When Wu Ning handed over the paper with a face full of disdain, Bibi Dong's expression turned slightly awkward.
If even Elder Wu Ning showed such contempt, Bibi Dong didn't need to guess—it had to be Yu Xiaogang's paper.
She still believed in Yu Xiaogang's knowledge and refused to believe he was any worse than people like Xiao Yan. So she decided to give his paper a look.
"'On the Optimal Soul Rings for Food-type Soul Masters.' Hmm, the title sounds okay,"
Bibi Dong smiled faintly. Indeed, Xiaogang still has wisdom… even though all his papers in the past few months were rejected.
"Your Holiness, what's okay about it?" Wu Ning sneered. "Most of the data in this paper is from our Spirit Hall's records. It's basically just a recycled paper."
"And he plagiarized many of Xiao Yan's theories!"
"I strongly recommend we stop accepting any of Yu Xiaogang's submissions to avoid wasting our resources. He should be permanently disqualified."
Wu Ning bit the bullet and made his recommendation.
Bibi Dong was visibly embarrassed but nodded.
"Then there's no need to proactively collect Yu Xiaogang's papers anymore. Reject this one too."
Though she hadn't said anything about a permanent ban, Wu Ning still felt quite satisfied at the rejection.
"If you're so capable, write a proper high-quality paper yourself. Always piggybacking off others' theories—what's the point?"
"Yes, Your Holiness."
As Wu Ning left, a look of helplessness surfaced on Bibi Dong's face.
Yu Xiaogang had once been so scholarly. How had he fallen so far?
She had even hoped his theories could help her develop methods to purge evil thoughts, but now it seemed his ideas only worked for low-level soul masters.
With a sigh, she crushed the paper in her hand with soul power, scattering scraps across the floor.
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy's training grounds…
Yu Xiaogang was currently training Ma Hongjun and Oscar's physical endurance.
Completely unaware of the recent rejection, Yu Xiaogang still believed his latest paper would be a great hit.
To him, it was his magnum opus.
All food-type soul masters would surely be grateful for his effort.
He had even included real-case data from Oscar's first soul skill—its ability to restore stamina and soul power surpassed that of even top-tier auxiliary martial souls.
With Oscar and Ma Hongjun rapidly improving under his guidance, he grew increasingly smug.
"Even if he's the son of the Clear Sky Douluo, so what? Can he train as scientifically as me?"
Seeing their growth, he even had a bold new idea:
Let them absorb millennium-level soul rings—and reach unprecedented power.
At the same time…
In Notting City, within a secret underground base.
The once dim basement now shone brightly.
Clap clap!
Xiao Lin tapped the blackboard, where the words "Self-Condensed Soul Rings" were written.
The sudden brightness came from their newly acquired lighting tool—a soul tool light source.
After Su Yuntao got his hands on a storage soul tool, he went to the Fasno Province to attend an auction.
Su Yuntao declared, "I need a lot of money… I want to chase a girl."
Xiao Lin gave him a knowing look. Simping never ends well.
Luckily, Xiao Lin still had over 20,000 gold soul coins from Tang Hao, so he didn't need to buy much.
He asked Su Yuntao to help buy a few soul tools, while Tang San requested rare metals.
Only Xiao Wu asked for something different—local specialties and snacks.
In fact, Xiao Wu was now the richest among them—a little tycoon.
But because she had no concept of saving, spent recklessly, and was easily scammed, all her money (including soul coins looted from soul masters who'd died to the Titan Giant Ape) was now kept safely by Tang San.
Which was how Xiao Lin discovered just how rich she really was—
Over 60,000 gold soul coins! Xiao Lin couldn't imagine how long he'd need to earn that much himself.
His interest in soul tools stemmed from a single goal: to study how to self-condense a soul ring.
Both Tang San and Xiao Wu supported this.
Xiao Wu's motive was obvious.
Tang San, on the other hand, wanted to create stronger hidden weapons.
After encountering the overwhelming power of the Titan Giant Ape, he began to worry that hidden weapons might one day become obsolete.
He feared they wouldn't be strong enough to protect Xiao Wu and Xiao Lin—or to sustain Tang Sect's legacy in this world.
His dream was to make Tang Sect the strongest sect.
And soul tools that could release soul skills became his top priority.
In his past life, he'd recreated even the lost hidden weapons from vague manuals. So this time, with more resources, he had full confidence.
Even if he couldn't yet integrate soul skill effects into soul tools perfectly, he was determined to try.
"Ahem. Since you both want to study self-condensed soul rings, our new research topic will be: soul power compression and self-condensation."
"But don't slack on cultivation either—physical and mental training must continue."
After reminding them, Xiao Lin began to explain his theory.
"I'm not an expert on self-condensed rings, but I have a guess."
"First, I believe it's a circuit. You don't know what a circuit is? That's fine—I brought props."
He pulled out two wires and a small tungsten filament lightbulb (a rough version made by Tang San).
Soon, he had the wires connected to the bulb, each wire in one hand.
"Tang San, Xiao Wu, watch closely. My body is now connected to the wires and the bulb."
The two nodded seriously.
Then Xiao Lin channeled a portion of his soul power, infused with lightning, into one end of the wire.
CRACK! BOOM!
As expected, the bulb couldn't handle the power and exploded.
But just before it shattered, the lightbulb flashed brightly, letting Tang San and Xiao Wu see everything clearly.
"Brother Lin? You did it! Is that a soul tool?!"
Tang San's eyes gleamed with purple light, his gaze fixed on what just happened.
He clearly saw the lightning-infused soul power travel through the circuit and return to Xiao Lin.
"No, this is different from a standard illumination soul tool. But now you should understand what a circuit is."