Opening Move: Furiously Rebuking Yu Xiaogang

"Child, believe me. With my Ten Great Spirit Master Theories, I can definitely help you develop your martial soul and make you one of the strongest in the world."

"According to my theories, a useless martial soul could never possess Innate Full Soul Power. So you must have a second martial soul."

Wu Xian was utterly speechless. He looked coldly at Yu Xiaogang, who was gesturing grandly with one hand behind his back, putting on the airs of some lofty master as he spoke at length.

No wonder every transmigrator who came to Douluo had to rebuke Yu Xiaogang at least once.

He actually had the nerve to claim that his theories could turn someone into a powerhouse.

Using that set of theories that had never undergone any practical testing—wasn't that plainly leading people into a trap?

Even miracle drugs in hospitals had to undergo countless tests before they could be used on people.

Yet he intended to apply his theories to people based on nothing more than his own speculation.

Soul Rings were not equipment. Once attached, they could not simply be removed.

Looking at that aged, stiff, corpse-like face of his, combined with the saliva flying everywhere—

Wu Xian could not see even the slightest trace of a master's bearing. He only found it ridiculous.

Seeing signs that the spittle might spray toward him, Wu Xian quietly took two steps back and hid most of his body behind Nuoding Academy's Dean of Students.

On the surface, he seemed to be listening to Yu Xiaogang indulge himself, but in truth, his mind had long since entered the Chat Group in his head.

[Ah Yin: So this is Yu Xiaogang? Then Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong, what exactly did the two of you see in him?]

[Bibi Dong: Ah Yin, watch your wording. I never fell for him. The one who fell for him was me from another world.]

[Liu Erlong: Exactly. The me from another world was blind. Surely you can't say we're blind too, can you?]

[Bibi Dong: Wu Xian, go beat him up and help him clear his head.]

[Wu Xian: Don't mess around, Sis. Beating him up isn't a problem, but tell me, who's dealing with Tang Hao hiding nearby?

If I beat him up, his extremely filial son Tang San will definitely step in. Then I'll have to beat Tang San up too. What if Tang Hao throws away all sense of fair play and stands up for his son?]

[Liu Erlong: Easy. We'll pool some points for you. Exchange them for a World-Crossing Talisman and come to my world.]

Ding, Liu Erlong gifted you ten points.

[Bibi Dong: That's right. After beating him up, come straight to your sister's world. I'll protect you.]

Ding, Bibi Dong gifted you twenty points.

[Ah Yin: Do you want to come to our world? Then I'll contribute too.]

Ding, Ah Yin gifted you twenty points.

Ding, Little Angel gifted you fifty points.

Well, that was generous.

Wu Xian paused for a moment as he looked at that final Little Angel.

Ever since Little Angel had entered the Group Chat, aside from buying the detailed plot summary of Douluo Dalu 1 to 3 that Wu Xian had posted—

the rest of the time, he or she had mostly been idling around. Wu Xian had never seen him or her say anything.

Why had Little Angel suddenly sent him fifty points today?

Judging from the name, along with the apparent enjoyment of seeing Yu Xiaogang suffer, Wu Xian had a few guesses.

However, Wu Xian immediately cast the matter aside.

He had reached one hundred points. It was time to put on a show: the return of the Crooked Mouth Dragon King.

He opened the shop and spent one hundred points to buy a World-Crossing Talisman.

Once he saw the World-Crossing Talisman lying in his inventory, ready to activate at any time, Wu Xian's lips crooked upward, and he nearly burst out laughing.

[Wu Xian: Thank you, everyone, for your generous support. Watch me perform.]

"What kind of dog is yapping away?"

Wu Xian opened his mouth and phrased it tactfully. His crisp, clear voice resounded beside everyone's ears like a clap of thunder.

As though someone had pressed pause, Yu Xiaogang stopped talking. His mouth hung open as he stood there in a daze.

The others were stunned as well.

Everyone turned toward Wu Xian and saw him standing with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down his nose at Yu Xiaogang, who still had not recovered.

"Y-you, what did you say?" Yu Xiaogang finally came to his senses and ground out a few words through clenched teeth.

Wu Xian's lips remained crooked as he said with a smug expression,

"I said, you, Yu Xiaogang, the most useless Soul Master—what the hell are you yapping about like a dog?"

"You're brain-damaged, and that's one thing. But your ears are defective too. Defective ears would be one thing, but you're ugly as well.

Being ugly would be one thing, but you still have the nerve to come out and swindle people. Truly, the shameless are invincible."

As soon as those words were spoken, the Dean of Students abruptly raised his head toward the sky and desperately held back the tears that were about to spill out.

Once Tang San understood, he immediately glared furiously at Wu Xian. "Wu Xian, how dare you!"

Yu Xiaogang, now completely certain that he had not misheard, flushed bright red in an instant.

He raised one hand and pointed at Wu Xian with a trembling finger.

"Y-you, how can you be so disrespectful toward your elders?"

"Do you deserve it?" Wu Xian did not even raise his eyelids.

"W-what?"

"I'm asking whether you deserve to be my elder. How many times have I politely told you that I don't want to learn your bullshit Ten Great Spirit Master Theories?

Yet you kept blocking my path ten times in three days. You even had the nerve to boast about your theories. That trash theory of yours is everywhere; it can only fool three-year-olds.

Or people like Tang San, whose cerebellum is underdeveloped and whose brain never developed at all."

Seeing that even he had been cursed, Tang San's expression darkened. Damn Wu Xian. Insulting Teacher was one thing, but he even dared insult me. You already have a death wish.

Seeing someone disdain his theories, Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage. He could no longer maintain his masterly facade and roared at Wu Xian,

"Bullshit! Which part of my Ten Great Martial Soul Core Competition Theory is not earth-shattering?

You say it's nonsense? Then tell me, where is it nonsense? If you can't, kneel and apologize to me!"

Wu Xian dared to dismiss the theories Yu Xiaogang relied on for fame as worthless and erase the only knowledge he could take pride in.

It nearly enraged him to death.

Even insulting his father would not have made him this furious.

Wu Xian picked at his ear and did not even glance at Yu Xiaogang as he said contemptuously,

"I can't be bothered mentioning your theories that you can't even copy properly. I'll just ask one question: are you a useless person?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened. A breath caught in his chest, unable to rise or fall.

That sentence perfectly described him.

The key was that he had proposed it himself. For a moment, he could not find a single word to refute it.

At the same time, everyone in the Chat Group, who had been watching the livestream from beginning to end, was having a wonderful time.

Since obtaining the Chat Group, they had never had a day as entertaining as this one.

[Bibi Dong: Hahaha, "Are you a useless person?" That's too funny. Well cursed. Reward.]

Bibi Dong gifted you twenty points.

[Little Angel: Nice.]

Little Angel gifted you fifty points.

[Liu Erlong: I'm out of points, but if you come to my world, I'll cover all your expenses.]