Useless Yu Xiaogang! City of Slaughter, Bring Great-Grandfather Tang Chen Home! (Please Keep Reading!)

Afterward, master and disciple finished their radish and pickles. Tang San then sat cross-legged on the hard wooden bed and began cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

With neither medicinal aids nor a simulated cultivation environment, Tang San's cultivation progress was slow. Every sliver of Soul Power he gained came with painstaking sweat.

[Real World Audience Seats]

"Pfft—"

No one knew who was the first to lose it, but soon the entire arena erupted in laughter.

"This was the so-called guidance of a famous teacher?

Eating radish and pickles while discussing theory?"

"'There are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters'?

It sounded inspiring enough, but weren't you yourself a useless Soul Master?"

"I'm dying. Wasn't this theory basically telling an Innate Full Soul Power genius to cultivate a useless martial soul? If he'd had a stronger martial soul, he would've taken off ages ago. Would he still need to study how to make it wrap tighter?"

Hearing the mockery around him, Yu Xiaogang's face turned Pig Liver Color. His hands clutched the railing so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh.

"A bunch of ignorant fools! What do you know? This is wisdom! This is theory!"

He roared inwardly, yet even he felt a little lacking in confidence as he watched the shabby scene on the Heavenly Screen.

Just then, the scene lighting up on the Right Side of the Heavenly Screen utterly ground Yu Xiaogang's so-called "invincible theory" into the dirt!

[Current World · City of Slaughter · Entrance]

On the right side of the screen was not some academy dormitory, but a dark-red world steeped in the stench of blood and slaughter.

Yet this time, this forbidden land that struck fear into countless hearts welcomed a group of experts powerful enough to flatten everything in their path!

"Boom—!!!"

A Golden Chariot Soul Tool smashed straight through the gates of the City of Slaughter!

Tang Shan stood atop the chariot in a Golden Silk Clear Sky Robe. At his side were Tang Hao, whose aura ran as deep and vast as the sea; the gentle and beautiful Ah Yin; and Tang Tian.

With that lineup, let alone the City of Slaughter, they could have bulldozed the imperial palaces of the Two Great Empires with ease!

"Shan'er, you said Great-Grandfather is here?"

Tang Tian frowned deeply as he looked over this filthy place.

"Yes, Grandfather.

Great-Grandfather was corrupted by the Rakshasa God's will and lost his mind, becoming the King of Slaughter here."

Tang Shan's tone was calm, as though he were speaking of something utterly trivial.

"Today, we're taking Great-Grandfather home."

[Forcing Their Way into the City of Slaughter! Bringing Back a Limit Douluo!]

What followed was simply a one-sided massacre.

The City of Slaughter's so-called enforcement squads and Dread Knights were not even worth calling ants before Tang Tian and Tang Hao.

They did not even need to act. Tang Shan merely unleashed the Six-Winged Sky Dragon Wings, and their holy radiance caused countless Fallen Ones to scream as they turned to ash!

Before long, they arrived at the core of the City of Slaughter—the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, sat upon his throne, radiating an evil aura as he let out a beast-like roar.

"Wretch! Wake up at once!"

Tang Tian shouted furiously. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swelled with the wind, carrying the terrifying pressure of a Level 99 Title Douluo as it smashed straight toward the King of Slaughter!

At the same time, Tang Shan brought forth the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud. Pure holy power instantly enveloped Tang Chen, driving out the Rakshasa God's will within his body.

Ah Yin, meanwhile, unleashed the Blue Silver Emperor Domain. Boundless Life energy nourished Tang Chen's damaged body.

With the combined efforts of three generations, the once-arrogant King of Slaughter finally released a clear cry. The blood-red haze faded from his eyes, replaced by clarity and ancient weariness.

"Where is this...? Tian'er? Hao'er?"

Tang Chen looked at the family before him as though lifetimes had passed.

"Great-Grandfather!"

Tang Shan stepped forward and bowed.

"Your grandson, Tang Shan, has come to take you home!"

[Return to the Clear Sky Sect · Divine Guidance]

The scene shifted back to the mist-shrouded cultivation sanctuary of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Chen sat cross-legged atop a massive piece of Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Marrow, with Tang Shan seated opposite him.

"Shan'er, your talent is rare throughout all ages.

Though you already have your own path, this old man's Great Sumeru Hammer and the mysteries of Exploding Ring may yet give you some inspiration."

Tang Chen, a Demigod-level expert, was personally teaching Tang Shan step by step!

And it was not merely theory!

With a casual point of Tang Chen's finger, the elemental energy of heaven and earth gathered instantly, forming tangible hammer phantoms as he personally demonstrated the ultimate use of power.

How was this merely guidance? This was practically an enlightenment pouring straight into one's mind!

And on the table beside them was not radish and pickles.

Instead, there were bowl after bowl of translucent, fragrant rice—Dragon Tooth Rice!

Every grain resembled a tiny dragon tooth and contained immense Bloodline Power. A single bite was enough to equal several days of arduous cultivation for an ordinary Soul Master!

Beside it lay a Purple-Black gelatinous mass the size of a washbasin—Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Jelly!

This was a priceless treasure that enhanced one's physique and raised the limit of what one's soul rings could endure! In the Original World, it was a treasure that could not be bought at any price, yet here it had been casually laid out like a snack!

[Comparison Summary!]

Left Side:

Teacher: Level 29 Soul Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang. His theories were all guesses, and his real combat relied entirely on hiding.

Teaching material: A useless notebook full of theory and no practice.

Food: Radish, pickles, plain congee.

Cultivation environment: A dilapidated dormitory, noisy and crowded.

Right Side:

Teacher: Level 99 Demigod Tang Chen, the undisputed strongest man in the world, personally teaching him moves.

Teaching material: Great Sumeru Hammer, Exploding Ring mysteries, divine insights.

Food: Dragon Tooth Rice (divine-grade ingredient), Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Jelly (top-grade supplement).

Cultivation environment: Cloud Top Palace, assisted by Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Marrow, overflowing with spiritual energy.

[Real World · All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament Venue]

"Gulp..."

This time, the sounds of people swallowing rose one after another without end.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Especially the disciples of the great sects—their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

"Dragon... Dragon Tooth Rice?

That legendary divine rice that could only grow when nourished by Dragon Clan bloodline?

They were eating it as a staple food?!"

"Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Jelly... such a huge piece?

The last time I saw some at an auction, even a tiny piece sold for an astronomical price. They... just ate it casually?"

"And that man... that was Patriarch Tang Chen!

A living legend!

A Demigod expert personally guiding someone?

That treatment... even immortals couldn't ask for more, could they?"

Then they looked at Tang San on the Left Side, gnawing on radishes while listening to Master's nonsense.

How was this merely losing at the starting line?

The other guy had been born at the finish line, while you were still digging a hole at the starting line to bury yourself in!

Yu Xiaogang had completely slumped in his chair by then, his eyes empty.

What "there are no useless martial souls," what "Ten Core Competencies."

Before the personal guidance of Demigod Tang Chen, before the abundance of Dragon Tooth Rice and Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Jelly, his theories were nothing but a joke.

Tang Shan did not need to study how to make Blue Silver Grass wrap tighter. One swing of his hammer could shatter space itself—what the hell was there left to wrap?