Yu Xiaogang's Reputation Collapses! A Useless Master, Good For Nothing!

Xue Qinghe's heart pounded violently.

She hadn't noticed at all when these two people had appeared!

If they had wanted to assassinate her...

She probably wouldn't even have had time to release her Martial Soul True Body!

Is this the foundation of Jixia Academy?

Besides that Titled Douluo Lan, besides that group of monster students, there were actually experts of this caliber guarding it!

And judging by the aura emanating from them, they were definitely Titled Douluo level!

Even... stronger!

"I'm going too."

The Ice Empress put her hands on her hips and looked at Lu Ming as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"This academy is so boring, there's nothing fun here at all."

"I want to see what human cities are like too."

Although the Snow Empress didn't speak, her clear, cold eyes looked quietly at Lu Ming, her meaning self-evident.

Lu Ming rubbed his temples, a headache forming.

Why were they all trying to join in the fun?

"Fine, fine, fine, everyone's going."

"Did you bring money?"

Lu Ming asked casually.

The Ice Empress held out her hand righteously:

"You're the dean, of course you're paying!"

Lu Ming: "..."

He turned to Xue Qinghe, holding up the purple-gold card in his hand.

"Luckily, I made a profit just now."

"Then let's go."

Watching Lu Ming lead a large group of beautiful women and walk majestically out of the mountains.

Xue Qinghe stood rooted to the spot, unable to recover for a long time.

The sounds of Gongsun Li and the Ice Empress arguing drifted on the wind.

"Hey, don't push Brother Lu Ming!"

"Hmph, I'm pushing, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nyah nyah nyah!"

This seemingly warm scene of playful bickering was filled with terrifying implications in Xue Qinghe's eyes.

Every single one of these people could walk around Heaven Dou City with impunity.

Now that they were gathered together...

Heaven Dou City was about to undergo a drastic change.

At this moment.

Within Heaven Dou City, on the most prosperous Vermilion Bird Street.

Even though it wasn't a festival, the street was still bustling with people, lively and extraordinary.

Beside a somewhat secluded tea stall.

Two figures looked somewhat out of place.

One was a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, a stiff expression, and wearing a faded cloth robe.

But his back was straight, his hands clasped behind him, exuding an air of a Master.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

Beside him followed a tall young man with golden hair and heterochromia.

However, this young man was currently in a sorry state, with one arm cradled against his chest and several bruises on his face.

He was the last remaining member of Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai.

Ever since being rejected at the gates, and then suffering the tragedies of Ma Hongjun being severely injured and Zhao Wuji being killed.

Shrek Academy was practically a name without substance.

Flender had taken the severely injured Ma Hongjun to find a place to heal.

Yu Xiaogang, along with Dai Mubai, remained in the city, attempting to find an opportunity, or rather... to find a new sucker.

After all, without funding, his theoretical research couldn't proceed.

"Master."

Dai Mubai irritably kicked a stone by the roadside.

"How much longer are we going to wander around here?"

"Those noble academies aren't buying it at all."

"The moment they hear we were kicked out of Jixia Academy, they won't even let us in the door."

Yu Xiaogang's expression was grim.

He let out a cold snort, a flicker of disdain in his cloudy eyes.

"That's because they're blind."

"My theories are the only truth in the Soul Master world."

"One day, they'll beg me on their knees to come back."

He found a relatively conspicuous spot and sat down, ordering the cheapest pot of tea.

He tried to appear profound here, hoping to attract some discerning individuals.

However.

The chatter of the surrounding tea patrons felt like sharp knives, piercing straight into his heart.

"Hey, did you hear?"

A portly merchant at the next table lowered his voice.

"Something big happened yesterday outside the Jixia Academy!"

"What big thing?"

His companion's interest was immediately piqued.

"I heard that... the Immovable Ming King Zhao Wuji, someone chopped his head off with a single blade!"

"Really? But he's a Soul Sage!"

"Absolutely true! Many people saw it!"

The portly merchant spoke with great animation.

"And that Jixia Academy is just too overbearing."

"I heard Zhao Wuji brought a group of people to cause trouble."

"But someone from their academy just came out and instantly defeated him!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, how tragic."

Hearing Zhao Wuji's name, Dai Mubai's expression turned even uglier.

That was their Vice Dean!

Yu Xiaogang's hand gripping the teacup tightened, his knuckles turning white.

But the next words made him so angry he almost crushed the cup.

"I also heard that one of Zhao Wuji's companions was some guy called Master."

"Right, right, the one who wrote something about Ten Core Competencies."

"That's a complete joke!"

The portly merchant said with utter contempt.

"That Master brought people to the Jixia Academy to peddle his theories."

"Saying there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

"And the result?"

"A female student from Jixia Academy came out and shut him up completely!"

"I heard that Master himself is only a Soul Grand Master of level twenty-something, and he'll never break through in his life."

"And he dares to call himself a Master? And teach others how to cultivate?"

"Isn't that misleading disciples!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

His companion chimed in.

"In my opinion, Jixia Academy is the truly formidable one."

"They don't need any theories; strength is the only principle."

"That Master is just a con artist, specifically tricking fools into their deaths."

Crack!

The coarse porcelain teacup in Yu Xiaogang's hand finally couldn't bear the pressure and was crushed into pieces by him.

Scalding hot tea splashed all over his hand, but he acted as if he couldn't feel the pain.

His stiff face was now contorted and ferocious with extreme anger.

Liar?

A joke?

Misleading disciples?

These ignorant fools!

What did they understand!

How could they comprehend the greatness of his theories!

"Teacher..."

Dai Mubai looked at Yu Xiaogang with concern.

"Shut up!"

Yu Xiaogang abruptly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving violently.

Heaven Dou City, Vermilion Bird Street.

Although a strange little snow had just fallen, it didn't affect the prosperity of this imperial capital.

The street was wide enough for four carriages to travel abreast.

Shops lined both sides, with cries of vendors rising and falling.

Lu Ming walked at the very front, his expression relaxed.

But the atmosphere around him wasn't as calm as it appeared on the surface.

In fact, one could say there was an undercurrent of turmoil.

Gongsun Li clung tightly to Lu Ming's left arm, wishing she could stick to his body.

Her long, slender rabbit ears occasionally brushed against Lu Ming's cheek.

She held a skewer of candied hawthorn she had just bought, eating it with relish.

"Brother Lu Ming, this is so sweet!"

"You should try some too~"

With that, she tiptoed and brought the red fruit, which she had taken a small bite from, to Lu Ming's lips.