Tang San Falls into an Illusion, Yu Xiaogang Makes His Move Against Lin Yan

Curse after curse and slander after slander, like sacred chants, slammed into Tang San's consciousness.

Tang San clutched his head in agony, desperately denying it and roaring.

"No! I'm not a thief! I didn't steal anything!"

"You were the ones guarding a precious pearl while letting it gather dust. Without me, trash like you would never have been able to make Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus."

"I'm not a thief! I'm a hero of the Tang Sect, a genius!"

Clang!!!

The Sharingan sound effect rang out again.

In the real world, Tang San had merely raised his head to look at Lin Yan, but the next second, he began shouting.

"I'm not a thief!!!"

The explosive shout was filled with rage and resentment, as though he meant to turn the whole world into his enemy and then slaughter everyone.

Standing beside Tang San, Yu Xiaogang was so startled that he flinched on the spot.

The onlookers fell silent for a moment, all turning their eyes to Tang San.

"What's gotten into this kid? Didn't he say he wanted a duel? Who called him a thief? What did he steal?"

"No idea. He seems a little unhinged. Could he be mentally ill?"

"Little San, are you all right?"

The murmurs of the people around him and Yu Xiaogang's concerned question echoed in Tang San's ears. Only then did he realize that the sky had returned to its original blue at some point.

He gasped for breath, cold sweat soaking his back.

"Phew~"

What happened? Was everything I just went through an illusion?

Was that guy in front of me behind it? When did he do it?

Tang San was no fool!

Having lived two lives, he was evidently even more capable of accepting such things than Yu Xiaogang.

He had fallen into the illusion right after seeing Lin Yan's eyes. This man was definitely behind it.

I didn't expect people in this world to have such bizarre abilities. Is it a Dōjutsu?

Tang San was undeniably clever. He had cultivated the Purple Demon Eye himself, so when he recalled those blood-red eyes, he immediately thought of Dōjutsu.

Tang San was afraid.

"Teacher, let's leave for now!"

One second, Tang San had been clamoring to fight Lin Yan one-on-one and demanding that Lin Yan kneel and apologize to everyone if he lost.

The next, he had turned into a coward. He didn't even dare look Lin Yan in the eyes as he pulled Yu Xiaogang along to flee.

What a joke!

He had no desire to experience an illusion like that a second time. It might even get him killed.

Yu Xiaogang was baffled to see him like this, and the crowd sighed at the sight.

"I thought this kid was really something. How come he's running away right after talking tough? That's pathetic."

"Exactly. The other guy hasn't even revealed his Martial Soul, and he's already scared enough to run with his tail between his legs. Tsk, tsk!"

The jeers around them were so loud!

Never mind Tang San, who was at the center of it all—even Yu Xiaogang felt he was losing face.

Just now, he had thought Tang San really could fight Lin Yan and prove himself, as well as prove Yu Xiaogang.

So how had his fine disciple turned coward the very next second?

Forget it. In the end, he still had to rely on himself.

"Hmph!"

"Little San, it's only natural that you're afraid. Let your teacher teach this arrogant fellow a lesson."

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, then looked at Lin Yan and spoke haughtily in the manner of an elder.

"A mere six-year-old child. Do you really think a little talent makes you invincible under heaven?"

"How old are you now, and already you look down on everyone? If you're allowed to keep growing, won't you use your talent to bully the weak?"

"Today, I'll discipline you properly on behalf of your elders!"

"Come out, Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a low shout. As Soul Power surged, two Yellow Soul Rings appeared.

At the same time, a purple pig appeared out of thin air and landed between him and Tang San.

The presence of a Soul Grandmaster spread out in full, silencing the people around them for a moment.

In Suotuo City, a level 29 Soul Grandmaster could already be considered somewhat accomplished. A Soul Grandmaster with two hundred-year Yellow Soul Rings, in particular, was quite rare.

"Grandmaster, what are you doing?"

