Just the critique of his theories alone was enough to send Gangzi into a raging fury, his heart nearly exploding—and that still wasn't the end of it.
Next came the third part.
Tang San began describing his experiences at Shrek Academy, writing with vivid detail. Even through the paper, one could feel boundless rage and the protagonist's utter despair.
The environment was unimaginably trashy—located in some broken little village. The dormitories were wooden shacks, classrooms were open-air fields, and the cafeteria served nothing but plain porridge and pickled vegetables. Classes consisted of nothing but fighting at the Soul Fighting Arena.
The only thing the academy's headmaster was good at was bragging—boasting about having taught the youngest Spirit Hall elder, graduates becoming imperial barons straight out of school, and claiming his teaching philosophy was unparalleled in the world, and so on.
In stark contrast were the equally unimaginable enrollment standards.
Students had to be under thirteen years old, possess enormous martial soul potential, show excellent long-term development, and have outstanding combat ability—each requirement more outrageous than the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Royal Academies combined, or even Spirit Hall Academy.
The final results were unexpected, yet completely reasonable.
Out of over forty top-tier geniuses, more than two-thirds were taught to death. Most of those who survived were left nearly crippled.
And who was responsible for such glorious "achievements"?
The answer was Gangzi's longtime close friend—Four-Eyed Owl, Flander.
After a brief introduction, the real bombshell arrived.
After Nangong Lingyun publicly exposed the so-called "Monster Academy," Flander personally admitted to him in private that it was an auxiliary institution established by the Clear Sky Sect, specifically designed to sabotage commoner geniuses, prevent the emergence of a second Tang Chen, and protect the sect's status from being threatened.
Those words hit Gangzi like a lightning strike.
His entire body jolted as if struck with a cudgel. His face drained of all color, fury instantly replaced by terror. He collapsed onto the ground, unable to regain his senses for a long time.
Pure theoretical mistakes could be explained away as stupidity, incompetence, or lack of ability.
But deliberately sabotaging non-clan disciples—and even spreading it openly?
That would nail him to the Pillar of Shame forever.
The entire Spirit Master world would hunt him down. He would have nowhere to stand.
One day, while walking down the street, he might be stabbed from behind.
"It's over… it's really over…
What should I do?
What am I supposed to do?
Right—Dong'er! I still have Dong'er!
She'll help me—no, she definitely will."
Gangzi's thoughts spiraled into despair, his mind repeating the words endlessly.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, his complexion becoming unnaturally energized.
The reason he had chosen to come to Spirit City was not without deeper thoughts.
He had always harbored a vague plan in his heart.
It was only because he feared that she might have changed her mind—or formed opinions due to news from Heaven Dou City—that rushing over recklessly would be no different from throwing himself into a trap.
But now, there were no other options.
Even with a ninety percent chance of failure, he had to go all in and bet everything.
Gangzi didn't even eat breakfast. He didn't have time to read the rest of the newspaper.
He quickly changed into a loose, hooded robe, covered his face tightly with a mask, and rushed out the door.
Sprinting all the way, and relying on the Papal Decree Tang Hao had left behind, he passed through unhindered.
In just ten minutes, he arrived at the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong sat upon the golden throne, her expression cold and grim. A trace of confusion flashed through her eyes, quickly replaced by sharp severity as she spoke in an icy voice:
"Why are you here?"
Below the throne, Gangzi failed to notice the fleeting change in her expression.
Staring at that beautiful face that seemed unchanged from years ago, he felt a moment of surprise, then took a deep breath.
Silently encouraging himself—if he performed well, the rest of his life would be filled with wealth and glory. If he failed, he'd die on the spot. There could be no mistakes.
Recalling Bibi Dong's personality and the methods he once used to control her, he decided that politeness wouldn't work.
He clasped his hands behind his back, straightened his posture, lifted his chin high, and adopted the look and gaze of some great figure—arrogant, with a hint of disdain.
"You've read today's newspaper, right?"
"Yes."
Bibi Dong replied calmly.
At some point, much of the coldness and authority had faded from her face, replaced instead by extreme calm—without the slightest ripple.
This finally made Gangzi realize that something was wrong.
Under normal circumstances, with her lover being slandered like this, shouldn't she have rushed forward to help him make excuses and curse those defaming him?
In the past, his identity as a Martial Soul Theory Master and his Ten Core Competencies had been questioned before.
Yet even Spirit Hall's upper ranks—including Qian Xunji—had tried to persuade him to the point of doubting their own lives, without any effect.
This time the blow was heavy, but as long as she still had feelings for him, everything could be salvaged. Excuses could always be found.
So why was there no reaction at all?
A faint unease rose in Gangzi's heart, but he continued acting.
"Since you've read it, what do you think about the evaluation of my actions and the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls?"
"Read it with my eyes.
Read it while sitting on the Papal Throne.
Read it while eating breakfast."
"You—!"
Gangzi's expression froze, disbelief written all over his face.
She actually dared to brush off such a serious and crucial matter so casually?
Tang San had utterly destroyed his reputation in the paper.
Was this really the same innocent, cute, kind-hearted Bibi Dong from before?
Under normal circumstances, he would have stormed out immediately—unless she offered a solemn apology and promised never to repeat it.
But today, stepping outside meant death.
As the newspaper spread further, more and more people would want him dead.
Gangzi hesitated.
Should he continue trying to control Bibi Dong?
Or should he change tactics, kneel down, beg for mercy, and ask her to spare his life?
After half a second of hesitation, he made his decision.
Continue controlling her.
The reason was simple.
If Bibi Dong still had feelings for him, then after all that had happened, after more than twenty years of unchanged emotions, everything could still return to how it once was.
But if she didn't—
Then even kneeling and begging would be useless.
The outcome would still be death.
With his plan decided, Gangzi's expression instantly turned ugly, as if by magic—shock and rage mixed with intense disbelief.
His right hand slashed violently through the air. His right foot stomped down hard. Even as the solid floor sent pain shooting through his sole, his expression didn't change.
"Bibi Dong, you truly disappoint me.
I never imagined that after twenty years, you would become such a cold and heartless woman.
I was stabbed in the back by my own disciple, plotted against by Nangong Lingyun, publicly questioned in newspapers about the proudest Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls—and you show no reaction at all?
Where is that once innocent, naïve, kind-hearted Bibi Dong?
Answer me."
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