Tang San's Jealousy

Lin Xuan had just borrowed a copy of Records of Soul Master World from the library and was planning to study it carefully after dinner.

Although he knew the general course of events on Douluo Continent, the Original Work had never mentioned the trivial details, local customs, and traditions. He needed books to fill in those gaps—if he truly wanted to fit into this world, such scattered knowledge was indispensable.

Unfortunately, he could not inherit Tang Wulin's knowledge. Even if he could, it would be useless. Who knew whether knowledge from twenty thousand years later would conflict with the version of this world he was currently in?

Yet just as he stepped onto the road leading to the cafeteria, a familiar figure approached him head-on. It was Tang San, who had returned from his Soul Ring Hunt.

"Lin Xuan, I'm back." Tang San's voice carried a trace of coldness, and his gaze was Sharp as a Knife.

"You owe my Teacher and me an explanation. Today, you're giving it!"

His purpose in coming was very clear.

Although Wang Sheng had apologized for insulting Yu Xiaogang, neither Tang San nor Yu Xiaogang had truly forgiven him.

As Wang Sheng's Boss, Lin Xuan naturally had to bear responsibility for his underling.

Lin Xuan had once been stronger than him, but Tang San was now a Soul Master with his First Soul Ring. He believed he could easily handle Lin Xuan, so he came looking for him at the first opportunity.

What threw Tang San even more off balance was that as soon as he entered the academy, he heard students throughout the school talking about Lin Xuan—a mere Level 3 Soul Master who had conquered all of Nuoding Academy in just three days and become the Uncrowned King among the students!

Tang San's heart was filled with resentment and jealousy. He possessed Innate Full Soul Power and had become a Soul Master first. He should have been the center of attention, yet Lin Xuan had stolen all the spotlight.

Ever since Sacred Soul Village, Old Jack's favoritism toward Lin Xuan had been like a thorn lodged in his heart.

Tang San had lacked affection since childhood and was exceptionally sensitive about emotions. Old Jack's poorly concealed favoritism had made him especially concerned.

Now that Lin Xuan had stolen his thunder at the academy as well, Tang San became even more convinced that Lin Xuan had taken everything that should have belonged to him.

Thus, causing trouble for Wang Sheng was only an excuse. What he truly wanted was to defeat Lin Xuan, reclaim his lost dignity and glory, and, if possible, swindle Lin Xuan out of his Hundred Refinements Tungsten Steel Hammer.

For that reason, Tang San directly blocked Lin Xuan in front of the cafeteria entrance, leaving him no room to avoid the matter.

"An explanation?" Lin Xuan tilted his head, his tone faintly teasing.

"I don't think I've offended either you or your Teacher, have I? Even if I rejected your Teacher's offer to take me as his disciple, that hardly counts as becoming enemies, does it?

"If rejecting someone means offending them, then I want the belt around your waist. Are you willing to give it to me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Tang San hurriedly covered the Storage Soul Tool at his waist. This treasure held extraordinary meaning for him. He had never seen anything so miraculous in his previous life, so there was no way he would casually show it to others.

"Then what exactly are you talking about?" Lin Xuan raised a brow and pressed on.

"Your subordinate Wang Sheng insulted my Teacher!"

Tang San's tone hardened, and a flicker of anger flashed through his eyes.

Back in the cafeteria, being forced back by Lin Xuan had already humiliated him. Yu Xiaogang had dragged him away for the sake of the bigger picture, but Tang San had never forgotten the matter—if apologies worked, what was the point of rules?

"Tang San, aren't you being a little too boring?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes, impatience in his voice.

"Wang Sheng already apologized that day. What more do you want? Do you want to kill him to entertain yourself and your Teacher?"

Tang San was left speechless. After a pause, he stubbornly argued, "I never accepted his apology!"

He had come specifically to cause trouble in the first place, so he had never had reason on his side. Now, he looked even more awkward.

"You won't accept an apology, and now you've come to block my path. What exactly do you want?" Lin Xuan spread his hands, his expression calm.

"Simple." A confident smile appeared on Tang San's face, and his eyes gleamed with certainty.

"Either let me teach Wang Sheng a lesson, or fight me!"

What he wanted had never been to teach Wang Sheng a lesson. He wanted to defeat Lin Xuan and wash away his humiliation.

Only by personally defeating the person who had stolen his spotlight could he soothe the resentment in his heart.

Has this guy gone mad over gains and losses, or did he hurt his brain during the hunt? Lin Xuan looked at Tang San, utterly speechless.

He clearly possessed the soul of someone in his thirties or forties, yet he acted so childishly, like a little kid fighting over attention.

