Chapter 113: Oh? You Know My Story?
Heaven Dou City, Platinum Temple.
After Salas received the message from Qian Renxue's side, his head felt twice its normal size from the headache.
Strictly speaking, he was actually one of the The Pope's Palace's people, but now that little ancestor had issued such an order, leaving him at a loss for what to do.
"Reporting, Bishop, there is a buzz cut at the entrance who says he has something to ask you."
"Furthermore, that person's manner when speaking to your Subordinate was extremely arrogant..."
Already in a fit of pique, Salas became even more irritated upon hearing his Subordinate's report. "Is the Platinum Temple a place where any stray cat or dog can just walk in?"
"Am I someone just anyone can see?"
"Go, take that buzz cut you mentioned and beat him out of here!"
As Salas finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something.
Didn't the Pope previously tell him to pay special attention to someone who was also a buzz cut of the same style?
Could it be...
"Wait."
A bad premonition arose spontaneously.
Salas called out to the reporting Subordinate, asking in a serious tone, "What is that buzz cut's name? Also, does he have any token on him to prove his identity?"
The Spirit Hall Disciple who was called back was clearly stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to recall. "Bishop, that man calls himself Theoretical Master Yu Xiaogang. As for any other tokens to prove his identity, he has none."
Hearing this, Salas felt his vision go dark; it truly was a case of what one fears most coming to pass.
What was that dog-thing doing coming here for no reason?
Don't look at Salas being the Platinum Bishop of Heaven Dou City and a Soul Douluo expert with noble status; at the end of the day, he was just a higher-level worker.
Now that this trouble had arrived, there was no dodging it. He might as well go see if there was any way to send him packing.
He let out a heavy sigh, smoothed the wrinkles in his clothes, and stated that he would handle this matter himself.
Although the Subordinate didn't understand the twists and turns involved, he knew that following his superior's orders could never be wrong.
Immediately, he gave Salas a respectful bow and took his leave.
A moment later, in the hall, Salas saw the sexy buzz cut with his right hand behind his back, his left hand clenched in a fist against his chest, and his nostrils flared 45 degrees toward the sky. "Is the visitor Master Yu?"
"Oh? You know my story?"
Salas:...
An abstract and awkward expression squeezed onto his face as he said insincerely with a fake smile, "Master's great works on Martial Soul theory are widely circulated on the Douluo Continent. Naturally, I have heard of them."
"So, I wonder what guidance Master has for visiting my Spirit Hall today?"
Hearing the Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall show such a respectful manner toward him, Yu Xiaogang felt the itch of satisfaction in his heart being thoroughly scratched.
So his identity as the Theoretical Master was already known to everyone?
He had thought he would need to borrow Bibi Dong's influence, but he hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.
"Ahem, it's nothing too important."
"This Master heard that the reason the Imperial Battle Academy student Tang San's cultivation speed is so extremely fast is because he absorbed Soul Rings beyond his level, and the Soul Rings he absorbed are basically all Blue Silver Grass?"
"You also know that This Master is the Continent's Number One Theory Master. Although I was the first to propose this theory, I am also afraid that such a Genius child might go astray, so I have come specifically to inquire."
In an instant, Salas felt like he was about to burst out laughing; this was truly a shameless way of putting things.
As a Soul Douluo expert who had lived on the Douluo Continent for so many years, he had never seen such a thick-skinned and brazen person.
However, hearing that the question Yu Xiaogang asked wasn't about any Spirit Hall secrets, Salas went along with it and told Yu Xiaogang that it was indeed the case.
After all, this matter was something Bibi Dong had personally instructed him on.
Having obtained the answer he wanted, Yu Xiaogang didn't dawdle and immediately chose to turn and leave.
"Since that kid named Tang San can do it, then there will surely be no problem on Mubai's side."
He thought to himself.
Watching the man walk away, Salas hesitated for a moment but still sent the information through a secret channel to inform Qian Renxue.
By not following the Pope's wishes, he would inevitably face difficulties when he returned to Spirit City to report on his duties.
But if he didn't do as that little ancestor said now, he felt he wouldn't see tomorrow's sun.
...
Soon, when Qian Renxue received the message from Salas, she was so angry her fists were tightly clenched. "Does that damn waste really think Spirit Hall is his home?"
Although Yu Xiaogang hadn't obtained any secret information regarding Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue knew well that once such a thing happened once, it would happen again.
Immediately, she issued an order.
"Uncle Snake Lance, go send someone to give that waste a good lesson!"
"I understand, Young Lord."
If it was just simply teaching Yu Xiaogang a lesson, he could still do that.
Even if the Pope found out, she wouldn't say much to him.
...
Yu Xiaogang was currently happily preparing to return to Shrek Academy to properly polish his Eleven Core Competencies of Spirits, and while he was at it, plan the choice of the fourth Soul Ring for his good Disciple.
Maybe, under his tutelage, Dai Mubai could also achieve the feat of a Ten-Thousand-Year Fourth Ring?
When that time came, he would be able to make a name for himself again!
However, while Yu Xiaogang was still thinking beautifully...
Suddenly, a sack landed right over his head.
"Who is it?"
"How dare you lay a hand on This Master? Do you not know my status as the Continent's Number One Theory Master?"
Before Yu Xiaogang could finish his sentence, he felt waves of sharp pain.
Snake Lance Douluo came up and gave him several strikes with a club, making Yu Xiaogang howl in pain.
"Damn it, you have completely enraged me!"
In his desperation, Yu Xiaogang ignored everything else and summoned Luo San Pao, attempting to show the person who ambushed this 'old comrade' some colors.
"Oh? You still dare to resist?"
Snake Lance Douluo gave a disdainful sneer, and the speed of his club swings unconsciously quickened a bit.
He had some understanding of this waste's Martial Soul skills; if he were to be hit by those foul-smelling farts, he felt he wouldn't know how many days he'd be nauseated.
"Aaaaaah——"
Wait... stop hitting me!"
"I am from Martial Soul..."
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to pull out Bibi Dong's banner, Snake Lance Douluo struck him directly on the mouth with the club, preventing him from even finishing the words " Spirit Hall ". In the end, he could only make muffled whimpering sounds.
'Whew, that was close. I almost let this waste speak the Pope's name."
Finally, after Yu Xiaogang was beaten unconscious, Snake Lance Douluo spat irritably at the spot where he lay before flickering away back to the Eastern Palace.
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