A Teacher Shares Some Lessons in Failure from Experience

Tang San searched for a long time and finally found Yu Xiaogang in a secluded forest. With him was none other than his own father, Tang Hao.

The two discussed something, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air.

"Dad, teacher, what's going on here...?" Tang San stepped forward quickly, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two, his mind full of questions.

Yu Xiaogang forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice hoarse. "It's nothing, we were just chatting."

After Tang San arrived, his complexion improved slightly.

But upon closer inspection, one can still discern the lingering pain and struggle deep within those eyes.

Tang Hao made it sound so easy, talking about giving up on illusions and being destined to be different from Lin Hai!

It is your Clear Sky Sect and your Tang Family that are irreconcilable enemies of the Spirit Hall, not me Yu Xiaogang!

Anyone can make sarcastic remarks.

A flawed Martial Soul, trapped in the torment of being level 29 for life—how could you possibly understand that?!

"Xiao San, what's wrong?" Tang Hao asked in a deep voice when he saw that Tang San seemed to have something on his mind.

Yu Xiaogang was startled awake by Tang Hao's voice, and only then did he come to his senses, his gaze falling on his disciple.

Even if he is not outstanding among his peers, the potential of his Twin Martial Souls is undeniable, and his future is bright.

He simply couldn't understand what his disciple was worrying about, always looking so gloomy!

"Dad, teacher..." Tang San, unable to hide his pain any longer, revealed the true suffering on his face, his voice trembling slightly.

"I feel... I might lose Xiao Wu completely, it seems... there's no chance left!"

"Foolish!" Yu Xiaogang roared suddenly, as if his pent-up frustration had found an outlet, his voice rising abruptly:

"Why should a great man worry about not having a wife? What you should care about most right now is your strength and your path to becoming Soul Master, not indulging in romantic entanglements!"

At this point, images of Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong, and Lin Hai involuntarily flashed through Yu Xiaogang's mind...

His tone softened unconsciously, tinged with a hint of melancholy, as he sighed:

"As Xiao San who's been there, I'm telling you responsibly, women are naturally drawn to strength; it's something ingrained in their bones!"

"You didn't just find out today that Xiao Wu chose to be with Lin Hai."

"As long as you can surpass Lin Hai in the future, I don't believe she can still ignore your existence! At that time, the initiative will naturally return to your hands."

Lin Hai never stopped paying attention to Tang San, the person whom Asura loved.

He had just arrived nearby when he overheard Yu Xiaogang's "profound remarks," and he immediately found them incredibly ridiculous.

How can someone pretend to be a theoretical Grandmaster when they have no logic in their head, or a relationship expert when they have no stories to tell?!

This wasn't Lin Hai intentionally belittling him.

If he had any logic in his head, he wouldn't have said something like "There are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master".

Using this self-summary to try to prove the universality and importance of the Martial Soul Theory is itself the biggest paradox.

Similarly, if he has any past, he should understand that women are different and cannot be generalized.

If Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong were truly just admiring strength back then, how could they possibly have been interested in Soul Grandmaster whose Soul Power had stagnated for his entire life?

The key lies in the sense of contrast, in the curiosity.

A low-level Soul Grandmaster could talk eloquently about Martial Soul Theory, his face etched with stories.

This, in turn, creates a peculiar attraction for many naive women.

Now, it's just that they've seen part of the truth, and their illusions have shattered.

However, Tang San was not Lin Hai; Yu Xiaogang's words were practically law to him.

Upon hearing this, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes, and he nodded vigorously, saying firmly:

"I understand, teacher! I will work hard to improve my skills, and one day I will make Xiao Wu look at me with new eyes!"

Then, he looked at his silent father beside him, a conflicted expression reappearing on his face:

"But Dad, does my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul... really still have the potential to grow? Will it really be able to rival my Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, in the future?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, and he said sharply, "Who told you that your Second Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer?"

His gaze instantly sharpened, turning to Yu Xiaogang beside him with a scrutinizing look.

Yu Xiaogang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly waved his hands in denial. "Your Clear Sky Majesty, I absolutely did not..."

He had only spoken halfway when he realized he had let something slip in his haste, so he quickly stopped talking, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Tang San smiled wryly and said, "Teacher, you don't need to hide it anymore. Last time at the Shrek Academy, you already addressed him as ' Your Clear Sky Majesty ' in a moment of panic."

"At the time, I was worried about my father's health and didn't react immediately, but after thinking about it carefully, I understood."

He paused, then continued his analysis, "The hammer Martial Soul, my father's name, plus a title like ' Haotian '..."

"If I still can't figure out my father's true identity after two years, then I would be too foolish."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, whose face was old and who looked more like his grandfather.

Tang Hao gazed at his son for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh:

"Since you've already guessed it, then you should also understand the weight of the title ' Number One Tool Martial Soul Under Heaven '."

"How could the Blue Silver Grass, which can coexist with the Clear Sky Hammer within your body, be ordinary?"

Seeing that Tang San seemed about to ask something else, he waved his hand, interrupting him:

"Alright, no need for further words. After the Spirit Master Competition ends and your Soul Power successfully breaks through to level 40, I will take you somewhere."

"Once you get there, all your questions will be answered."

"I understand, Dad." Tang San didn't press further. "I'll go back to cultivate now."

He was already just one step away from level 40, and he'd made it through all these years, so a little more time wouldn't make a difference.

The following day, the highly anticipated championship battle finally began.

However, in the spectator area, the focus of most people's discussion was still the match that ended before it even started yesterday afternoon.

"What are you guys thinking, Heaven Dou Royal Academy? They finally made it into the top three, and they just gave up without even putting up a fight?"

"Exactly! I laid out a whole table of popcorn, fruit, and cold dishes, but before I could even take a bite, the competition inexplicably ended!"

"I heard that Qin Ming, the teacher leading the team from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, was a student from the Shrek Academy before. This must be to preserve the strength of his alma mater."

"Conserving strength? In my opinion, these two teams must have reached some shady agreement."

"That's right, Dugu Yan is a level 67 Soul Emperor, and Ye Lingling is level 59. On Shrek's side, Xiao Wu is level 59, and Zhu Zhuqing is level 58. If they really wanted to conserve their strength, Shrek Academy should be the ones to concede!"

"You can't say that. Shrek Academy is still very strong, especially my goddess Zhu Qing. Her speed, her figure..."

"You let it slip, you shameless slut! You're just lusting after her body. Calling her a goddess all the time, does Zhu Zhuqing even know who you are?!"

"..."