A Grudge Formed, a Name Added to the Kill List

Yu Xiaogang's sudden outburst gave Tang San quite a fright. He looked up at him in uncertainty.

Only then did Tang San clearly see the twisted expression on Yu Xiaogang's face, hideous beyond measure, so unfamiliar that Tang San barely recognized him.

Chen Yumo was startled as well.

What the hell is wrong with this lunatic?

Am I supposed to play along and say, "I feel like I've always lived in his shadow"?

He was completely dumbfounded, with no idea which of Yu Xiaogang's sore spots he had touched.

Yet Yu Xiaogang was still going. "Martial Souls are attached to Spirit Masters. Even if you feed a Martial Soul, it cannot possibly grow. Only the Spirit Master themselves can drive their Martial Soul's growth. Your idea that feeding a Martial Soul will make it grow is utterly wrong, and an insult to my theories!"

"I'm telling you, a worm is just a worm! Your Ice Silkworm Martial Soul is trash among trash Martial Souls. You'll never amount to anything!"

"You think your Martial Soul can grow up? That's pure wishful thinking! With talent like yours, forget reaching level ten—you don't even have a chance of becoming a Spirit Master!"

Yu Xiaogang panted heavily. This time, he had truly come down with Tang Syndrome.

His furious voice also drew the attention of everyone nearby.

It was noon, when most people were either heading out to eat or making their way home after lunch. They were standing right outside Nuoding Academy's gates, and plenty of passersby came and went.

As long as they were human, no one could resist the urge to watch a spectacle.

Yu Xiaogang's hysterical roar naturally caught the eyes of those who loved a good show.

But those gawking looks only made Yu Xiaogang angrier. The snake venom's hallucinatory effects were still ongoing, and they intensified as his heartbeat raced and blood rushed to his head.

He directly mistook the surrounding spectators for people who had once mocked him.

"What are you looking at? Get lost! All of you, get lost!"

The crowd scattered at once, but Yu Xiaogang's earlier words were firmly etched into their minds. Before long, everyone in Nuoding Academy—and perhaps even all of Nuoding City—would surely know of them.

Once the crowd had dispersed, Yu Xiaogang collapsed from exhaustion after his outburst. His already weak body went limp, his vision darkened, and he fell into an infant-like sleep in Tang San's arms.

Yu Xiaogang was asleep, but Chen Yumo and Tang San, who remained awake, fell silent. Both wore extremely unpleasant expressions.

There was no need to mention Chen Yumo. Anyone who got berated out of nowhere like that would be furious.

Tang San had not quite understood why Yu Xiaogang had become angry at first. But when he heard Yu Xiaogang say Chen Yumo had distorted his theory, Tang San understood. Chen Yumo had slandered his teacher's academic theory.

Only last night, he had experienced Yu Xiaogang's care. He had yet to emerge from the warmth of an elder's concern, so naturally, he stood without hesitation on Yu Xiaogang's side.

Tang San even somewhat regretted stopping to question Chen Yumo. It was all because of his curiosity that Yu Xiaogang had become so enraged.

"Did you hear that?" Tang San looked coldly at Chen Yumo. "My teacher said you distorted his theory. Feeding your trash Martial Soul is useless, so don't waste your effort."

"And from now on, don't tell people you study under my teacher. You're not worthy."

Chen Yumo watched expressionlessly as Tang San supported Yu Xiaogang and left. One hand still dragged the Ice Silkworm, while the other tightly clenched a Cold Mulberry Leaf, tearing it into fragments.

Now he understood.

So he really had hit a sore spot.

At first, Chen Yumo truly had no idea why Yu Xiaogang had suddenly lost his mind. But later, Yu Xiaogang had emphasized that Chen Yumo's Ice Silkworm Martial Soul was a worm, a completely worthless Martial Soul, and that he could never cultivate to become a Spirit Master in his entire life.

Wasn't he practically spelling out the answer?

Chen Yumo was not an idiot.

To put it bluntly, Yu Xiaogang just wanted to elevate himself by putting Chen Yumo down.

