A New Storm Has Appeared

Yu Xiaogang stood there dumbfounded, watching Tang San passionately expound on his ideas, his mentality nearly exploding.

It had not even been half a month!

Where had these pent-up emotions come from?

Even if he did have pent-up emotions, why bring them up only so soon after everything had just ended?

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang truly wanted to grab Tang San by the collar and give him several hard slaps to knock some sense into him.

It was not that Yu Xiaogang did not understand Tang San.

On the contrary, it was precisely because he understood that he found Tang San's thoughts so troublesome.

Shrek Academy was the most suitable choice Yu Xiaogang had carefully selected from all the Soul Master Academies he knew of.

Objectively speaking, Shrek Academy could give Tang San a fairly stable period to develop, and it would not be a short one.

But...

Things never went as people wished.

The thought of leaving had come neither early nor late, but right at this critical juncture.

If he had developed the desire to leave earlier, he could have simply slammed the door and walked out; using Tang San's injury as an excuse, he could have left Shrek Academy naturally and logically, leaving no room for anyone to find fault.

If it had come later, Yu Xiaogang believed that, with Tang San's outstanding talent, he could have worked something out and transferred him to an Advanced Soul Master academy.

After all, those Advanced Soul Master academies especially liked recruiting geniuses.

The prerequisite was that these exceptionally admitted geniuses had to possess extraordinarily outstanding talent or strength!

A level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster whose martial soul was Blue Silver Grass.

Yu Xiaogang did not think there was much room to maneuver.

His martial soul was not an advantage, his Soul Power Level was not an advantage, his age was not an advantage, and his record was not an advantage. At present, Tang San only met the standards of an ordinary genius.

If his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, were included, Tang San would undoubtedly be a peerless genius.

But Yu Xiaogang could guess with his toes that if Tang San dared reveal his second martial soul, Spirit Hall would not mind crushing a little ant.

After a while, Tang San finally stopped his torrent of explanation and turned hopeful eyes toward the Grandmaster.

Rubbing his stiff face, Yu Xiaogang pondered for a moment before asking, "Then where do you want to go?"

People always had to bow before reality.

Tang San was indeed the son of the Clear Sky Douluo, but he was also Yu Xiaogang's Close Disciple, someone who might help him verify the various theories he had proposed in the future.

Whether out of emotion or reason, Yu Xiaogang could not abandon Tang San.

So...

He could only first ask for Tang San's opinion, then do his best to make it happen.

Tang San fell silent in thought.

Clearly, he had not thought it through either.

Once his blood was up, ideas poured out one after another, but unfortunately, none of them came with a complete plan.

Seeing Tang San's silence, Yu Xiaogang could not help but sigh. Helplessly, he continued asking:

"Do you really want to leave?"

"Yes!"

Tang San's eyes were filled with determination as he answered immediately.

Yu Xiaogang pulled a long face, inwardly cursing Tang San for being so thoughtless, but he still restrained his emotions. Clearing his throat, he said:

"I'll go first."

"Finish your meal."

"I need to think this over carefully."

A flash of excitement crossed Tang San's eyes as he grabbed his chopsticks and began wolfing down his food.

He said he needed to "think it over," but Tang San understood that his Master had definitely been swayed.

Otherwise, he would have refused outright.

Or told Tang San to think it over again.

Back in his room, Yu Xiaogang pinched the bridge of his nose, his face full of worry.

Getting out of Shrek was easy.

Finding a new place was difficult.

"Flender, this truly is not what I wished for..."

With a long sigh, Yu Xiaogang switched on the desk lamp, picked up a pen, and spread out a letter.

That night, neither master nor disciple slept.

At daybreak.

A dazzling ray of sunlight tore through the deep night.

Flender sat in his chair, his expression complicated as he looked at Yu Xiaogang and Tang San standing behind him.

"You're really leaving?"

Yu Xiaogang said nothing. Sitting in his chair, he pushed the application in his hand forward.

The meaning was clear.

"Then I approve it."

Flender knew his old friend's stubborn temper—the kind that not even eight oxen could pull back.

So he said no more, simply picked up a pen and signed the Withdrawal Application.

"Xiaogang, where are you planning to go?"

As he wrote, Flender casually asked out of curiosity.

"Blue Tyrant Academy."

Hearing that unexpected answer, the tip of Flender's pen paused. Fortunately, he quickly recovered, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart as he finished writing.

Once Flender put down his pen, Yu Xiaogang took back the application and glanced it over. Without saying a word, he tucked it into his clothes, grabbed Tang San by the arm, and walked out of the room.

Though both master and disciple had faint dark circles under their eyes, they remained high-spirited.

A new journey was about to begin!

"You said Tang San left?"

Lu Yuan sat bolt upright from the hotel bed in surprise, then jumped to the floor.

Ma Hongjun nodded, then added, "Apparently that Grandmaster guy left with Tang San too."

"Well, if poverty makes one think of change, then change brings a way through. Did Tang San finally wise up, or was this Yu Xiaogang's idea?"

"Boss, what did you say?"

"Nothing. I'm going to ask the Dean about it."

He reached into the air, grabbed, and pulled back. A set of clothes was yanked out and quickly put on by Lu Yuan.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head, utterly unable to make sense of his boss's hurriedly departing figure.

After seeing off his old friend Yu Xiaogang, Flender sat in his chair drinking with Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji had bought the alcohol.

Flender's mood had finally stopped sinking.

But he still felt miserable.

Once Yu Xiaogang left, he would undoubtedly live with Liu Erlong.

Even if Yu Xiaogang was unwilling, he would not be able to stir up any trouble under a Soul Saint like Liu Erlong.

Although he had long chosen to watch silently from the sidelines, when Yu Xiaogang spoke the name "Blue Tyrant Academy," Flender still felt all kinds of reluctance.

That was his youth.

That was the person he loved.

But the person he loved did not love him!

What else could he do?

Glug, glug, glug...

The empty bottle was tossed into the trash.

Zhao Wuji's eye twitched as he set down his cup, wanting to speak but holding back.

Wasn't this supposed to be a light drink?

So he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol?

Though he wanted to stop Flender from so openly mooching his liquor, Zhao Wuji understood.

"Old Zhao... tell me..."

Flender instinctively wanted someone to confide in, but the moment the words left his mouth, he realized it was not appropriate.

So Flender put down the bottle, opened another one, filled his cup again, and raised it. "Forget it, Old Zhao. As long as we drink our fill today, that's enough."

Zhao Wuji hurriedly raised his cup and clinked it with Flender's.

"Fine. I guarantee you'll drink your fill. From childhood until now, I've never feared anyone when it comes to drinking!"

That was what he said.

But inwardly, Zhao Wuji silently complained: This iron rooster Flender isn't planning to fleece me, is he?

Just as the atmosphere began to rise, an ill-timed knock sounded at the door.

Seeing that Flender was already thoroughly drunk, Zhao Wuji had no choice but to get up and answer it.

"Teacher Zhao?"

Lu Yuan looked up at the room number.

That was right.

"I'm looking for the Dean. Is he here?"

"Come in!"

Zhao Wuji turned around in astonishment, only to discover that Flender had already composed himself. He had even found the time to wipe clean those stiff black-framed glasses.

Damn!

You crooked merchant actually set me up!

Zhao Wuji condemned Flender's immoral behavior with his eyes.

Unfortunately, how could Flender possibly be someone thin-skinned?

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This was the first turning point, and also my original intention in having the protagonist enter Shrek. At last, the curtain had risen.

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