Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

The previous few were merely appetizers.

The real main event, naturally, had to be reserved for the "Grandmaster of Theory," Yu Xiaogang, who was famous throughout the Spirit Master’s world.

This man’s lifelong obsession was nothing more than that set of fame-seeking Spirit theories and his prized Personal Disciple, Tang San.

Trapped in a cage of self-deception for a lifetime, parading around with half-baked fragments and broken Chapters to swindle others—did he truly believe himself to be the founding ancestor of Spirit theory?

Since he cared most about these two things, then those two things would be used to deliver the most heart-wrenching blow.

In Yu Xiaogang’s room, the candlelight had long since burned out.

He lay on the bed, his breathing rapid and his face as pale as paper.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and his entire body was sunk into the bedding, as if pressed against the edge of an abyss by an invisible hand.

Inside the illusion.

It was the familiar training ground of Shrek Academy.

Warm sunlight spread across the ground, casting two long shadows.

Yu Xiaogang stood at one end of the training ground, his gaze falling on the figure opposite him, his heart tightening for no reason.

That was Tang San, the Disciple into whom he had poured all his heart and soul, treating him as his own son.

At this moment, Tang San’s eyes were dark and sinister, and his face held none of his usual submissiveness or modesty.

The aura surrounding him was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old chilling jade, and his fingers gripped a sharp dagger.

The blade’s edge glinted with a bone-chilling light under the sun as he walked toward Yu Xiaogang step by step.

"Teacher, you have lied to me for so many years."

Tang San’s voice fell without a trace of warmth, piercing into Yu Xiaogang’s chest like an icicle.

Yu Xiaogang’s knuckles turned white from gripping his fingers, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably.

It felt as if an invisible hand was ruthlessly squeezing his chest, making even breathing difficult.

He had never seen Tang San look like this, nor had he ever heard Tang San speak to him in such a bone-chilling tone.

Tang San was his greatest lifelong pride, the sole practitioner of his Spirit theories.

Even more so, he was the only source of confidence that allowed Yu Xiaogang to stand tall after enduring a lifetime of cold eyes and ridicule.

His throat moved as his voice trembled, and even his stance was unsteady: "Little San! What... what nonsense are you talking about? When has Teacher ever lied to you?"

Yet, an uncontrollable wave of panic rose in his heart.

In countless days and nights, scenes of him explaining theories to Tang San surged in his mind.

Could it be... could there really have been a mistake somewhere?

"Your Ten Core Competencies of Spirits are all wrong. It is you who has harmed me for all these years."

Tang San’s pace did not falter for a second. The dagger spun nimbly in his fingers, his tone thick with an inescapable mockery.

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Yu Xiaogang’s mind, leaving him dizzy and his ears ringing.

The Ten Core Competencies of Spirits were the foundation that allowed him to hold a place in the Spirit Master’s world, even though his Spirit had suffered an Innate mutation and his cultivation had stagnated for decades.

He had always been certain that this set of theories was flawless, a ladder that would help Tang San reach the Peak of Spirit Masters.

Now Tang San was saying they were all wrong? And that he had been harmed for so many years?

"No! Little San! It’s not like that!"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head desperately, trying to step forward and grab Tang San’s arm to explain everything clearly.

"This set of theories has been verified through countless deductions. How could it be wrong? Listen to me explain in detail..."

His voice carried an urgency that was almost pleading.

These theories were his lifeblood, the only pillar of his existence.

He could not accept that his lifelong work was being completely rejected by the Disciple he valued most.

"Explain? Even now, you still want to keep lying to me?"

Tang San interrupted him directly, the coldness in his eyes growing heavier.

"If it weren’t for your bullshit theories, I wouldn’t have taken so many detours, wasted so much talent, and certainly wouldn’t have ended up like this today!"

"Yu Xiaogang, you are not fit to be my teacher at all!"

Every word was like a poisoned dagger, ruthlessly stabbing into Yu Xiaogang’s heart.

He staggered back, his feet stumbling, nearly falling to the ground.

At that moment, the scene in the illusion changed abruptly.

At the edge of the training ground, two figures slowly emerged.

Bibi Dong wore her magnificent Supreme Pontiff robes, the golden patterns shimmering in the sunlight.

The corners of her lips curled into a biting sneer, her voice carrying on the wind, every word striking his soul.

"Yu Xiaogang, is this the great Disciple you’ve taught?"

"Your whole life has truly been a failure. Even your own Disciple has turned against you. It’s utterly pathetic."

"I must have been blind back then to have fallen for a self-deceiving waste like you."

Yu Xiaogang’s body suddenly stiffened, and a metallic taste of blood rose in his throat.

Bibi Dong was the deepest obsession in his heart and the greatest regret of his life.

Immediately after, Liu Erlong’s voice also rang out.

She stood beside Bibi Dong, her face devoid of its usual fiery tenderness, leaving only bone-deep disappointment.

The way she looked at him was like looking at a complete stranger.

"Yu Xiaogang, I always thought your theories were right and supported you without reservation."

"I didn’t expect... you lied to everyone, and you lied to me. The things you studied your whole life aren’t even yours. What have you been doing with your life?"

The two women he loved to his very core—one mocking him to the extreme, the other filled with disappointment.

"No!"

Yu Xiaogang’s entire body was shaking uncontrollably.

Not because of fear, but because of a despair that reached his marrow.

Throughout his life, because his Spirit had suffered an Innate degradation and mutation, he had been cast out by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and treated with coldness by his peers in the Spirit Master’s world, enduring endless exclusion and ridicule.

The only thing that sustained him was his Spirit theory and his current Disciple, Tang San.

Now, his proudest Disciple had told him personally that his theories were all wrong and had harmed him for years.

The two women he had loved his whole life—one called him a waste, and the other was completely disappointed in him.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to say something more, but Tang San had already walked up to him.

The dagger was raised, letting out a sharp whistle as it cut through the air, ruthlessly stabbing into his heart.

Warm blood sprayed out, staining his vision red.

That suffocating pain was terrifyingly real. "..."

He could clearly perceive his life force dissipating bit by bit along with the flowing blood.

His gaze fell upon Tang San’s eyes.

Those cold eyes filled with killing intent were exactly the same as the gaze Tang San had given him during the day after being provoked by Lin Qingmo.

So... so he had already harbored resentment toward me?

So my entire life really is just a total joke?

The theories I spent a lifetime researching are all castles in the air, a laughingstock.

The Disciple I taught for so many years ended up personally stabbing a dagger into my heart.

The people I loved for a lifetime are all utterly disappointed in me.

Boundless despair and pain were like a dense, airtight net, wrapping him tightly.

Not even a sliver of room to breathe was left.

"Hah!!!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly bolted upright from the bed, gasping for air in large gulps.

Cold sweat soaked his inner garments through, and the heart in his chest pounded frantically, almost bursting through the constraints of his ribs.

He subconsciously pressed his hand against his chest, where a faint pain still lingered.

Everything in the illusion was as real as if it had just happened.

He turned his head to look out the window.

The horizon was already turning pale; dawn was coming soon.

(End of Chapter)

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