in exchange for your cultivation method!"
The man nearly knelt on the spot.
"I don't even need the method itself!"
"Just point him in the right direction."
"My son only has Rank Two Innate Spirit Power."
"I don't expect him to become a monster like you."
"Just help him become a normal spirit master!"
"Please!"
"He's my only son."
The man's voice trembled.
His eyes were filled with pleading.
Before Yu Xiaogang could answer, several others rushed forward.
"Young Master Xiaogang, I can pay even more!"
"My daughter also has low innate spirit power!"
"Please help us!"
"My family owns three mines. They're yours if you can guide my grandson!"
The crowd quickly became chaotic.
One desperate plea after another echoed through the street.
Some offered money.
Some offered rare treasures.
Some even offered family businesses.
All of them hoped to obtain the secret behind Yu Xiaogang's success.
Looking at the increasingly excited crowd, Yu Xiaogang felt a headache coming.
"I've explained this many times already."
His voice carried obvious helplessness.
"The reason I reached this point is because of my clan's support."
"Do you really think such an important secret would be freely shared with me?"
The crowd immediately quieted.
But their eyes remained hopeful.
Yu Xiaogang sighed.
"Please stop looking for me."
"You want to become stronger."
"So do I."
"If I truly knew some miraculous shortcut, do you think I'd keep struggling every day?"
Despite his explanation, many people remained unconvinced.
After all, in their eyes, Yu Xiaogang himself was living proof that miracles existed.
It took considerable effort before he finally escaped from the crowd.
By the time he squeezed his way free, he felt more exhausted than after an entire day of fighting.
Ahead of him, Bibi Dong was already waiting.
The moment she saw his miserable expression, she burst into laughter.
"So?"
"How does it feel to be chased around like that every day?"
Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Clearly, she had enjoyed the entire spectacle.
Over the past month, the relationship between the two had grown considerably closer.
Countless battles and daily interactions had allowed them to understand one another thoroughly.
Bibi Dong genuinely considered Yu Xiaogang a friend.
His talent was extraordinary.
His personality was easygoing.
His way of handling problems was mature beyond his years.
Most importantly, unlike many others, he never treated her differently because of her martial spirit.
That alone made him unique in her eyes.
Yu Xiaogang rubbed his forehead.
"I should never have allowed the Great Spirit Arena to release my information."
He sighed deeply.
"One wrong move and everything falls apart."
"Now those people follow me everywhere."
"If they weren't prohibited from entering the academy, I wouldn't be surprised to find them camping outside my dormitory."
The memory made him shiver.
The first few days after his information had been published had been particularly terrifying.
Everywhere he went, people surrounded him.
Some begged.
Some offered money.
Others attempted to establish personal connections.
For a while, Yu Xiaogang had seriously considered avoiding the Great Spirit Arena entirely.
Bibi Dong laughed again.
"I understand exactly how you feel."
"When I first arrived here, many people approached me as well."
"Though admittedly, my situation wasn't nearly as bad as yours."
She crossed her arms.
"They wanted to befriend me because I'm a genius."
"But you're different."
"You represent hope."
The smile on her face gradually disappeared.
Her expression became serious.
"Hope can make people do foolish things."
"Especially desperate people."
"This world never lacks individuals willing to risk everything."
Yu Xiaogang nodded.
"I know."
"But I'm not completely defenseless."
His confidence wasn't baseless.
His father had secretly arranged for Spirit Douluo Lin Lang to protect him.
As long as Lin Lang remained nearby, most threats weren't worth worrying about.
Still, Yu Xiaogang wasn't arrogant enough to rely solely on others.
True safety could only come from one's own strength.
As they walked through the streets, his thoughts gradually shifted toward cultivation.
"My first spirit ability excels at offense."
"My second spirit ability focuses on control."
"Perhaps my third spirit ring should provide defensive capabilities."
He began carefully considering possible spirit beasts.
A balanced skill set would significantly improve his overall combat effectiveness.
Lost in thought, he continued discussing battle tactics with Bibi Dong.
Years of practice had given him the ability to split his attention between multiple tasks.
Though there were limits, it was more than sufficient for ordinary conversations.
Suddenly, both he and Bibi Dong paused.
For only a fraction of a second.
Then they continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Neither looked back.
Neither changed their expression.
Yet both had clearly sensed something.
Someone was following them.
Bibi Dong's lips curved upward slightly.
Instead of concern, excitement appeared in her eyes.
Yu Xiaogang immediately understood.
Without exchanging a single word, the two changed direction and headed toward a quieter part of Spirit City.
A place far less crowded than the main streets.
Behind them, several hidden figures immediately became excited.
"Heaven is helping us."
One of them grinned.
"I was wondering how to lure them somewhere isolated."
"And now they're doing it themselves."
The man's eyes gleamed with greed.
"That secret technique for obtaining thousand-year spirit rings is destined to become ours."
Another hesitated.
"But Boss..."
"The girl beside him is the Pope's disciple."
"What if she interferes?"
The leader snorted coldly.
"You think Spirit Hall and the Upper Three Sects are friends?"
"They may look friendly on the surface, but when real danger appears, she'll abandon him immediately."
The subordinate still looked uncertain.
"But what if she doesn't?"
The leader's gaze turned ruthless.
"Then we eliminate her too."
"If you're afraid, get out now."
"Wealth and power belong to those willing to take risks."
The others immediately fell silent.
Greed gradually overcame their fear.
Once Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong moved farther away, the group quickly followed.
None of them noticed another figure observing everything from an even greater distance.
The hidden observer clicked his tongue.
"What a group of idiots."
"They actually dare target the son of Thunder Douluo and the Pope's disciple at the same time."
"These fools truly don't know how to write the word 'death.'"
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