69novels Chapter 77 Theoretical Plagiarism: The Shameful Act Behind Yu Xiaogang's Mask
Chapter 77 Theoretical Plagiarism: The Shameful Act Behind Yu Xiaogang's Mask
Chapter 77 Theoretical Plagiarism: The Shameful Act Behind Yu Xiaogang's Mask
The image slowly focused, and the gray-black mist dissipated, revealing a name that was extremely familiar to the entire Soul Master world, yet also full of controversy.
[TOP4—The Unrivaled Theoretical Master—Yu Xiaogang!]
Sunset Forest, behind Blue Tyrant Academy.
The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers beside the quiet wooden house.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong were nestled together on a bench among the flowers.
Having endured societal scrutiny and inner escapism, they have finally broken free of those mental shackles and are now enjoying this hard-won moment of tenderness.
A rare, gentle smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's perpetually stiff and bitter face. He gently held Liu Erlong's hand, preparing to recount the pain of longing he had endured over the years.
However, the dramatic change in the sky froze this heartwarming scene in an instant.
When the three large characters "Yu Xiaogang" appeared above his head, accompanied by that ironic gray-black color, Yu Xiaogang's hand trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted, and he instantly pulled it away from Liu Erlong's palm.
His face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, then turned ashen, and finally froze in a state of extreme terror and gloom.
"What is this?!" Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled, a feeling of shame like being stripped naked and thrown into the street.
"Bullshit! Absolutely bullshit!"
A furious shout shattered the silence.
Liu Erlong abruptly stood up, her entire body surging with fiery dragon energy. Her beautiful eyes widened as she pointed at the sky and cursed, "This damned sky! Is it blind?! Xiaogang is the wisest, greatest, and most talented man in the world! He's the number one theorist in the Soul Master world! How could he possibly be a hypocrite?!"
"Who is it?! Who's controlling this sky?! Show yourself if you dare, or I'll burn you alive!!"
Liu Erlong stood protectively in front of Yu Xiaogang, her chest heaving violently.
In her heart, Yu Xiaogang was perfect, a tragic hero who suffered all kinds of injustice in the world but was still full of talent.
Anyone who dares to slander Xiaogang is her mortal enemy!
However, the sky is merciless.
It did not stop the trial because of Liu Erlong's anger. Instead, it used colder and more detailed words to peel away the "master's" shiny skin layer by layer.
[A hypocrite's assessment: He lives off a woman while pretending to be one, a fraud who deceives the world and steals a reputation.]
[Criminal Charge 1: Plagiarism and Backstabbing.]
Everyone knows that the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls" are the masterpiece of a master. However, Yu Xiaogang's soul power remained low throughout his life, preventing him from entering the world of high-level soul masters. So, where did those valuable data about high-level martial souls, soul ring ages, and martial soul fusion come from?
[They all originated from the Spirit Hall!]
He exploited Bibi Dong's affection for him, recklessly accessing top-secret documents obtained by the Spirit Hall's predecessors with their blood and lives. He then slightly edited these documents, published them under the name "Yu Xiaogang," and used this to gain the empty title of "Grandmaster."
Even worse, he gained fame using the Spirit Hall's information, then turned around and took Tang San as his disciple, using those theories to cultivate the Spirit Hall's greatest enemy, intending to destroy the Spirit Hall. To eat from the bowl and then curse its master—this is unjust!
As he read these lines of text, Yu Xiaogang's body began to shake violently, and cold sweat poured down his face.
"No—no—that was my research—it was my summary—" he weakly protested, his voice growing softer and softer.
Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong looked at the sky, a desolate smile appearing on her originally indifferent face.
"Xiao Gang, Xiao Gang, you've finally been seen through by the world." She gently swirled the wine glass in her hand, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes.
"Back then, I even defied my teacher's orders to let you into the library for your sake. But what about you? Which of your theories isn't built upon the archives of my Spirit Hall?"
[Second charge: Emotionally cowardly, the ultimate example of someone who lives off a woman.]
[She kept switching back and forth between Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong.]
[Back then, due to the failure of his own martial soul mutation, he was plagued by inferiority and, facing the pressure from worldly views and Qian Xunji, chose the most cowardly way—escape. He abandoned Bibi Dong, but never thought of eloping with her or facing the world together.]
Upon meeting Liu Erlong and learning she was his cousin, he once again chose to elope, leaving a woman who deeply loved him to wait in vain for twenty years! Twenty years—the prime of a woman's youth!