Others might not know Yu Xiaogang's cultivation level or Innate Soul Power, but how could Chen Yumo not?

And then there was this: Why could a worm like you have higher Innate Soul Power than me?

Fine, you're a worm. You're trash!

I cultivated from half a rank of Innate Soul Power to level twenty-nine. Your Innate Soul Power is half a rank higher than mine, yet I am certain you cannot even break through to become a Spirit Master and will never obtain a single Spirit Ring in this lifetime!

See? He's the real trash. I reached level twenty-nine, so I'm already a genius!

Putting one down to lift another up. Brilliant.

Tang San's attitude was even easier to understand. That was simply how he was written—blindly supporting Yu Xiaogang was nothing surprising.

But no matter what...

"I'll remember this grudge." Chen Yumo took a deep breath.

He admitted that he was a little heated. He had nearly failed to suppress the urge to pull out his Recurve Crossbow and give Yu Xiaogang a shot.

Who the hell do you think you are, Yu Xiaogang, running your mouth at me?

Still, he held back.

He had already made his path clear. His future was boundless and bright; at the very least, he would become a nine-ringed Titled Douluo, and godhood was within reach.

Killing Yu Xiaogang now over a moment of anger would indeed be easy. Pulling something out of the System Space could be done without a sound, and the already-cocked Recurve Crossbow was ready to fire at any time.

Leaving aside whether Tang San could react in time, even if he could, he could not possibly dodge while carrying Yu Xiaogang. With one pull of the trigger, Chen Yumo could send Yu Xiaogang to meet the Mandala Snake.

But then what?

Not to mention Tang Hao behind Tang San, even Tang San as he was now was not someone Chen Yumo could handle.

A Recurve Crossbow was not meant for direct confrontation. A prepared Tang San would not give Chen Yumo a chance to cock it again, while Purple Demon Eye and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track were also extremely effective at countering weapons that relied on aiming.

Either he killed Yu Xiaogang and got turned into a sieve by Tang San's Hidden Weapons.

Or he killed Yu Xiaogang, somehow got lucky enough to take out Tang San too, and then got smashed into slime by Tang Hao's hammer.

If he acted, he would die either way.

"My life is damn valuable. Die together with you? Who the hell are you to deserve dying together with me?" Chen Yumo turned toward the cafeteria, firmly engraving today's grievance into his heart.

"There's plenty of time ahead. Sooner or later, you master and disciple will pay for this!"

A gentleman takes revenge ten years later—it is never too late!

But then again.

I'm no gentleman. Waiting ten years is what gentlemen do; when Chen Yumo takes revenge, he does it from morning to night.

Knowing the plot, he knew that his currently isolated and weak self was absolutely no match for them head-on. But as for ways to make their lives miserable from the shadows, Chen Yumo had ten thousand—ten thousand of them.

"After a while, Gangzi, I'll let you know why I have the nickname Unofficial History Immortal!"

Afterward, Chen Yumo went to the cafeteria with a dark expression to eat.

By the time he was eating, what had happened at the academy gates had already spread. Even during his meal, he heard people discussing Yu Xiaogang's words at the entrance.

However, unlike Yu Xiaogang, these people had not had their sore spots poked by Chen Yumo's Martial Soul. Even though Yu Xiaogang had openly declared that Chen Yumo possessed a trash Martial Soul that could never break through to become a Spirit Master, they did not look at him strangely.

There were plenty of trash Martial Souls in the world. In a little place like Nuoding City, how many people could confidently claim they would definitely become Spirit Masters in the future?

Even someone like Wang Sheng, who was already around ten years old, had only reached level seven Soul Power. Yet he was already the leader of the Work-Study Students. There would only be more people with worse talent than his.

Having Soul Power at all was good enough.

To them, today's events were merely after-meal gossip.

Even so, being watched like a monkey still made Chen Yumo feel awful.

In his heart, he went over Yu Xiaogang's name several more times with a red pen, until it was nearly black with red.