Mo Hen looked stunned. "You're over fifty years old. Are you going to use a Soul Skill on a child?"

"Heh~"

"Doesn't he think his talent makes him invincible?"

"Today, I'll show him that there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters!"

"Hard work after birth and proper guidance are the foundations of growth!"

Yu Xiaogang was thick-skinned enough to feel no shame at all for bullying a child. Instead, he put on the airs of a mighty expert, as though mocking an opponent weaker than himself.

"No! You can't!"

"Lin Yan, go! Grandmaster is a level 29 Soul Grandmaster!"

"Go back and find the dean. I'll hold him off."

Mo Hen stepped between Yu Xiaogang and Lin Yan.

"Grandmaster, I won't let you hurt Lin Yan!"

"Mo Hen, out of the way!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for showing you no mercy."

"No!"

Despite Yu Xiaogang's threat, Mo Hen remained firm, though his cultivation was only that of a level 21 Soul Grandmaster.

Lin Yan was the entire academy's hope!

At the meeting, the dean had made it clear that all the academy's facilities and resources were to be made available to Lin Yan, all so the academy could nurture a genius and make a name for itself.

Every teacher treated Lin Yan like a precious treasure.

How could he stand by and let Yu Xiaogang do as he pleased?

Seeing that Mo Hen wouldn't budge an inch, Yu Xiaogang's lips twisted into a cruel smile.

"Fine!"

"It seems I've lain low for too long, and you've forgotten that I, Yu Xiaogang, am also a Quasi-Soul Elder."

"Today, I'll show you what my Luo Sanpao can do."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang began frantically tossing white radishes into Luo Sanpao's mouth.

His comical actions were utterly at odds with his threats, making for an incongruous sight.

Even so, almost no one dared underestimate him.

In the crowd, people began murmuring again.

"Is Grandmaster really going to attack a child?"

"Quiet. I hear Grandmaster has quite a background. He's from some major clan."

"Then the kid's done for. People from major clans care about face more than anything. Why does this child insist on opposing him? He'd be better off compromising and accepting him as his teacher."

Some people despised Yu Xiaogang's vile behavior, while others feared the background behind him. Everyone had something different to say, but without exception, they all gave Lin Yan sympathetic looks.

A level 29 Soul Grandmaster! Wouldn't just any one of his skills knock Lin Yan flat?

Poor child!

Yet just as everyone was feeling sorry for Lin Yan, Lin Yan moved.

His small figure took a little step back, and he murmured softly.

"Heh~"

"An ant gazes at the sky, unaware of how high it is!"

There was no inflection in Lin Yan's voice.

It was as if, after all Yu Xiaogang's performance, he was merely an ant talking to himself before Lin Yan, without the slightest power to intimidate.

"Since you insist on making trouble for yourself, I'll oblige you."

"Tsukuyomi!!!"

Lin Yan's eyes sharpened, and the patterns in his pupils began to spin.

Although Yu Xiaogang was feeding Luo Sanpao white radishes and not looking directly into Lin Yan's eyes, his world still turned blood-red, black, and white.

That was the overbearing power of the Mangekyō Sharingan!

"Immerse yourself in the Mangekyō Sharingan's Genjutsu!"

Lin Yan whispered, his eyes full of indifference.

And in Yu Xiaogang's world...

"Xiaogang! Is that you, Xiaogang?"

"It's your father."

"Xiaogang, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can't do without you. Only you are worthy of the position of clan leader."

"Come back. Your father is begging you."

"Your father was wrong about everything before. We're the trash; you're a true god!"

A familiar yet indistinct voice sounded in his ears. Yu Xiaogang noticed nothing at all amiss with the blood-red world.

He looked at his hands, then suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"The level of Soul Masters across the continent has fallen ten thousandfold, but I, Yu Xiaogang, alone remain unchanged, still at level 29!"

"From now on, you must all call me the Fart God!"

"Fart God!"