He comfortably enjoyed the woman's love and devotion, but never took on the responsibilities of a man. When faced with difficulties, he always hid behind the woman or used the hypocritical excuse of "it's for your own good" to cover up his inferiority and cowardice.
"Shut up! Shut up!!"
As Liu Erlong looked at these words, tears welled up in her eyes.
Although she was cursing Tianmu, the phrase "waiting in vain for two thousand years" was like a sharp knife, stabbing the softest part of her heart.
She turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, only to find that the man was curled up on the bench, his head in his hands, not daring to even look at her.
At that moment, Liu Erlong's heart inexplicably turned cold.
[Criminal allegation three: The paradox of theory, the ultimate double standard.]
Famous quote: "There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters."
This statement sounds inspiring and motivating, but it is utterly absurd!
If this theory is true, why was Yu Xiaogang's soul power stuck at level 29 for his entire life before he met Tang San?
He boasted of his unparalleled theoretical knowledge, yet he couldn't even overcome the flaws in his own martial soul. His ultimate breakthrough to level 30 wasn't due to his theories or his hard work, but rather to a celestial herb—the Ninth-Grade Purple Ganoderma—given to him by his disciple Tang San!
Faced with absolute talent (such as the Six-Winged Angel and the Clear Sky Hammer) and abundant resources (such as immortal herbs), his theories are utterly inadequate. His so-called success story, Tang San, was, in fact, a peerless genius with twin martial souls and innate full soul power.
He used the success of a genius to cover up the ineffectiveness of his theories for ordinary Soul Masters; this is deception!
Shrek Academy.
Tang San stood on the playground, his expression shifting between anger and gloom, looking extremely grim.
Just moments ago, he was still feeling angry and doubtful because the sky seemed to imply that his father, Tang Hao, might be a hypocrite.
Now, the fire has spread directly to his most respected teacher.
"teacher----"
Tang San instinctively wanted to refute, wanting to curse Tianmu like Liu Erlong did.
However, memories of the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
The teacher's theories—indeed, rely heavily on the records of the Spirit Hall.
The teacher's breakthrough—was indeed after consuming the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma.
And that phrase "there are no useless martial souls"—if Blue Silver Grass hadn't awakened into Blue Silver Emperor, if I didn't have the Clear Sky Hammer, if I didn't have the Mysterious Heaven Skill—would I really have gotten to where I am today?
A seed called "doubt" took root and sprouted in Tang San's heart. Looking at the piercing evaluation on the sky, he felt for the first time that the tall, all-knowing teacher seemed to have become somewhat hunched and unfamiliar.
"No—a teacher for a day is a father for life. No matter what, my teacher's teachings to me are true." Tang San forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, but the firm light in his eyes had dimmed considerably.
The back mountain of Blue Tyrant Academy.
At this point, Yu Xiaogang had completely broken down.
This curtain not only exposed his past, but also tore to shreds his most prized "fig leaf"—the dignity of a master—in front of the whole world!
He kept hypnotizing himself into believing that he was a talented person who was not given the opportunity, that he was invincible in theory, and that he was a pioneer in the world of Soul Masters.
But now, Tianmu is telling everyone: You're just a good-for-nothing who relies on women, apprentices, and plagiarism!
"No—that's not it—that's not it!!"
Yu Xiaogang covered his head with both hands, his fingers scratching his scalp until blood flowed down, mixed with cold sweat, making him look ferocious and disheveled.
He kept muttering to himself, his voice hoarse and desperate: "My theory is correct—I am a master—I did not plagiarize—I did it for the Soul Master world—Bibi—Erlong—I am not a coward—"
He abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared hysterically at the sky, "You're talking nonsense! This is slander! Tang San is my masterpiece! I created the dual godhood! I am the Grandmaster! I am Yu Xiaogang!!"
However, his roar seemed so pale and powerless under the overwhelming pressure of the sky, like a clown jumping around comically in the center of a stage.
Liu Erlong stared at the crazed man before her, her outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.
She wanted to hug him and comfort him, but looking at the words "living off a woman" on the sky, and seeing Yu Xiaogang's current state of despair and collapse, she suddenly felt that her two thousand years of waiting seemed to be a joke.
Just when Yu Xiaogang was collapsing, Tang San was doubting, and the world was scorning him, the heavens did not stop their judgment.
The dark gray mist churned again, seemingly brewing an even more explosive and unexpected name.