Yu Xiaogang's Guidance of Tang San Begins to Show

The meal ended quickly, though there was a small incident in the middle.

Wang Sheng was curious why Tang San's Teacher was Yu Xiaogang and worried that Yu Xiaogang had fooled him.

So he told him that Yu Xiaogang was nearly fifty, his Soul Power had remained at Level 29, and he freeloaded at the academy.

But the moment Tang San heard that, he immediately overreacted, leaving halfway through the meal.

The people of Dorm Seven were left utterly baffled.

They couldn't understand why Tang San's reaction had been so intense.

Hadn't they merely spoken the truth?

Nothing they said was wrong, was it?

Xiao Wu had initially wanted to stop him.

She still remembered that Tang San had spoken up for her before.

But when she saw the delicious food on the table that was only half eaten, she ultimately gritted her teeth and let it go.

Xiao San needed time alone to calm down.

As for Yang Yuan?

Though he said nothing, he mentally added another mark against Tang San.

Damn it, I'm treating you, and you dare leave in the middle of the meal?

Are you trying to disrespect me?

Yu Xiaogang's dormitory.

His room was located in a corner on the top floor of the dormitory building.

Tang San waited outside for a while before Yu Xiaogang finally appeared.

Yu Xiaogang looked slightly surprised upon seeing Tang San.

"Xiao San, why did you finish eating so quickly?"

Tang San immediately told Yu Xiaogang everything that had happened at the table.

After listening, Yu Xiaogang was visibly moved, and his gaze toward Tang San grew gentler.

He smiled. "Xiao San, Teacher has long grown accustomed to the strange looks of others. You needn't take it to heart."

"Remember, truth is always held by the minority."

"As for those roommates of yours..."

"They are not people from the same world as you."

"Xiao San, remember this: your future companions are destined to be geniuses as well."

Tang San pondered for a moment after hearing this, then nodded seriously.

"Teacher, I understand!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled in satisfaction.

When he thought of those who mocked him behind his back, a trace of disdain surfaced in his eyes.

He knew that many people in the academy looked down on him just like the members of Dorm Seven did.

But he did not care in the slightest.

How could sparrows understand the ambitions of a swan!

Once he trained Tang San into the continent's foremost powerhouse, who would dare look down on Yu Xiaogang again?

Yu Xiaogang opened the door to his dormitory and led Tang San inside, saying spiritedly:

"Xiao San, come here!"

"Teacher will personally devise a development plan exclusively for your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."

Tang San was overjoyed at those words.

It seemed Teacher was finally going to teach him the real stuff!

Meanwhile, at the academy's Back Hill.

Two groups faced each other.

On one side were Yang Yuan and the people of Dorm Seven.

On the other were more than twenty upperclassmen led by Xiao Chenyu.

Xiao Chenyu stood at the front of the crowd with his arms crossed, his face full of contempt and disdain.

He looked at Yang Yuan, who stood before the people of Dorm Seven, and let out a cold laugh.

"Kid, even if you regret it and beg for mercy now, it's already too late!"

Yang Yuan rolled his neck and feigned surprise.

"You think I'd need to regret anything or beg for mercy just to deal with trash like you?"

He could see the contempt and disdain in Xiao Chenyu's and the upperclassmen's eyes.

So he had no intention of giving them any face, his words utterly merciless.

One sentence said it all.

When it came to arrogance, who had a transmigrator ever feared?

Seeing that Yang Yuan was surrounded by so many of them—

yet not only showed no fear but still dared to be so arrogant—

Xiao Chenyu and the upperclassmen behind him could no longer hold back.

"Boss Xiao, this brat is so arrogant. Let me test what he's made of."

A tall student stepped forward. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a two-meter-long staff instantly materialized.

When Wang Sheng saw him, he immediately stepped out. "Boss, let me take the first match!"

Yang Yuan nodded calmly.

His Double Pupil could see through one's essence at a glance.

Through his Double Pupil, Wang Sheng's Soul Power was roughly equal to that man's.

The latter was slightly stronger, but only by a limited margin.

The two quickly began fighting, initially evenly matched.

But relying on the advantage of his Martial Soul, the tall student soon gained the upper hand.

