Assassinated by Yu Xiaogang

"I never thought the Grandmaster's theories were actually copied."

Notting City, Notting Academy.

Luo Ling walked out of the teachers' office with a strange expression.

As a transmigrator who had read the original Douluo Continent novel, he had always remembered the Grandmaster as a highly knowledgeable research-oriented figure. Yet unexpectedly...

"All of my theories were compiled from years of records in the Spirit Hall Library! There can't possibly be any problems!"

Recalling Yu Xiaogang's blurted words and flustered expression, Luo Ling was speechless.

He had originally planned to take Yu Xiaogang as his teacher, but now it seemed better to forget it.

It had to be said that the conclusions drawn by netizens in his previous life about Yu Xiaogang had some merit.

Whether he was a scumbag or not could be set aside for now, but his plagiarism of theories had been confirmed.

Luo Ling wandered back to his dormitory, Dorm Seven. This was where he lived.

Luo Ling was a transmigrator who had arrived in Douluo Continent seven years ago.

He had been adopted as a child by the village chief of Emperor Soul Village outside Notting City, and had enrolled at Notting Academy in Notting City a year ago.

After coming to Douluo Continent, he had no system, no cheat, and no prominent background.

A year ago, Luo Ling awakened his Martial Soul: a Mutated Martial Soul, the Scarecrow, with level-six Innate Soul Power.

His talent was not bad, but no one had ever heard of a Scarecrow Martial Soul, so it had been regarded as a Waste Martial Soul.

After all, what use could a scarecrow possibly have?

Yet Luo Ling had not been discouraged by having a Waste Martial Soul. He thought of the Grandmaster.

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

Those were the Grandmaster's words, and they filled Luo Ling with hope.

But as their contact continued, and the Grandmaster repeatedly refused to accept him as a disciple, Luo Ling began to doubt him.

Until today...

The Grandmaster had been led by Luo Ling into letting something slip.

"Looks like I can only rely on myself!" Luo Ling raised his brows and walked straight into the dormitory.

"Xiao Ling, did you go see the Grandmaster again?"

The moment he entered the dormitory, a voice called out.

"More or less." Luo Ling looked up at the speaker. It was Wang Sheng.

"Rejected again?" Wang Sheng grinned as he walked over.

"Obviously," Luo Ling answered.

"If you ask me, there's no need for you to take the Grandmaster as your teacher. You're only seven and already a One-Ring Soul Master, while he's only level twenty-nine after all these years!"

Wang Sheng came to Luo Ling's side and gave a disdainful snort. "I think that Grandmaster is nothing but an empty reputation!"

Luo Ling smiled casually and did not deny Wang Sheng's words. He thought the same now.

Time passed quickly, and before long, night had fallen.

After finishing his cultivation, Luo Ling planned to get something to eat. Soon after leaving the dormitory, he saw a middle-aged man walking toward him.

"Assistant Teacher Zhang?" Luo Ling looked at the approaching man in confusion.

He knew this man.

Zhang Lang was an assistant teacher at the academy. His Martial Soul was a longsword, and Luo Ling had heard that he had only recently reached level twenty.

"Xiao Ling, the Grandmaster wants to see you. He's decided to accept you as his disciple!"

"Accept me as his disciple?" Luo Ling froze. He had refused so decisively during the day, and now he had changed his mind?

"That's right! Come with me!" Zhang Lang smiled and gestured for Luo Ling to follow.

Luo Ling considered it for several seconds before ultimately following him.

Yu Xiaogang would eventually become the teacher of the protagonist, Tang San. If Luo Ling could establish a connection with Tang San, perhaps getting an Immortal Herb in the future would not be so bad?

With that thought in mind, Luo Ling followed Zhang Lang toward the northern part of the academy.

After walking for around fifteen minutes, the trees around them grew increasingly dense, and Luo Ling could not help becoming wary.

"Assistant Teacher Zhang, this doesn't seem to be the direction of the teachers' office."

Luo Ling's voice echoed through the shadowy forest. The figure ahead slowly stopped, and a longsword appeared in Zhang Lang's hand.

One white and one yellow Soul Ring rose beneath Zhang Lang's feet.

"Of course this isn't the teachers' office, and there's no need for you to go there anymore!" Zhang Lang turned around, his gaze cold.

"You're here to kill me?" Luo Ling realized.

But why?

