Tang San Wants to Kill Yu Xiaogang! Master and Disciple Turn into Enemies! Utter Villainy!

Ning Fengzhi paused, then continued.

"There are reasons why certain core secret manuals are not passed down to outer disciples. It is not because we selfishly hoard them. First, their character and strength may be insufficient; forcing them to practice such techniques would do more harm than good.

"Second, it is also a test."

"If a disciple of unparalleled talent and pure character truly appeared, what sect would be stingy about nurturing them?

"Who would not hope for a Strong who could hold up the heavens and bring glory to their sect?"

"But Tang San treated the sect's tests and painstaking intentions as suppression and deliberate neglect."

"The greater the talent of such a person, the greater the disaster they will bring!"

Ning Rongrong stood to the side, her little face pale. Looking at the boy on the Sky Screen who spoke with such self-righteousness, she felt only unfamiliarity and disgust.

Clear Sky Sect.

Deathly Silence filled the council hall.

The elder who had previously argued most strongly for welcoming Tang San back into the sect now had an old face as red as liver, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

"Scum of the sect!"

Another elder slammed his palm onto the table, furious beyond measure.

"A wolf cub with no ruler, no father, no master, and no sect—if we let him enter Clear Sky Sect, would that not be inviting a wolf into our home?!"

"Today, he can betray the sect of his past life. Tomorrow, he can sell out Clear Sky Sect for profit!"

"Sect Master! There is no longer any need to discuss this matter!"

Tang Xiao stood where he was, his eyes tightly shut. When he opened them again, they were filled with resolve.

Clear Sky Sect could not afford such disgrace!

At the center of the storm, Tang San endured the contemptuous gazes of the entire continent.

His body trembled violently from humiliation and fury.

His teeth ground together with a crackling sound, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He knew that, in the eyes of these old-fashioned people, his actions were utterly rebellious.

But he refused to accept it!

What did I do wrong?

Tang San frantically defended himself in his heart.

They were the ones who failed to recognize true talent!

They were the ones who buried a genius!

If I had not secretly learned them, would Tang Sect's ultimate techniques not have been left to gather dust?

Judging from the result, my actions helped carry forward the Tang Sect!

Since the outcome was good, what did the process matter?!

That's right!

There was nothing wrong with what I did!

As for my mindset... my mindset was also for the sake of the Tang Sect!

I did nothing wrong!

Just as Tang San forcibly twisted his own understanding and tried to justify himself, the image on the Sky Screen changed once more.

The scenes of his past life faded away.

In their place appeared the Junior Soul Master Academy in Nuoding City.

A six-year-old boy wearing plain clothes, with eyes carrying a depth that did not belong to his age, walked through the academy gates.

Then, he saw a middle-aged man of average build and ordinary appearance, wearing black-framed crystal glasses and looking somewhat dejected and downcast.

The image froze.

It was the scene of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's first meeting.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang of Shrek Academy felt his heart suddenly skip a beat.

Above the Sky Screen, the image remained still.

Six-year-old Tang San and the despondent Yu Xiaogang looked into each other's eyes.

Soul Masters across the entire Douluo Continent recognized this man hailed as "Master," the foremost authority on theory who had remained stuck at Rank 29 his entire life.

Yu Xiaogang himself felt his heart tighten as an ominous Premonition rose within him.

He did not understand why the Sky Screen was revealing his first encounter with Tang San to the public.

However, in the next moment, the Sky Screen's actions answered all his doubts—and cast him into a bottomless abyss.

A line of golden narration appeared beside the image, like the most merciless carving blade.

[When they first met, Tang San used the inner sect's ultimate art, Purple Demon Eye, to see through the true nature of Yu Xiaogang's twenty-ninth-rank Soul Power.]

[However, Yu Xiaogang later used his extensive theories to discern that Tang San possessed the Twin Martial Souls of Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer.]

In the image, a trace of dark Killing Intent flashed through six-year-old Tang San's deep eyes before vanishing.

That was not a look a child should have.

It was the look of a venomous snake locking onto its prey, intending to kill with a single strike!

Cold golden words appeared on the Sky Screen once more.

[Twin Martial Souls were Tang San's greatest secret.]

[With his secret exposed, Tang San developed the intent to kill.]

[He thought: This man may be weak, but he knows my greatest secret. Keeping him alive will surely bring trouble. He must be killed!]

Boom!

Yu Xiaogang felt as though his mind had gone completely blank, as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered back a step.

He... he wanted to kill me?

When we first met?

Just because I... I saw through his talent?

Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others also changed expression. The way they looked at Tang San instantly became filled with scrutiny and vigilance.

The image continued.

After Killing Intent surged within six-year-old Tang San, he swiftly suppressed it again.

The Sky Screen's narration followed immediately, devoid of the slightest emotion.

[However, upon further thought, this man's theories are quite unique. Perhaps he can be of use to me, helping me conceal my identity. His life may be spared for now.]

[His killing intent receded, and his disguise arose.]

In the image, the six-year-old child instantly put on an expression of respectful eagerness to learn and bowed deeply to Yu Xiaogang.

"Master, I would like to ask you to be my teacher!"

The childish voice spread across the continent through the Sky Screen.

Yet at this moment, it sent chills down countless people's spines.

What terrifying scheming!

One moment, he had been thinking of how to Kill People to silence them; the next, he could kneel and take someone as his teacher!

Calling such a disposition monstrous would not be an exaggeration!

The Sky Screen gave no one any chance to catch their breath as the image shifted once more.

Soul Hunting Forest.

Yu Xiaogang stood before Tang San, solemnly explaining the knowledge of spirit rings to him.

"Little San, remember this: the maximum age limit for a Spirit Master's first spirit ring is four hundred and twenty-three years."

"For the second spirit ring, the limit is seven hundred and sixty-four years."

"Absorbing anything beyond those limits will lead to only one result: your body exploding and death!"

In the image, Yu Xiaogang's expression was grave, and his words were full of concern for his disciple's future.

Afterward, in order to help Tang San acquire his First Spirit Ring, he did not hesitate to use his twenty-ninth-rank strength to fight a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake.

The process was fraught with danger. Yu Xiaogang nearly suffered a bite from its venomous fangs several times. In the end, relying on his extensive theoretical knowledge, a bit of luck, and Tang San's hidden weapons, they finally managed to kill it.

Tang San successfully obtained his First Spirit Ring.

Seeing this, quite a few people across the continent had their impression of Yu Xiaogang improve somewhat.

Though his strength was lacking, as a teacher, he had indeed done everything he could, even risking his life.

However, the Sky Screen seemed determined to tear every beautiful facade to pieces.

[Several years later, Tang San gradually came to understand the ways of the world and learned more secrets of the Spirit Master world.]

[He learned that the so-called theory of spirit ring absorption limits was merely Yu Xiaogang's personal claim, riddled with errors and omissions.]

[There was no shortage in the world of exceptionally gifted individuals whose first spirit rings could be thousand-year rings, far exceeding his theoretical limit.]

The image changed.

Tang San, now grown into a youth, stood alone beneath a waterfall, his eyes gloomy.

Once again, golden words laid bare his true thoughts for all to see.