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Yu Xiaogang carefully straightened his self-proclaimed "scholarly" robes, took a deep breath, and stepped into Spirit City.
Sunlight poured down upon the continent's center of power, gilding the towering buildings with a majestic golden glow.
"Dong'er, I'm here."
He murmured softly, his tone full of certainty—no, confidence.
Because in his heart, Bibi Dong must still be waiting for him.
He believed it firmly.
He was the man she could never forget.
The most brilliant figure of her youth.
Her eternal regret.
Even if she now sat at the highest throne, even if she had become the unparalleled Supreme Pontiff—
there must still be a corner in her heart reserved solely for him.
As for the legendary "Feng Ran Pavilion"…
A knowing smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.
In his mind, all of this was simply—
A love letter.
A ceremonial invitation prepared by Bibi Dong herself.
A grand display to welcome him back.
What evolving spirits?
What talent enhancement?
In his eyes, there was only one explanation:
—She was showing him her power.
She was telling him:
"I can help you break through that level-29 curse."
"I am still willing to devote myself to you."
Naturally—
She still cared for him.
Yu Xiaogang's self-confidence inflated like a balloon.
His steps became lighter.
His expression grew loftier.
The streets of Spirit City bustled with Spirit Masters, each radiating an aura stronger than anything in Nuoding City.
But Yu Xiaogang didn't place a single one of them in his eyes.
—After all, he was the Supreme Pontiff's former lover.
He casually stopped a squad of patrolling Spirit Master guards.
His chin lifted slightly.
His tone dripping with arrogance.
"Where is Feng Ran Pavilion?"
The captain froze.
Saw an unfamiliar, zombie-like face.
Saw shabby clothes.
Felt spirit power that was so weak it was almost laughable.
This man was old already—barely level 30.
Yet his attitude… was as if he owned the city.
"Who are you?" the captain demanded coldly.
"What business do you have with that place?"
Feng Ran Pavilion.
The most sacred location in Spirit City.
A holy ground where even the Worship Hall elders queued respectfully.
And this weakling had called its name so casually?
With this tone?
Where did he get such courage?
Yu Xiaogang ignored the captain's vigilance.
He spoke lightly, as if bestowing charity:
"Yu Xiaogang."
He expected gasps.
Shock.
Admiration.
However…
The captain frowned.
Turned around.
Asked his men, "Ever heard of this guy?"
All the guards exchanged looks.
Then—simultaneously shook their heads.
"No."
"Never heard of him."
"Doesn't look like anyone important."
"Look at him—weak spirit power, shabby clothes… how could he be anyone famous?"
Their voices weren't loud.
But they were loud enough.
Yu Xiaogang's proud expression froze.
Never… heard of him?
Impossible!
He was the Grandmaster of spirit theory!
The genius of the ten core principles!
A pioneer whose ideas shaped the world!
—In his own mind, at least.
Before he could recover, the captain's expression darkened.
So it was just a delusional fool from the mountains.
No strength.
But incredible at pretending.
Especially the arrogant way he said "Feng Ran Pavilion."
The captain's anger erupted.
"Damn it, I thought he was someone important. Turns out he's just a shameless freeloader trying to sneak into a sacred place!"
Without warning—
Bang!!!
A fist the size of a sandbag slammed into Yu Xiaogang's eye socket.
"AAAH!!!"
Yu Xiaogang screamed, vision flashing black.
A colorful bruise blossomed instantly.
He collapsed on the ground like a rag doll.
I… I got hit?
But this was just the beginning.
The captain followed up—
Boom!
A heavy kick to the stomach.
Yu Xiaogang curled up like a shrimp.
"Pah!"
A wad of spit landed on his bruised face.
The captain jabbed a finger at him and roared:
"Trash like you isn't even qualified to wash dishes in Spirit Hall's cafeteria—
and you dare approach that adult's sacred place?!"
The guards all rushed in.
"Beat this arrogant dog!"
"Yu Xiaogang? Let me stomp you until you forget your name!"
"Look at yourself! You want to step foot in the senior's restaurant? Dream on!"
Fists.
Kicks.
Stomps.
An endless barrage.
Yu Xiaogang could only hug his head, rolling on the ground, screaming like a slaughtered pig.
"Stop! Do you know who I am?!"
"I am Yu Xiaogang! I am the Supreme Pontiff's—"
Before he could finish, a boot smashed onto his face.
A few teeth flew out with blood.
His sentence ended in a wet, gurgling mumble.
"Supreme Pontiff?!"
The captain's fury ignited like gasoline.
"You dare dirty Her Excellency's name with your filthy mouth?!"
Her Excellency the Supreme Pontiff—
the greatest VIP of Feng Ran Pavilion—
the one who contributed unimaginable wealth
and received the senior's personal favor.
And this trash DARED to use her name?
Unforgivable.
"Beat him harder! I'll take full responsibility!"
The guards were delighted.
The crowd gathered.
Voices whispered:
"Who is he?"
"So bold!"
"He wanted to cause trouble at Feng Ran Pavilion? Deserved!"
"With that weak spirit power? He must be insane."
Every sentence was a needle stabbing Yu Xiaogang's dignity.
Eventually—
The guards, satisfied, dispersed.
Leaving behind only a filthy, toothless, dusty, bruised Yu Xiaogang
lying on the ground like a dead dog.
After a long while—
He staggered up, trembling.
His body hurt.
But what hurt most was his… face.
His pride.
His self-constructed identity.
He—Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang—
had been beaten on the main street like a stray dog.
Rage boiled inside him.
But he didn't blame the guards.
He blamed…
Bibi Dong.
In his twisted logic—
Everything was Bibi Dong's fault.
Fine, Bibi Dong.
Is THIS how you welcome me back?
Is THIS your so-called apology?
You can't even manage a few dogs under you?!
Letting them insult ME?!
Unforgivable!
Yu Xiaogang wiped blood from his mouth, eyes gloomy.
He must escape the stares of these commoners.
He leaned against the wall, limping into a nearby alley.
He didn't notice—
The moment he turned the corner—
the bustling street suddenly fell silent.
Utterly silent.
The passersby stared.
Their expressions were full of disbelief, horror… and absurd amusement.
One person rubbed his eyes and whispered to his friend:
"Bro… look carefully…"
"That alley he just went into…"
"…isn't that Feng Ran Pavilion?"
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