39. "Grandmaster"?

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a knock at the door.

Under the gazes of everyone in the room, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San calmly walked in.

Neither their expressions nor their movements changed in the slightest, as if proving that both of them were exceptionally composed.

"Let me introduce him. This is my good friend—Yu Xiaogang. In the Soul Master World, he has another honorific: 'Grandmaster.'"

"He is also Tang San's Master, and from now on, he will be a teacher at our Shrek Academy."

Flender rose to his feet and solemnly introduced him to everyone in the room.

Zhao Wuji frowned but said nothing.

Although Grandmaster had quite a reputation in the Soul Master World, after what had happened last night, Zhao Wuji felt:

Meeting him was far less impressive than hearing about him!

Of course, Zhao Wuji was not the only one who thought so. Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu did as well.

Ning Rongrong had heard of Grandmaster's name long ago.

For that, she had her father—Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—to thank.

If Ning Fengzhi had not often mentioned in front of her that this Grandmaster was a talented man, Ning Rongrong probably would not have remembered him.

As for whether this "talent" truly was talented, that depended on what exactly Ning Fengzhi had been praising.

Someone clever enough could be called a talent.

Someone foolish enough could also be called a "talent."

So, that title depended on the context in which it was used.

As for Xiao Wu, she had spent the past six years with Tang San. Influenced by what she saw and heard, she had long since formed this opinion.

This Grandmaster, famous for his vast knowledge, had made quite a few mistakes while teaching Tang San about soul beasts.

And those mistakes had not escaped the notice of Xiao Wu, a Ten Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit.

By Xiao Wu's logic—

If this Grandmaster did not know the errors in the knowledge he taught, that could only prove his learning was insufficient.

If this Grandmaster already knew about those errors, it instead proved that he had a problem with his character.

Knowing it was wrong and still teaching it—was he afraid he would not manage to get his students killed?

In short, no matter which possibility it was, it proved that this Grandmaster was absolutely not an outstanding teacher!

Unfortunately, after she mentioned it to Tang San several times, not only did she fail to make him realize it in time, she was even scolded by him.

Thinking about it then still made her feel a little wronged.

But thinking about it now...

Fortunately, Tang San had not listened to her back then!

Otherwise, would that not have reduced his chances of being led to his death?

Sensing Tang San glance at her, Xiao Wu fiercely glared back at him.

Tang San was completely bewildered as he watched Xiao Wu hide behind Lu Yuan.

Xiao Wu could not possibly betray him.

Tang San believed that clearly and stubbornly.

Therefore...

There was a high chance that this despicable, shameless bastard had threatened Xiao Wu!

A flash of killing intent passed through Tang San's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He understood the principle that the bigger picture came first.

That was why, this morning, he had chosen to watch helplessly as Xiao Wu was forced by that bastard, then silently disappeared into the woods.

As a Tang Sect Disciple, what Tang San lacked least was patience.

Crafting mechanisms required patience.

Drawing blueprints required patience.

Assembling mechanisms still required patience.

Even assassination or infiltration required patience.

Ample patience made him like a venomous snake—he would not strike easily, but once he did, he could guarantee that he would hit his target and swiftly kill it.

Therefore, he had to restrain himself, patiently find Lu Yuan's weakness, then wait for the day Lu Yuan unknowingly exposed a flaw, and finally—

Kill him with a single blow!

Unfortunately, Tang San's shallow knowledge prevented him from realizing one very important thing:

Those with Spatial Ability could not possibly have weaknesses!

Those with time abilities could lock their own state; those with fate abilities could foresee and alter weaknesses.

Among the Three Thousand Great Daos, not a single one had a clear weakness.

The only weakness was that the Three Thousand Great Daos could counter one another.

But Tang San first needed to come into contact with a "Dao"!

Before he had touched a "Dao," Tang San finding Lu Yuan's weakness was no different from a pipe dream!

Let alone killing him in a single strike.

Yu Xiaogang forced an awkward smile onto his solemn face and said briefly and firmly:

"Hello, everyone."

Unfortunately, rather than making him seem more approachable, that smile only added a great deal of comedic effect.

So, if you really did not know how to smile, then do not smile. Otherwise, once you smiled, you might end up making everyone laugh instead.

Fortunately, Shrek's students were considerate enough.

They did not laugh out loud.

Ning Rongrong fought hard to suppress the urge to curl her lips upward, raised her hand, and asked:

"I want to know, what exactly can this 'Grandmaster' teach us?"

Grandmaster's Soul Power being at level twenty-nine was no secret.

The Upper Three Sects basically all knew about it. Most of Spirit Hall knew as well, and even most people in the Soul Master World were aware of it.

The only one who might not have known was a certain Ten Thousand Year transformed Soft Bone Rabbit.

Therefore, it was obvious that this little witch, Ning Rongrong, intended to embarrass Yu Xiaogang.

Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang had already prepared himself mentally.

Flender had long since warned him:

Shrek Academy had plenty of troublemakers!

And most of those troublemakers were the self-taught sort.

A little witch like Ning Rongrong could only be considered one of the milder troublemakers.

As for the truly formidable troublemaker...

Yu Xiaogang glanced sidelong at the handsome youth in the room.

His looks really were excellent.

He had a few traces of Yu Xiaogang's own youthful charm.

Unfortunately, his character was not much to speak of.

Yu Xiaogang silently gave him three assessments in his heart before answering:

"That depends on what you want to learn."

It had to be said, Yu Xiaogang was quite skilled at deflecting questions.

Ning Rongrong had asked what Yu Xiaogang could teach them, and Yu Xiaogang immediately turned the question back on her, asking what she wanted to learn.

"I want to learn how to become a god."

Lu Yuan silently raised his hand and dealt the killing blow.

Yu Xiaogang silently studied Lu Yuan for a moment. After deliberating for quite some time, he finally said:

"Gods are merely an illusory legend."

"No one can prove that gods exist, so I have no way to answer your nonexistent question."

To be honest, facing a troublemaker who refused to play by the rules truly exhausted Yu Xiaogang.

Even if Lu Yuan had asked, "How can I become a Titled Douluo?" Yu Xiaogang felt that he would have had an answer.

But "how can I become a god"...

That was truly beyond the syllabus.

Among the vast collection of books in Spirit Hall's Library Pavilion, he could not find even a single verified example of someone becoming a god. Where was he supposed to draw on experience?

An illusory legend?

A nonexistent question?

Lu Yuan chuckled.

"Legends are not meant to be watched, nor are they meant to be heard, much less sung or adapted."

"Before me, there were no pure elemental martial souls."

"After I arrived, there were."

"So legends exist to be broken and proven!"

"Arrogant!"

Yu Xiaogang berated him angrily.

His aged face was already clouded with gloom as he condemned Lu Yuan in grief and indignation. "The limit of a Soul Master is Titled Douluo. Reaching level one hundred and becoming a god is nothing more than an unrealistic fairy tale!"

"This is the difference between geniuses and ordinary people."

"And also the difference between you and me."

Lu Yuan's eyes were filled with pity, as though he were looking at some pathetic, laughable nobody.

"Compared to being unable to gaze upon the stars, losing the courage to raise your head is far more tragic!"