8mi Chapter 81 Golden Iron Triangle? Even my son doesn't need such an awkward nickname.
Chapter 81 Golden Iron Triangle? Even my son doesn't need such an awkward nickname.
Chapter 81 The Golden Triangle? Even my son doesn't need such an awkward nickname.
He instructed the group of boys and girls, who were acting like they were on steroids, to do one last training session before leaving the school and returning to the base.
He needs to conduct further research on the Fusion Ring, and he also needs to continue to try to develop and train the Immortal Mode.
However, since natural energy can currently only be obtained from soul bones, the synthesized immortal energy is also quite limited.
Every time he opened it, Su Chen felt an immense pang of heartache.
Training in Sage Mode is no different from burning gold soul coins; it yields hundreds of results per minute.
Those were all painstakingly obtained from other places; every piece used is one less available.
However, there's no other way. Since we've decided to go to the Star Dou Great Forest halfway through, it's best to adapt to this trump card as soon as possible.
In addition, there's the Flying Thunder God Technique, which is key to his survival.
boom!
A series of buzzing explosions echoed through the training base, and the boy began a new training session.
Meanwhile, at the Martial Soul City Academy, Yin Luo's team was also training hard.
At the Tianshui Academy's encampment, Qiu Ruolian and the girls tried out new tactics, occasionally glancing at the leaderboard with infatuated expressions.
At the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex's encampment, the long-haired youth laughed arrogantly, unleashing a torrent of thunder that shattered everything around him. Yu Tianxin, resting her chin on her hand, watched enviously from the side.
In the Star Luo Empire's encampment, a blond-haired boy and a black-haired girl gaze tenderly at each other, their soul powers merging.
Davis, standing nearby, looked disdainful but kept stealing glances at her, while Zhu Zhuyun hugged Davis's arm tightly with envy, earning his disdain but not pushing him away.
All of these events occurred in the territories of various powerful factions.
The trade in intelligence, the sale of soul tools, and even soul bones are in full swing, with undercurrents surging even more wildly.
In such a tense atmosphere, the day flew by.
There are only a few hours left before the competition officially begins.
Late at night, in Wuhun City.
Perhaps because tomorrow is the start of the official competition, the city, which has been bustling for countless days, has finally calmed down a bit.
Although it was still bustling with activity, it had become somewhat like a normal city compared to the previous few days.
Click—
In a hotel room in a small alley, a furtive figure quietly closed the door, then leaned to the side and listened intently for a moment.
Seeing that the woman inside didn't react, he breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed away.
Only when they reached the streetlights did they straighten their backs.
His face also emerged from the darkness.
It was Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang tidied his hair, smoothed out the wrinkles in his new clothes, looked at himself in the puddle by the roadside, and nodded with a smug look.
I look exactly the same as I did more than ten years ago. I'm sure Dong'er would miss me if he saw me like this.
Yu Xiaogang couldn't wait to see the incomparably beautiful Pope holding him, tears streaming down his face, and then he would comfort him, explain his difficulties, and persuade Erlong and Dong'er to live peacefully together, with one woman on each side, and reach the pinnacle of life!
That's right, that's the confidence that the name of the Golden Triangle brings him.
Just thinking about his happy life in the Spirit Hall made Yu Xiaogang feel like he could wake up laughing in his dreams.
As he walked happily toward the Spirit Hall, he didn't notice that a pair of hateful red eyes had quietly fixed on him.
"What? You won't let me in?"
Yu Xiaogang stood at the foot of the Spirit Hall mountain, frowning as he looked at the white-robed deacon in front of him.
Do you know who I am?
The white-clad butler was already feeling down because he couldn't go to the competition venue to perform his duties, and upon hearing this, he almost laughed out of anger.
"Could you perhaps be one of the worshippers?"
He wore a half-smile as he looked at the black-haired youth in front of him.
No, that's not it.
"Then you must be one of the elders?"
"It wasn't me either."
"Ah, I see, you must be one of the high-ranking consuls of the Papal Palace!"
"This should have been considered before."
Yu Xiaogang stammered, somewhat embarrassed.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems I don't really have any official status?
"Hmm, you're neither this nor that. So why should I know who you are?"
The white-robed deacon's voice suddenly rose several octaves as he pointed to the sign in front of him, "Read the words on this for me!"
Reception hours are from 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM.
Startled, Yu Xiaogang subconsciously read it aloud.
"Didn't you even look at what time it is? Don't other people need to rest?!"
The white-robed steward glared at Yu Xiaogang, ignored him, and returned to his seat.
Yu Xiaogang: ? ? ?
He stared blankly at the sign; he didn't remember ever having this before.
What's with these reception hours? When did the Spirit Hall start offering this kind of service?
"Hmph, you can tell you're from out of town. I heard this was His Highness's idea, that getting closer to the people can enhance cohesion and affinity."
The white-robed deacon glanced at the dumbfounded Yu Xiaogang, "But we don't understand this mysterious thing. We only know that with this rule, we can see His Holiness the Pope every day."
"I never knew before that our new Pope was such a good person—powerful, beautiful, gentle, and humble, even personally guiding us common folk on cultivation issues."
A hopeful smile appeared on his face.
"Serving such a Pope would be worth dying for."
Wait, wait, wait!!!
What are these things?
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's mind went blank.
Being strong and beautiful is fine, but what's with the "gentle and humble" part?
How could he not know what kind of personality Bibi Dong has?
Also, where did the Holy Son come from? How come I have no idea about him?
Has the Spirit Hall changed so much since I left?
He shook his head, interrupting the white-robed butler who was lost in thought, and said seriously.
"I am Yu Xiaogang."
However, the expected scene of the other party being surprised and respectfully letting them pass did not occur.
Instead, they were met with a pair of puzzled looks.
Who is Yu Xiaogang?
The white-robed butler thought for a long time but still couldn't remember who this was.
"The foremost theorist in the world of martial spirits, a master!"
Yu Xiaogang immediately panicked. He grabbed the white-robed deacon, "Do you even know who the 'wisdom corner' of the Golden Iron Triangle is?!"
"Never heard of it. Ugh, aren't you annoying? I already told you to come back tomorrow morning, someone will take care of you."
The white-robed deacon impatiently shook him off and muttered as he walked away, "These days, anyone can be called a master. The Golden Iron Triangle, the Corner of Wisdom, how childish! Even my son doesn't have such an awkward nickname."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.
He opened his mouth, then suddenly remembered something, pulled a plaque from his clothes, and took two quick steps forward. Just as he was about to speak, a hand grabbed his hand.
"There's no need to take this out, Mr. Yu."
A clear, youthful voice came from behind him. Yu Xiaogang turned around in surprise and saw a young boy and girl walking slowly towards him.
The blonde girl was stunningly beautiful, her eyes scrutinizing Yu Xiaogang.
The boy looked slightly younger, his silver hair shimmering in the moonlight, and his dark eyes held a strange smile.
"I'll take you up there."
(End of this chapter)