Mangekyō Sharingan Without Dojutsu!

Inside the medical clinic.

"No, no!!!"

Yu Xiaogang jolted awake from his nightmare in terror on the hospital bed.

"Teacher, y-you're awake!"

Tang San hurried over when he saw this.

"X-Xiao San, I-I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that I, I..."

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish, pain surged from below. He could not help lifting the blanket to look, only to see that the wound had already been bandaged.

"This, I... I am..."

His pupils trembled. His voice shook, with a faint trace of sobbing mixed into it.

At that moment.

"You're awake!"

The physician walked in. He was somewhat surprised to see Yu Xiaogang awake, but recalling that the man was a Soul Master and would recover quickly, he no longer found it strange.

"Doctor, I... it's healed, right?"

Yu Xiaogang had already recalled the agonizing memories from before he was struck. Yet before the final outcome was completely laid before him, he still clung to a sliver of hope.

"Unfortunately, that thing exploded. With injuries like that, I couldn't treat it. I could only cut it off."

The physician shook his head and gave Yu Xiaogang an answer that filled him with utter despair and pain.

"No—!!!"

Yu Xiaogang burst into tears and let out a despairing howl.

Even when Bibi Dong dumped him back then!

When he learned at the wedding banquet that Er Long was his own cousin!

Or when others mocked him as trash!

None of those things.

Hurt as much as this moment did.

There were some things men might not need, but could not be without.

"T-Teacher..."

Tang San spoke weakly.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's gradually vacant expression, as though he had lost his soul, Tang San could not help feeling guilty. After all, he had caused all of this with his own hands.

Although part of it had been due to Taichu's genjutsu, he had still been the one who acted.

And as a man, he now understood his teacher's feelings very well. If someone dared lay such a cruel hand on him, that person would surely have embarked upon a way of seeking death. But the one who had harmed Yu Xiaogang like this was him, leaving him completely numb.

But he could not exactly say that he himself had embarked upon a way of seeking death!

"X-Xiao San, this matter is not your fault. It is all that trash Taichu's fault."

Upon hearing his voice, Yu Xiaogang looked over. When he saw the "true culprit," flames of anger burned fiercely in his heart. He wanted to rage and curse at him, but he suppressed the thought.

There was no other reason. Tang San's identity mattered not only because he was Tang Hao's son, but also because Tang San was Yu Xiaogang's lifeline.

The success of Twin Martial Souls had already been proven through Bibi Dong.

As long as he raised Tang San well, Tang San's future achievements would be at least that of a Titled Douluo.

What could wash away the name of "trash" hanging over him better than nurturing a Titled Douluo?

Nothing!

So naturally, he could not blame Tang San. He even had to comfort him.

Therefore.

Naturally, it was all the true culprit Taichu's fault.

"Teacher..."

Tang San was deeply moved by Yu Xiaogang's words.

"There is no need to say more. That brat Taichu is the true culprit. Do not take it to heart. You only need to cultivate diligently, then defeat him ruthlessly and trample him beneath your feet. That will be the best repayment you can give your teacher."

Yu Xiaogang did his best to calm himself as he earnestly instructed him.

He certainly bore resentment toward Taichu, but after calming down, he still understood what he wanted most. Only if Tang San succeeded could the name of "trash" be washed from him. And only by trampling Taichu ruthlessly beneath his feet could he exact the greatest revenge upon him.

"Teacher, I will cultivate diligently."

Tang San spoke firmly.

After being thoroughly toyed with by Taichu today, he regarded it as an immense humiliation.

He possessed Twin Martial Souls, had begun cultivating the Tang Sect Secret Arts, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, since childhood, and had even absorbed a Soul Ring to become a One-Ring Soul Master. Yet unexpectedly, he was still inferior to a six-year-old child.

That was right.

His mental age was already thirty-five.

Yet he had been toyed with so badly by a child. It was humiliating beyond measure.

He had to personally reclaim the face he had lost.

Thus.

Inside the medical clinic.

Yu Xiaogang licked his wounds alone, while Tang San began cultivating with renewed determination.

In the shadows.

A figure silently watched everything.

"Forget it. Having an opponent like this will give Xiao San greater motivation to cultivate and allow him to grow up sooner."

After seeing Tang San work even harder, Tang Hao abandoned the idea of directly eliminating that Spirit Hall brat with Innate Full Soul Power. After all, it was merely an Eye Martial Soul that could at most use a little genjutsu. It was nothing significant—something that could be smashed to death with one hammer.

But killing him would serve no purpose and might even expose his whereabouts.

After all.

He had discovered a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had taken human form. If Spirit Hall's people were drawn to this place, then his plans to obtain a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone for Tang San would change.

So he gave up on taking action.

Instead, he treated the other boy as Tang San's whetstone to spur Tang San's growth.

Taichu did not know either.

That he had taken a trip through Ghost Gate Pass.

But even if he had known, he would not have cared. The world was governed by the law of the jungle.

And right now, he was troubled by something.

That was.

"Why has my Sharingan Martial Soul already evolved into the Mangekyō Sharingan, yet I have no dojutsu?!"

After bringing his uncle home and settling him down, he began agonizing over this matter. Logically speaking, when the Mangekyō Sharingan awakened, each eye should give birth to a dojutsu.

Yet.

His Mangekyō Sharingan had awakened, but he could never find the dojutsu that should have been hidden within his eyes. The only thing that gave him some slight comfort was probably the explosive increase in Mental Power after awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan.

It was precisely because of that explosive increase in Mental Power that he could use the Mangekyō Sharingan's power to instantly trap Tang San in his genjutsu and give Yu Xiaogang a hit, turning the latter into a Bakugan Kid—oh no, he should be a Bakugan Old Kid.

"It's impossible for a Mangekyō Sharingan to evolve without dojutsu. Could it be that I awakened my Mangekyō Sharingan the wrong way? Or is this pair of Mangekyō Sharingan actually some bargain-bin version? No, that can't be right. My Mental Power has surged to that extent. It can't be some altered version."

"Could it be..."

Taichu suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Because the Sharingan became a Martial Soul, do I need to absorb a Soul Ring before the Mangekyō Sharingan will awaken its dojutsu? That must be it. There is no other possibility."

If that was the case.

He took out the half-eaten Whale Rubber. His uncle losing a leg today had made him realize the importance of strength.

Without strength, even if those around him suffered a cruel hand, he could only rage helplessly.

"Thousand Year. My First Soul Ring must be a Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

The obsession to grow stronger burned like flames in his eyes. Originally, he had thought there was no need to demand too much from his First Soul Ring—around eight or nine hundred years would have been enough, so as not to stand out too much, draw covetous eyes, and invite disaster.

But now, he only wanted to raise the limit of his First Soul Ring as high as possible. However many years of Soul Ring he could absorb, that was how many years he would absorb!