Yu Xiaogang Chokes with Rage

The faint voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Like thunder crashing down from the heavens.

Like raging waves surging straight at them.

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Yet he could not utter a single word in rebuttal.

In the vast room, it suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

"That's all there is to it."

Lu Yuan glanced at Yu Xiaogang, making no effort to conceal the contempt and disappointment in his eyes.

"Dean, if the team is truly going to be formed, I hope you can reserve a substitute spot for me."

"Because I don't want to waste my precious time on someone who only knows how to talk big."

With an elegant bow, a streak of Silver Light flashed, and he vanished without a trace.

"Outrageous!"

"Absolutely outrageous!"

"Flender! Are all the students at your Shrek Academy this disrespectful toward their elders?"

After confirming that Lu Yuan had left, Yu Xiaogang finally erupted.

Unfortunately, it was nothing more than a blustering outburst.

Seeing his old friend turn the spearhead on him, Flender felt awkward, but a trace of dissatisfaction also rose in his heart.

He had long told Yu Xiaogang that most of these Little Monsters were troublemakers.

You hadn't prepared yourself, yet you could still blame me for not giving you enough information?

Ning Rongrong, however, could no longer listen. She abruptly stood up and said:

"Whose master are you? Whose elder are you?"

"You're Tang San's Master, and you're Tang San's elder, but you're not ours!"

"Who are you pointing at the mulberry and scolding the locust here?"

"By status, you're still far beneath me!"

With a disdainful snort, Ning Rongrong took Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's hands and pulled the two of them toward the door.

"Let's go!"

"Whoever wants to acknowledge this Master can do it!"

"Anyway, I won't!"

"When I find a suitable time, I'll ask Sword Grandfather and Bone Grandfather to take you as disciples."

"Passing up two Titled Douluo only to acknowledge a Soul Grandmaster expelled from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan as your Master—no idiot could be this stupid!"

"At the very least, they shouldn't be this stupid!"

Ning Rongrong's words utterly demeaned Yu Xiaogang.

Yet taken literally, they actually made quite a bit of sense.

A spot as the Close Disciple of a Titled Douluo would likely be fought over by many young soul masters in the outside world.

Of course, this did not mean that older soul masters could suppress their desire to compete for it; it was simply that they knew from the outset that they would certainly be excluded, so they would not bother making futile efforts.

As for a disciple spot under a Soul Grandmaster—

Never mind that it would not even be as a Close Disciple.

Even if it were, whether they could attract any disciples at all would still be a question.

After all, everyone could do basic arithmetic.

Even if a Titled Douluo was terrible at teaching disciples, raising one to the rank of Soul Saint would be effortless.

Even if a Soul Grandmaster was excellent at teaching disciples, producing a Soul Elder would already be an exceptional performance!

The true teaching lies in a single sentence; false teaching fills ten thousand volumes of books.

A Soul Grandmaster had not even figured out how to walk the path beyond his own level, so where would that "single sentence" come from?

As for "ten thousand volumes of books"—

If a disciple had the chance to read ten thousand volumes before taking a master, why would they need to take one at all?

Even if they did take a master, they should choose one who could offer that "single sentence"!

"Stop right there!"

Tang San stretched out his hand to block Ning Rongrong and the other two at the door, his face dark as he said, "Apologize!"

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes widened. "What did I do wrong that you're telling me to apologize?"

"You shouldn't have demeaned Master."

Tang San said, enunciating each word, "So, you need to apologize to my Master!"

Ning Rongrong sneered. "And what if I refuse to apologize? Are you going to attack me?"

"You can try me!"

"Then let's try it!"

"Miss is standing right here today, and I'll make this clear: if you dare touch even a hair on my head, next year's today will be your death anniversary!"

Ning Rongrong was proud and arrogant by nature. Having encountered someone like Tang San, who dared to openly threaten her, it would have been a blow to her pride if she had not threatened him right back.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong had the confidence to do so.

Or rather, across the entire continent, aside from a mere handful of people, no one had greater backing than Ning Rongrong.

She had two Titled Douluo behind her, along with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, whose wealth rivaled that of a nation.