The people of Dorm Seven all revealed worried expressions.

Xiao Wu gave a soft snort and muttered under her breath.

"Is that all?"

"I should've gone up earlier!"

Yang Yuan glanced at her calmly.

"Fine. You're up next."

"That's more like it."

Xiao Wu proudly raised her chin.

If not for the two black circles around her eyes, she might have looked somewhat impressive.

But now, she only looked silly.

Yang Yuan ignored her and watched Wang Sheng gradually fall into a disadvantage. Chaos Light flickered within his Double Pupil.

"Wang Sheng, attack his lower body."

Wang Sheng froze on the field, then instinctively attacked his opponent's lower body.

The tall student was caught off guard and hurriedly defended himself. His body swayed as he staggered three steps back, giving Wang Sheng a chance to catch his breath.

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up.

Then Yang Yuan's voice rang out again. "Hit his left elbow."

"Hit his face."

"Hit his..."

In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions reversed.

The people of Dorm Seven burst into loud cheers.

The atmosphere on Xiao Chenyu's side, however, grew considerably heavier.

Xiao Chenyu looked at Yang Yuan and decisively said, "There's something wrong with that newcomer's eyes. He should be an auxiliary Soul Master."

"Ling Feng!"

"Boss Xiao!" The moment Xiao Chenyu called out, Ling Feng stepped forward and answered.

Xiao Chenyu said with a grim expression, "Go take down that newcomer and make sure he can't say another word."

"Me?"

"Alright!"

Ling Feng was slightly stunned, but he still agreed.

The next second, he shot out from the crowd and lunged toward Yang Yuan.

"Didn't you want to fight?"

"He's yours. If you can't beat him, bring your head back to me."

Yang Yuan rarely made a joke with Xiao Wu.

"Me, unable to beat him?"

Xiao Wu snorted, then charged straight at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng did not even have a single soul ring. Compared to Xiao Wu, it was obvious who was stronger.

After just one exchange, he fell into a disadvantage.

"How is this possible?!"

Seeing two people fall into disadvantages one after another, Xiao Chenyu could no longer remain still.

He had gathered so many people. If they lost, how would he continue to hold his head high at the academy?

"All of you, get him!"

"Take down that newcomer first!"

Xiao Chenyu gritted his teeth and waved his hand.

No matter what, there were still twenty upperclassmen behind him.

Dorm Seven's only two fighters were tied down. With one auxiliary and a bunch of rabble left, what could they possibly use to fight them?

Yet Xiao Chenyu would soon learn just how ridiculously wrong that thought was.

Watching the crowd rush toward him, Yang Yuan grinned as Chaos Light flickered in his eyes.

The next moment, he took a step forward and charged to meet them.

The people of Dorm Seven were horrified.

Yang Yuan was their backbone now.

They all knew Yang Yuan was strong, but the other side had overwhelming numbers.

Xiao Chenyu's group also thought Yang Yuan had gone mad.

But what shocked them even more was the speed Yang Yuan displayed.

He was more than twice as fast as Ling Feng, an agility-type Soul Master.

Was this the speed a new Work-Study Student could possess?

Yang Yuan's figure seemed like a ghost in Xiao Chenyu's and the others' eyes.

If Tang San had been present, he would certainly have seen traces of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track within Yang Yuan's footwork.

Though he had not yet learned it in full, he could already imitate thirty to fifty percent of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track's form.

Yang Yuan was like a phantom assassin, closing in on his opponents like a ghost. With a single palm strike, he could make one person lose the ability to fight.

His path of movement was like a gale sweeping through Xiao Chenyu and the others.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In just over ten breaths, only Xiao Chenyu remained standing among those who had attacked Yang Yuan.

Everyone else had fallen to the ground, groaning in pain.

Yang Yuan had held back, but injuries to muscles and bones were unavoidable.

Gulp~

At the sight, Xiao Chenyu's body seemed to have been frozen in place as he stood there blankly.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

Though Yang Yuan was nowhere in his field of vision, Xiao Chenyu seemed to have grown eyes in the back of his head and guessed Yang Yuan's position.

"I surrender!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Chenyu immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

But Yang Yuan only answered with a soft laugh.

"Too late!"