Yu Xiaogang's Humiliation! Taking Tang San as a Disciple? Wishful Thinking!

Xiao Wu felt her mind explode with a bang.

Wash together?!

How could that be okay?!

That was... that was something only married men and women could do!

Her mother had said that a girl's body could only be seen by her future husband!

"N-No!"

Xiao Wu shook her head like a rattle drum.

Those large pink eyes of hers were filled with panic and shyness.

"I... I didn't mean to!"

"Only... only married people can wash together!"

She stammered as she desperately shrank back.

Tang Yuan watched her terrified appearance, the amusement in his eyes deepening.

"Oh? Is that so?"

He deliberately drew out the last word.

"Since you don't want to wash together, why aren't you leaving?"

"Could it be that you're waiting for me to wash you?"

Those words seemed to flip a switch inside Xiao Wu.

"Ah! I'm leaving! Right away!"

"Um... I think I've wiped enough!"

"Prince, please take your time bathing!"

Xiao Wu scrambled out of the bath barrel.

In her haste, she nearly slipped again.

She did not even stop to straighten her soaked clothes, rushing barefoot toward the door like a gust of wind.

With a heavy bang.

The door slammed shut.

The bathhouse fell silent once more.

Only faint ripples remained on the water's surface.

Tang Yuan looked at the tightly shut door and chuckled.

This Rabbit was still as timid as ever.

Still, taming her was not something that could be rushed.

The purer the blank sheet of paper, the more captivating it would be when stained with ink.

He rose from the water.

Droplets rolled down his body.

He grabbed the bathrobe at the side and casually draped it over himself.

Its belt was tied loosely, exposing a broad expanse of his firm chest.

Teasing the little Rabbit had been quite entertaining, but it had also stirred up some desire.

Since the fire had been lit, he naturally needed to find somewhere to vent it.

Tang Yuan stepped out of the bathhouse.

He did not return to the main bedroom.

Instead, he turned and headed toward a courtyard on the western side.

That was where Zhu Zhuyun lived.

Compared with the immature Xiao Wu and the aloof Zhu Zhuqing, that mature, seductive woman who knew how to cater to him was more suitable for putting out his fire tonight.

Inside a dilapidated inn outside Nuoding City.

The room was dimly lit, with only a bean-sized oil lamp flickering.

Yu Xiaogang sat at the table, tightly gripping a yellowed ancient book.

There were still some scars on his cheeks, marks left from when Tang San had beaten him earlier.

Whenever his fingertips touched those painful spots, the corners of his eyes would twitch uncontrollably.

Humiliation.

This was the greatest humiliation he had suffered in his life.

He had been viciously beaten in front of everyone by the disciple he had chosen.

But he did not hate Tang San.

The one he hated was Tang Yuan, who had taken the place by Tang San's side and had even instilled him with misguided ideas.

Yu Xiaogang slammed the book heavily onto the table.

His breathing grew labored.

Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.

What was more, he was the son of Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo.

With such heaven-blessed talent, even a pig could become accomplished through cultivation.

What could a brat like Tang Yuan possibly know about teaching?

He must have forcibly piled up Tang San's level with vast amounts of precious natural treasures.

Such reckless, premature advancement was simply ruining an uncut jade.

Only Yu Xiaogang.

Only the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that he had proposed could truly guide Tang San onto the right path.

Only they could bring the potential of those Twin Martial Souls to its fullest extent.

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang rose and began pacing back and forth through the cramped room.

Though Tang San had been fierce that day, the confusion in his eyes could not fool anyone.

That child had surely been misled by Tang Yuan's crooked ways.

As long as he could see Tang San again.

If he appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him.

Then, with his profound mastery of martial soul theory, he would certainly be able to bring Tang San back from his misguided path.

The stronger Tang San became now, the more it proved how exceptional the child's foundation was.

The credit could never possibly belong to Tang Yuan.

It was all Tang San's own ability.

Yu Xiaogang stopped and looked out at the pitch-black night beyond the window.

His gaze gradually hardened with resolve.

For the sake of proving his theory, for the sake of this one chance to turn his life around.

He could do without his old pride.

As long as he could win Tang San back, who would dare call him a useless Master who only understood theory?

Blue Silver King's Mansion, Martial Arts Arena.

This was the broadest area in the mansion, its ground paved with hard granite.

At this moment.

A nimble figure was darting swiftly across the arena.

Tang San wore black, his movements sharp and fierce.

The innocence and simplicity he had possessed back in Saint Soul Village had long since vanished from his eyes.

The Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand was no longer the frail vine it had once been.

A dim metallic gleam shimmered over its blades.

Every swing tore through the air with a piercing explosive crack.

"Training here?"

A calm voice came from the entrance to the Martial Arts Arena.

Tang San's body abruptly froze.

The fierce killing intent around him instantly withdrew, replaced by utmost deference.

He turned around and saw Tang Yuan approaching with his hands clasped behind his back.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Tang San dropped to both knees, clasped his fists, and performed a deep bow.

"Disciple Tang San pays respects to Teacher."

His head was lowered, his forehead nearly touching the ground.

This reverence came from the depths of his heart.

To him, Tang Yuan was not only the person who had given him a second life, but also the sole guiding light in this world.

Only Tang Yuan, both his Teacher and elder brother, had given him dignity and strength.

Tang Yuan walked up to Tang San and looked down at the youth, who was already beginning to carry himself like a true powerhouse.

"Get up."

"How has your cultivation been during this time?"

Tang Yuan's tone revealed neither pleasure nor anger.

Tang San rose to his feet, but his back remained slightly bent, maintaining his respect for his teacher.

"Reporting to Teacher."

"This disciple has not failed your expectations. My Soul Power has already broken through its bottleneck."

"I am now a level-forty Soul Ancestor."

As he said this, a trace of pride flashed through Tang San's eyes.

But he quickly suppressed it. Before Tang Yuan, he did not dare act even slightly presumptuous.

"Oh?"

Tang Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Show me."

Tang San acknowledged him.

Then, he took a deep breath.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill within him began circulating madly.

Soul Power surged beneath his feet.

Buzz!

The air trembled faintly.

Four soul rings slowly rose from beneath Tang San's feet.

They were not the standard optimal soul ring configuration.

Instead, there were three deep-purple rings, followed by a suffocating black one.

Purple, purple, purple, black!

If other soul masters saw such a soul ring configuration that defied all common sense, they would likely be scared out of their wits.

Tang San made a grasping motion with his right hand.

In his palm, that clump of Blue Silver Grass grew wildly.

But this time, it did not spread outward in all directions.

Instead, the blades intertwined and coiled around one another.

Every blade was like forged steel and iron, with eerie black patterns flowing across its surface.

"Teacher, please look."

"This is a soul skill this disciple created by combining the principles you taught me."

"Undying Blue Silver."

Tang San shouted softly.

The Blue Silver Grass in his hand instantly transformed into a black spear and fiercely stabbed toward a massive boulder nearby.