Even the crown princes of Star Luo or Heaven Dou would not dare pit their own forces against Ning Rongrong's.

That would be nothing more than serving themselves up on a platter!

As Ning Rongrong continued walking without stopping, a flicker of killing intent flashed through Tang San's eyes. But Yu Xiaogang's furious shout quickly brought him to a halt.

Ning Rongrong proudly puffed out her small chest like a victorious rooster returning from battle. She reached out, pulled open the door, and left the room with her two girlfriends.

Yu Xiaogang's already ashen face darkened even further.

Although the Spirit Hall Elder Token kept ordinary Soul Masters from daring to provoke him, the—

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

That was truly beyond his ability to offend.

Perhaps that woman could afford to offend them, and might even have hoped to stir up some trouble. But a useless man without any strength like him obviously could not.

Which of the Upper Three Sects did not have a Titled Douluo overseeing it?

It really was a case of "try it and die."

Otherwise, he would not have stopped Tang San.

As if sensing the awkward atmosphere filling the room, Dai Mubai suddenly rose to his feet, rushed to the door, and twisted the handle.

"Dean, Boss Zhao, I'm going to check on Zhuqing."

Before his words had even finished, he had already vanished who knew how far away.

"Wait for me!"

Ma Hongjun had always been unruly, and Flender, the Dean, also happened to be his Master. Without even saying goodbye, he grabbed Oscar and hurriedly rushed out the door.

In an instant, only four people remained in the room.

Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Zhao Wuji.

Tang San wore a stiff expression as he silently walked back behind Yu Xiaogang.

Good heavens.

What was this supposed to be?

He had tried to stop them, only to drive everyone away instead?

Yu Xiaogang slammed the table hard, pointed at Flender's nose, and roared:

"Students who show no respect for their elders should be expelled immediately!"

Flender adjusted his rigid Black-Framed Glasses, his sharp eyes fixed intently on Yu Xiaogang.

"So, which one do you want to expel?"

"Lu Yuan and Ning Rongrong!"

"I'm telling you, impossible!"

Flender declared decisively.

He slammed the table and rose to his feet. A powerful burst of Soul Power erupted instantly, forcing Yu Xiaogang two steps back.

Zhao Wuji stared speechlessly at the desk, which now had another dent in its surface, and thought to himself: I wonder if I'll have to pay for this desk too.

"Not a single one of these Little Monsters will be expelled!"

"Yu Xiaogang! Listen carefully! Not! A! Single! One! Will! Be! Expelled!"

Flender said through gritted teeth.

This was truly like a prodigal selling off his father's land without feeling a shred of regret.

How much effort and what price did it take to persuade a Little Monster to enroll?

Expelling a Little Monster, however, required only a single sentence and a simple procedure.

Gathering seven—

Gathering eight Little Monsters was incredibly difficult; no one understood that better than Flender.

Shrek Academy itself could not compare to those large academies, whether in cultivation environment, teaching staff, or cultivation resources.

But precisely because its resources were limited, Shrek Academy could do what those major academies could not: focus on nurturing every single Little Monster.

In other words, they followed the core-focused approach.

They poured every valuable resource and all their teaching staff into these few Little Monsters.

Effort and reward were bound to be proportional.

But in the short term, there would definitely be no visible results.

As for how long it would take for results to appear, Flender could only leave that question to time.

But Yu Xiaogang's idea of expelling anyone they could not negotiate with was clearly digging at the foundations of Shrek Academy!

Flender turned his back, suddenly raised a hand, and pointed at the door.

"Either give up that idea of yours, or leave Shrek Academy!"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with fury. Dragging Tang San along, he strode to the door in a few quick steps and shoved it open.

"Flender, you've disappointed me too much!"

"You're no longer the Flender you were in the days of the 'Flying Horn'!"

The wooden door slammed shut.

Zhao Wuji's expression was indescribable.

This was the Wisdom Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle?

Wasn't this Wisdom Horn a little too "wise"?

Could the meaning of Wisdom Horn be sacrificing one's wisdom?

Then why could the Flying Horn still fly?

That logic did not add up either!

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