At that moment, a figure suddenly sprang out and stood in front of Lin Xuan, pointing at Tang San's nose as she cursed.

"Hey! Who are you? You want to fight our Boss? Are you even qualified? Take a look at yourself first!"

It was Xiao Wu, who had been following Lin Xuan all this time.

After spending this time together, she had come to see Lin Xuan as increasingly kind and dependable. She had long since regarded him as her best friend.

Now that she saw someone daring to bully Lin Xuan, anger instantly surged within her. How could she hold herself back? She immediately went into full attack mode, catching Tang San off guard with a barrage of insults.

"You, you..." Tang San stared at the cute-looking Xiao Wu, whose words were as sharp as those of a shrew, and his face instantly turned livid.

He had initially thought Xiao Wu looked pleasant and had formed a good impression of her. But after that tirade, every favorable impression shattered, leaving only disgust behind.

Lin Xuan grabbed Xiao Wu, who still wanted to keep cursing, afraid that if she continued, she might truly provoke Tang San into losing his mind.

"Alright, Xiao Wu. Stop." He turned to Tang San, his tone calm.

"You want to fight? Then let's fight. But only this once. Afterward, you go your way, and I'll go mine. We won't interfere with each other."

He had his own confidence.

Tang Hao might not value Tang San as much as people believed. As long as Tang San's growth and revenge were not affected, Tang Hao most likely would not interfere too much.

Even if Tang Hao truly cared about Tang San, he would never use his status as a Titled Douluo to attack a mere Level 3 Soul Master like him—at most, he would regard Lin Xuan as a future whetstone for Tang San.

Besides, Lin Xuan currently was not worthy of making Tang Hao lower himself.

Even if Tang Hao truly intended to attack Xiao Wu and him, it would be several years from now. And three years later, Lin Xuan might not fear Tang Hao at all.

"Good!" Tang San agreed without hesitation, a flash of wild joy crossing his eyes. He was completely confident that he could defeat Lin Xuan in a single move.

As long as he won this match, Lin Xuan would be nothing more than a loser in his eyes, no longer worth his attention.

"You!" Xiao Wu wanted to say more, but Lin Xuan firmly pulled her behind him.

"Let's make this quick. I'm still waiting to eat."

With a wave of Lin Xuan's hand, Soul Power surged All over the body, and several Blue Silver Grass stalks emerged from his palm.

The Blue Silver Grass rapidly grew, Entangled, and wove together. Within only a few seconds, it became a Blue Silver Whip half a finger thick and three meters long. With a light flick through the air, it made a crisp snap.

This was the result of his training over the past few days—he had reduced what originally took ten minutes to form into just a few seconds.

He did not need to cultivate Soul Power. By repeatedly exhausting it, recovering it, and practicing, he adapted to soul skills far faster than ordinary people.

"Hmph, all flash and no substance!"

Tang San snorted disdainfully at the sight.

His Blue Silver Grass had only become tough after absorbing a Soul Ring, and it also contained a paralyzing toxin.

Lin Xuan actually wanted to Contend with him by weaving Blue Silver Grass. He truly did not know his limits.

As soon as he spoke, Tang San stepped forward. Soul Power churned All over the body, and a dark-colored, strange-looking stalk of Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm—the deep hue unmistakably revealed the poison contained within.

At the same time, a Yellow Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet and revolved around him, radiating the pressure unique to a Soul Master.

Seeing this, the students at the cafeteria entrance gathered around one after another, their faces full of excitement and anticipation.

On one side was Tang San, a genius Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power who had just obtained his Soul Ring. On the other was Lin Xuan, who possessed Innate Divine Strength and had crushed a Level 11 Battle Soul Master as a Level 3 Soul Master. This battle was Destined to be spectacular.

Xiao Wu stood behind Lin Xuan with her fists clenched tightly. Her eyes were full of worry, but she still believed that Lin Xuan could win.

Discussions rose One After Another among the surrounding students. Some favored Tang San, believing the advantage of a Soul Ring was impossible to shake; others supported Lin Xuan, since he had created far too many miracles.

Lin Xuan held the Blue Silver Whip, his expression calm as his eyes remained fixed on Tang San.

He could clearly sense the poisonous aura on Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, as well as the Soul Power Amplification brought by that Soul Ring.

But he felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, his fighting spirit gradually rose—this match was not only to settle this trouble, but also to test the results of his training over the past few days.

Seeing that Lin Xuan showed no fear, Tang San's confidence grew even stronger.

He slowly raised his hand. The poisonous Blue Silver Grass in his palm moved without wind, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The air seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere filled the cafeteria entrance. A showdown over dignity and glory was about to begin.