Yu Xiaogang Gets Beaten Up

"Taking leave?" Han Yu could not help but laugh. "Who did you ask for leave? That fame-seeking Yu Xiaogang?"

"Heh, he isn't even a teacher at the academy, so he has no authority to approve your leave. And you actually used that bullshit theory Yu Xiaogang taught you to talk back to a teacher. You've got some nerve!"

Yu Xiaogang's theories were not wrong, but he had plagiarized them all and insisted on passing them off as his own, which was revolting. Besides, most of those theories were only useful to high-level soul masters. What was the point of teaching them at a junior Soul Master Academy?

How many people here could advance to Soul Saint? There might not even be one in several decades.

Using stolen knowledge and bringing it up in the wrong setting made you look capable? Made you look impressive? With that kind of ability, you might as well blow up the entire Douluo Continent.

"I won't allow you to speak about Teacher like that!" Tang San's face twisted with rage as he coldly addressed Han Yu.

"Was I wrong? Tang San, the essence of both your First and Second Soul Rings is Entanglement, isn't it? Wang Lei, you're now at level nine Soul Power, and your Martial Soul is also plant-type. Tell me, can you use Entanglement?"

The timid youth slowly stood up and stammered, "Director Han, my... Ivy Martial Soul... naturally has the ability to entangle. Li Min also has a plant-type Martial Soul, and she... also has the ability to entangle."

"Sit down." Han Yu smiled at Tang San. "So you should understand that Blue Silver Grass itself has the ability to entangle. If I were you, I would have given my First Soul Ring an ability that turned my Martial Soul into a whip, then added a fire attribute to my Martial Soul with the Second Soul Ring. Wouldn't that grant some fire resistance, control abilities, and a certain degree of attack power all at once?"

"This..." Tang San was instantly speechless.

Over the years, he had surely considered this question countless times in private.

But having it brought out into the open now was truly difficult for him to accept.

As someone who had lived in a feudal society, Tang San's feudal beliefs were deeply ingrained.

A teacher for a day, a father for life. That was his guiding principle.

Seeing that the time was right, Han Yu delivered the final blow. "Tang San, it is never too late for a prodigal son to turn back. If you are willing to abandon Yu Xiaogang, I would be more than happy to teach you Martial Soul theory."

On Douluo Continent, people believed one could only take one teacher in life. Han Yu did not expect Tang San to turn back. He merely wanted to disgust the master and disciple pair.

"A teacher for a day, a father for life. Director Han, I will not allow you to insult me, Tang San. Xiao Wu, let's go." Tang San's face was ashen as he grabbed Xiao Wu and headed for the door.

Han Yu's words had merely strengthened Tang San's conviction.

In Tang San's world, everything Yu Xiaogang said was right. Even if he had doubts, he would only bury them deep in his heart.

Han Yu's speech had undoubtedly confirmed those doubts in his heart.

Father Resigns, Son Laughs. If he got to see it happen, then this transmigration would not have been in vain.

Han Yu smiled inwardly.

At the same time, his desire to take Xiao Wu's Soul Ring and Soul Bone faded somewhat.

If Xiao Wu could be used to shatter the relationship between master and disciple, that would be the real show.

A few days later, early in the morning.

Yu Xiaogang stormed into the Academic Affairs Office and slammed his palm heavily onto Han Yu's desk.

"Han Yu, I said Tang San is my disciple, yet you forcibly filled his head with improper theories. What are you trying to do?!" Yu Xiaogang roared.

Clearly, Tang San had gone to him and told him Han Yu's words as well as the doubts in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang was naturally alarmed. Hadn't he succeeded in fooling Tang San into becoming his disciple precisely because Tang San knew nothing at all?

If Tang San broke with him, who would serve as the test subject for his soul master theories? When would he ever prove to the Entire Continent that his theories were correct?

"Why are you barking here? I merely helped point him in the right direction." Han Yu picked up the teacup on his desk and calmly took a sip.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately felt humiliated. Driven by his wounded pride, he actually flipped Han Yu's desk in public.

"Ah, since you sincerely wish to be beaten, I'll grant your wish." Han Yu slowly rose to his feet.

Even without receiving the system's rewards, he was still a level-forty quasi-Soul Ancestor. A level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster dared to stand over him and shout? If he did not put him in his place, how could he continue to hold his ground on Douluo Continent?

The Firewood Stick Martial Soul instantly appeared in his hand. The moment three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared, the pressure of a level-forty soul master crashed down upon Yu Xiaogang.

"You..." Yu Xiaogang dropped to his knees, his eyes filled with horror.

How had a perfectly obedient man suddenly dared to attack him? This was outrageous.

"Director Han, think twice! Grandmaster is the dean's friend, after all." The ever-good-natured Mo Hen hurriedly tried to mediate.

"Unless a Titled Douluo comes in person today, no one can save you."

You weren't part of the Tang Family, Yu Xiaogang. Tang Hao would not stand up for you. As for Yu Yuanzhen, he cared even less about an abandoned son like you.

"Second Soul Skill, Continuous Strike!"

The Firewood Stick whirled rapidly in Han Yu's hand.

"Han Yu, you dare hit me? Just wait until the dean expels you!" Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and hurriedly invoked his lifeline.

"Stupid pig, asking to be beaten!"

Under Han Yu's control, every strike of the Firewood Stick landed with perfect precision on Yu Xiaogang's face.

One strike, then two.

In just a few breaths, Yu Xiaogang had been beaten beyond recognition, his face swelling into a pig's head.

"Director Han, stop quickly!"

Realizing that something was wrong, one of the teachers had called Dean Pei Feng over.

Unfortunately, he was one step too late. By the time he arrived, Yu Xiaogang had already lost consciousness, and several of his teeth had been knocked out.

"Ah..." Pei Feng sighed repeatedly. On one side was a friend with whom he did not have particularly strong ties; on the other was the successor he had personally been grooming as dean. He knew perfectly well which mattered more.

"Teacher Mo, take Xiaogang away to rest. Today's matter ends here. No one is to mention it again. Director Han, come with me for a moment. Lord Alto has something he asked me to pass on to you."

After the two left, the teachers said in surprise, "The dean actually didn't speak up for Yu Xiaogang. This... could it be..."

Teacher Li, who was on good terms with Han Yu, quietly said, "I once heard that the dean and former Director Su intended to groom Director Han as the dean's successor. Tsk... looks like it's settled. Yu Xiaogang has always been arrogant because of his connection to the dean. Let's see how he keeps acting arrogant now. It would already be merciful of Director Han not to make him pack up and leave."

Inside the Dean's Office, Pei Feng did not say much about Yu Xiaogang. Instead, he looked at Han Yu with surprise.

"Director Han, I never expected you to have already reached level forty. If you need a Soul Ring, just tell me anytime. These old bones of mine are not so frail that I cannot even defeat a soul beast."

"Then thank you, Dean." Han Yu smiled, then asked, "May I ask, Dean, about Lord Alto..."

"Heh, I nearly forgot the important matter. Alto received word that the Hundred-Thousand-Year Fire Cloud Crane, which had suddenly reappeared after a thousand years, has gone mad with slaughter in the Star Dou Great Forest this time, as though it is searching for something."