Douluo Continent Villain Simulator: Persecuting Qian Renxue at the Start

Chapter 8 First Encounter with Bibi Dong

Yu Xiaogang.

He comes from an extraordinary background; he is the son of the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, one of the three upper sects.

However, his martial soul mutated malignantly, and his innate soul power was only level 0.5. Moreover, most of the elders in his clan were arrogant and extreme, which caused him to suffer ridicule in his childhood, shaping his seemingly proud but actually self-deprecating personality.

He has average talent in cultivation, average intelligence, average character, and is ambitious but weak-willed.

Lacking great wisdom but possessing some cleverness, he knew how to utilize resources and, through the opportunity of going to the Spirit Hall, met the Holy Maiden Bibi Dong.

He compiled and summarized various knowledge from the Spirit Hall, and then published it, earning him the title of "Master," but he was still not recognized by the world.

As for the series of events that happened with Liu Erlong later, there's no need to consider them further. At that time, Yu Xiaogang was actually different from the person Bibi Dong liked back then.

Su Cheng tapped his fingers lightly on the table, lost in thought.

He needed to find the right balance so that Bibi Dong would see the shadow of Yu Xiaogang in him, but he couldn't see himself as a second Yu Xiaogang.

Bibi Dong, this crazy woman, can be said to have lived her whole life for Yu Xiaogang, which is just outrageous.

If one were to perfectly replicate everything except for appearance, the situation would likely spiral out of control.

What if that crazy woman has a mental breakdown and feels that her existence tarnishes her first love's uniqueness, so she kills herself? Who can she complain to?

Gaining some trust and goodwill is enough.

So, what's the difference?

Yu Xiaogang's arrogance is only superficial; his strength is a facade.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have given up on Bibi Dong so easily, nor would he have abandoned Liu Erlong directly.

Similarly, they wouldn't feel comfortable using the knowledge they gained from their first love to package themselves as a theoretical master.

They would never be so humble when facing their family.

He was essentially an extremely insecure person who spent his entire life trying to prove himself.

Unfortunately, he lacked real talent and knowledge. His theories were plagiarized, and the disciples he found were chosen ones, completely contradicting his statement that "there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

Aside from being good at seducing women, he's good for nothing else.

Su Cheng, however, is different.

Even if he didn't rely on theory to become famous, if it weren't for the need to destroy the Spirit Hall, with his current medical skills, even with his pitiful innate soul power of only 0.5, breaking through to the Title Douluo realm would not have been difficult at all.

"What a pity, he only reached the title of Douluo." Thinking of this, Su Cheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Human resources are sometimes limited.

If he could, he would prefer to use force to suppress others rather than resort to such schemes and plots.

However, over the years, his research into medicine has reached an incredible level, and he has come to understand more and more that the barriers of talent have locked in the upper limit.

In this world, if we only consider martial prowess, martial spirit truly determines the upper limit.

Unless he can obtain various cheat-level resources that can improve his bloodline, like Tang San, and have the support of two gods behind him.

However, that depends on luck, and Su Cheng obviously can't rely on chance.

After adjusting his mindset and emotions, Su Cheng quickly immersed himself in the portrait that resembled Yu Xiaogang that he had prepared in advance.

Not long after, a calm and authoritative female voice rang out from outside the door, "You all stay outside and wait. No one is allowed to disturb us without my order."

The tall archway opened, and a woman who amazed him walked in.

She was not tall, and wore a magnificent black robe with gold trim, a nine-curved purple-gold crown, and held a papal scepter.

With her fair skin and near-perfect face, she could easily be called a goddess.

In particular, the noble aura she exudes makes people want to worship her.

It is the current Pope, Bibidon.

Although she looks only about twenty years old, seemingly the same age as Su Cheng, she is actually nearly thirty.

Su Cheng put down his teacup, silently rose, bowed slightly, and calmly said, "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong didn't speak, but silently observed him.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was really conflicted about whether to meet this person. Her feelings were complicated, and she couldn't tell whether she was looking forward to it or feeling anxious.

"So alike, so very alike..." she murmured to herself.

They also came from distinguished backgrounds.

Both possessed innate soul power of level 0.5, yet they were ridiculed by their fellow disciples and remained all alone.

Even though he was also known as a "master" by the world, he achieved remarkable success with his extraordinary wisdom, which even titled Douluo had to admire.

Looking back now, he was just as proud and aloof as ever, showing neither fear nor obsequiousness even when facing his own Pope.

After a moment, she let out a mocking laugh, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Ha, what a boastful tone, what a grand ambition."

Bibi Dong instinctively wanted to say something sarcastic to him.

Actually, I don't really dislike that statement.

This is the difference between the Spirit Hall and the Imperial Nobles.

After all, even Bibi Dong, the current pope, was an orphan.

"That's not my saying, it's a quote I heard when I was a child," Su Cheng said calmly. "Of course, I think it's a very good quote, which is why I wrote it in a book."

Bibi Dong paused for a moment, feeling a little awkward, but didn't delve into it. Instead, she asked, "Your biological father is Wufengjian Su Shan, isn't he?"

"Yes." It wasn't unexpected for Su Cheng to find out this. "The person who killed him was Qian Xunji, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall."

"Don't you want to avenge him?"

"Of course I want to, but Qian Xunji is already dead."

Bibi Dong fell silent upon hearing this, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

"Would you like to join the Spirit Hall?" Sensing that something was wrong with her condition, Bibi Dong simply extended an olive branch.

"The Spirit Hall can give you a chance to prove yourself and take back everything you've lost from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Having said that, she seemed to shake off her earlier strange mood. "You're amazing. Your theory is groundbreaking, and countless people have benefited from it."

Su Cheng laughed upon hearing this and shook his head.

"It's nothing special, just a cultivation failure's self-redemption."

"Your Holiness, your talent is extraordinary, I admire it greatly."

"If I could, I would prefer to inherit the Bladeless Sword, but unfortunately, talent is such an unreasonable thing."

"However, everyone can still have some other strengths. There may be geniuses in the world, but there are no absolute failures. When all else fails, there are always other options and paths to take."

"But to me, it's nothing. My theories can help countless people, but they can't help myself."

"On the contrary, the deeper I delve into my research, the clearer I become about my own limitations."

He spoke these words casually, as if he really didn't take those praises seriously.

A hint of confusion flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

It shouldn't be like this.

Why is it that after achieving such success, the success that everyone dreams of, the success that is recognized by the world, one looks down on the power of theory and doesn't think of oneself as unique?

Why do I say that?

On what grounds do you say that!

(End of this chapter)