Yu Xiaogang Was Nothing More Than a Clown! Tang San Ignored Him!

"Everything's fine."

"No need to worry."

Tang San's answer was brief and forceful, instantly killing the conversation.

The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face stiffened for a moment.

But he did not lose heart.

The child must have had his reasons, or perhaps he was simply sulking.

"That's good, that's good."

Yu Xiaogang gave a dry laugh, then changed the subject and got straight to the point.

"Daily life is one thing, but cultivation is what matters most."

"Xiao San, let me see how far your cultivation has progressed."

"Although you're no longer by my side, I've always been researching cultivation plans suited to you."

Tang San remained where he was, neither moving nor answering directly.

Seeing Tang San's silence, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of delight.

That reaction...

Could he have encountered a bottleneck?

Or perhaps something had gone wrong with his cultivation?

That made sense.

What could a young man like Tang Yuan possibly know about cultivation? He had surely been teaching him nonsense.

Tang San must have gotten stuck at some level and been too embarrassed to say so.

The opportunity had come!

Yu Xiaogang felt the blood throughout his body boil.

He stepped forward, gazing at Tang San with fervent eyes.

"Xiao San, have you encountered a bottleneck?"

"Do you feel like your Soul Power is improving slowly, and that no matter how hard you try, you can't break through?"

"It's alright. Don't feel embarrassed."

"I am Master. There's no cultivation problem on this continent that I can't solve."

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more confident he became, as though he could already see Tang San returning to his side with tears of gratitude in his eyes.

"As long as you come back to me,"

"and cultivate according to my methods,"

"I guarantee that you'll break through to Level Thirty at an incredible speed!"

"You might even be able to reach the Soul Ancestor realm before the age of twenty!"

Yu Xiaogang extended a hand in invitation.

In his eyes, Level Thirty should have been an insurmountable hurdle for Tang San at his age.

Tang San quietly listened to Yu Xiaogang's endless prattle.

A trace of pity flashed through his eyes.

It was the pity of a dragon looking down on an ant.

So this was the frog at the bottom of the well Teacher had spoken of?

Level Thirty?

"No need."

Tang San finally spoke.

"You said you could help me break through Level Thirty?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded confidently. "Absolutely!"

"But..."

The corner of Tang San's lips curled slightly. It was not a smile, but a simple statement.

"I passed that stage a long time ago."

As soon as the words fell, Tang San suddenly stomped his right foot against the ground.

BOOM!

A violent aura erupted from within him.

The surrounding bamboo grove swayed wildly beneath the force of that aura, countless bamboo leaves rustling down.

Immediately after.

Soul rings lit up.

The first soul ring was purple.

Reflected in that deep violet glow, Yu Xiaogang's pupils suddenly contracted.

How was that possible?

His first soul ring was already a thousand-year one?

But it was not over yet.

The second soul ring was purple.

The third soul ring was still purple!

Yu Xiaogang's breathing nearly stopped.

Three thousand-year soul rings?

This completely defied the common knowledge of the martial soul world! His theory of the first soul ring's limit was shattered in that instant.

However.

When the Fourth Soul Ring slowly rose.

Yu Xiaogang felt a buzz in his mind, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

That soul ring.

It was black as ink.

It exuded an oppressive aura of despair.

Black.

A ten-thousand-year soul ring!

The Fourth Soul Ring was actually a ten-thousand-year soul ring!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his mouth opening wide enough to fit two eggs.

His entire body froze in place as though he had been immobilized.

He was utterly dumbfounded.

Th... how could this be possible?

According to his theory, the limit for the fourth soul ring should have been around five thousand years.

How could it be ten thousand?

And this was after the first, second, and third soul rings had all been absorbed beyond their limits!

How could this body possibly withstand it?

"Th... this is..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled. He pointed at Tang San, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long while.

A genius.

No.

This was practically a monster!

A genius without equal!

He absolutely had the potential to become a god!

After the shock subsided, the greed in Yu Xiaogang's heart only intensified.

Such a perfect test subject, such a child destined to stand at the pinnacle of the continent.

He absolutely could not let someone else have him!

He had to become his disciple!

Only then could Yu Xiaogang's name be remembered for generations!

Yu Xiaogang forcibly suppressed the tempestuous waves in his heart.

He was unwilling to give up.

Even if he had been thoroughly humiliated, he would still press on.

"Xiao San... you..."

"What direction is your cultivation currently taking?"

"With this kind of soul ring configuration, without proper theoretical guidance, it's very easy to suffer a cultivation deviation!"

Yu Xiaogang tried to find one last opening.

He did not believe Tang Yuan could possess any profound theoretical system.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's lost and dejected expression, yet saw that he still refused to give up.

He slowly withdrew his soul rings.

All the pressure instantly subsided into calm.

As if everything that had just happened had been nothing but an illusion.

"Since you want to know."

Tang San straightened his sleeves, his tone filled with boundless respect for Tang Yuan.

"Thanks to Teacher's guidance and cultivation."

"What I currently specialize in is neither the Control System nor the Assault System you speak of."

"But rather..."

Tang San raised his eyes and looked directly at Yu Xiaogang.

"The Life and Destruction System."

"The Life System?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly rose. His stunned expression, born of shock, turned into the anguish of someone lamenting wasted potential.

He abruptly stepped forward, his slightly clouded eyes fixed on Tang San as his chest heaved violently.

"Foolish!"

"Utterly foolish!"

Yu Xiaogang vigorously waved his hands through the air, spittle flying everywhere.

"Xiao San, your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass!"

"Even if it has mutated, even if you have a ten-thousand-year soul ring, its essence is still that of a plant."

"Plant martial souls are inherently weak, and their lack of offensive power is an ironclad rule."

"Only by following the Control System, using binding and parasitism to restrain opponents, or taking the poison route and using toxins to make up for insufficient lethality, can you be considered on the proper path!"

By this point, Yu Xiaogang was so furious that his face had gone pale. He pointed toward the King's Mansion, even his finger trembling.

"The Life System? What kind of nonsense is that?"

"That is a field only auxiliary soul masters study. It is for healing!"

"You are a genius with Twin Martial Souls, yet you wasted precious soul ring slots on a Life attribute with no offensive power at all?"

"If it is for self-defense, when you attach soul rings to your second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, in the future, you can simply choose defensive attributes. Why ruin this Blue Silver Grass now?"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more agitated he became. In his eyes, this was simply a monstrous waste.

That brat Tang Yuan was clearly leading a student astray.

Just because he knew a little about cultivation and had piled up his strength with family resources, he thought he was qualified to be a teacher?

He was clearly ruining Tang San's bright future.

"No."

"Absolutely not."

Yu Xiaogang grabbed Tang San's arm, his grip astonishingly strong.