His thoughts raced, and he thought of someone.

Yu Xiaogang.

Could it be because Yu Xiaogang had let something slip during the day, and he had hired someone to kill him to keep Luo Ling from talking?

"You're not completely stupid!" Zhang Lang laughed sinisterly. "With nothing but a Scarecrow Waste Martial Soul, you kept pestering the Grandmaster to accept you as his disciple. What a delusion!"

"Originally, the Grandmaster did not intend to hold it against you, but who would have thought you would try to steal his theoretical materials!"

"Yu Xiaogang told you that?" Luo Ling finally understood what was happening, and a trace of anger surfaced on his face.

What a hypocritical Grandmaster! Sending someone to assassinate him was one thing, but he was even turning the accusation around!

"You little bastard, are you still trying to slander the Grandmaster? The Grandmaster already warned me. I won't be deceived by you!" Zhang Lang said disdainfully.

Luo Ling shook his head. The last shred of respect he held for the Grandmaster vanished completely.

He no longer thought about anything else. The most important thing now was how to survive.

Zhang Lang's Martial Soul was a longsword. He was probably a level-twenty-one Attack Type Soul Grandmaster.

Meanwhile, Luo Ling was only a level-eleven Soul Master, with the Scarecrow Martial Soul.

As Luo Ling considered his options, a yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet.

Luo Ling's First Soul Ring came from a Mandala Snake more than three hundred years old, which the dean of studies at Notting Academy had helped him hunt.

His Martial Soul was the Scarecrow, while Tang San's was Blue Silver Grass. Both had grass in them!

So Luo Ling had wondered whether he could obtain a skill similar to Tang San's First Soul Skill, Entanglement.

In the end, he succeeded.

Beside Luo Ling, a straw figure wearing a tattered straw hat appeared out of thin air. This was his Scarecrow Martial Soul.

It could not possess his body and could only be released externally, making it a Weapon Martial Soul.

"A hundred-year Soul Ring? Little bastard, your luck really isn't bad. But I'm a Soul Grandmaster!" Zhang Lang stared jealously at the Soul Ring beneath Luo Ling's feet, his face twisted with ferocity.

Luo Ling did not give Zhang Lang the chance to strike first. He immediately unleashed his First Soul Skill, Scarecrow Entanglement!

The straw strengthened by the Mandala Snake had become far tougher. Though it carried no poison, its restraining effect was excellent.

Countless strands of straw swept toward Zhang Lang like bandages, wrapping him into a dumpling in an instant.

Luo Ling was not pleased by the sight. He turned around and fled at full speed.

Their Soul Power differed by ten levels. The Scarecrow's Entanglement could not trap Zhang Lang for long, but as long as Luo Ling reached a crowded place, he would be safe.

As an academy assistant teacher, Zhang Lang would not dare kill a student in public.

Just as Luo Ling began to relax, an enraged roar came from behind him:

"First Soul Skill, Slash!"

"Second Soul Skill, Swift Step!"

The straw binding Zhang Lang was cut apart completely. The next instant, his Second Soul Ring lit up, and a faint white glow gathered beneath his feet.

It was actually an acceleration-type Soul Skill!

Luo Ling's gaze tightened. This was the worst possible situation. Zhang Lang had already been faster than him, and now he had the support of a Soul Skill...

He could not escape...

Luo Ling sighed inwardly.

Within seconds, Zhang Lang had already run ahead of Luo Ling.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?" Zhang Lang laughed wildly, gripping his longsword as he charged toward Luo Ling step by step.

Before Luo Ling could react, the longsword became a blur and slashed viciously across his chest. A huge amount of blood gushed from the wound.

He was sent flying into a nearby tree, and Luo Ling's vision began to blur.

Am I the most miserable transmigrator? I'm about to die before I've even done anything...

Luo Ling collapsed beneath the tree, filled with unwillingness. Yu Xiaogang's figure appeared in his mind, and boundless hatred surged within him once more!

Hypocritical Yu Xiaogang, if I can become a vengeful ghost, I'll make you suffer every kind of pain before brutally killing you!

He roared in his heart. At the very moment of death, it seemed as though a certain obsession had been born.

Luo Ling's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly turned blood-red!

Not far away, the Scarecrow standing silently seemed to sense something. It slowly turned around, and a glimmer of red appeared within its hollow eye sockets.