Yu Xiaogang's sudden outburst startled Tang San. Tang San looked up at him in uncertainty.
Only then did Tang San clearly see the twisted expression on Yu Xiaogang's face. It was hideous beyond measure, making him seem strangely unfamiliar for a moment.
Chen Yumo was startled as well.
What the fuck, is this guy insane?
Do you want me to play along and say, "I feel like I've always lived in his shadow"?
He was completely baffled, with no idea which of Yu Xiaogang's sore spots he had poked.
Yet Yu Xiaogang was still going on. "Martial Souls are attachments of Spirit Masters. Even if you feed a Martial Soul, it cannot possibly grow. Only the Spirit Master himself can drive the Martial Soul's growth. Your idea that feeding a Martial Soul will make it grow is utterly wrong—and an insult to my theories!"
"Let me tell you, a bug is just a bug. Your Ice Silkworm Martial Soul is trash among trash Martial Souls. It will never have a day to rise!"
"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 any chance of becoming a Spirit Master!"
Yu Xiaogang panted heavily, his Tang Syndrome truly acting up this time.
His furious voice also drew the attention of everyone nearby.
It was noon, and at this hour, most people were either heading out for lunch or returning home after eating. They were standing right outside Nuoding Academy's gates, where there were no shortage of passersby.
As long as they were human, no one could resist the urge to watch a spectacle.
Yu Xiaogang's hysterical roar naturally attracted the eyes of those eager for entertainment.
But those onlooking gazes only made Yu Xiaogang angrier. The hallucinatory effects of the snake venom were still continuing, even intensifying as his racing heartbeat sent blood rushing to his head.
He directly mistook the people watching the show for those who had once laughed at him.
"What are you looking at? Get lost! All of you, get lost!"
The crowd scattered at once, but Yu Xiaogang's previous words were firmly etched into their minds. Before long, the entire Nuoding Academy—and perhaps even all of Nuoding City—would surely know about them.
Once the crowd had dispersed, the spent Yu Xiaogang immediately ran out of strength. His frail body went limp, his vision went dark, and he fell into an infant-like sleep in Tang San's arms.
Yu Xiaogang was asleep, but Chen Yumo and Tang San, who were still awake, fell silent. Both wore ugly expressions.
There was no need to say anything about Chen Yumo. Anyone who got cursed out like that would be furious.
Tang San had initially been somewhat confused about why Yu Xiaogang had lost his temper. But when he heard Yu Xiaogang say that Chen Yumo had distorted his theories, Tang San understood. Chen Yumo had slandered his teacher's academic theories.
Just last night, he had experienced Yu Xiaogang's care. His heart had yet to emerge from the warmth and concern of an elder, so naturally, he unhesitatingly took Yu Xiaogang's side.
Tang San even 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 theories. Feeding your trash Martial Soul is useless, so don't waste your effort."
"And don't ever tell people you studied under my teacher. You aren't worthy."
Chen Yumo watched expressionlessly as Tang San helped Yu Xiaogang away. One hand still dragged the Ice Silkworm, while the other tightly clenched a Cold Mulberry Leaf, tearing it into pieces.
Now he understood.
So he really had struck a sore spot.
At first, Chen Yumo truly had no idea why Yu Xiaogang had suddenly gone crazy. But later, Yu Xiaogang had emphasized that Chen Yumo's Ice Silkworm Martial Soul was an insect, a completely worthless Martial Soul, and that he would never cultivate into a Spirit Master in his entire life.
Wasn't that practically spelling out the answer?
Chen Yumo was not stupid.
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 know?
And then it was: Why could an insect like you have higher Innate Soul Power than me?
Fine, you're an insect. You're trash!
I cultivated from half a level of Innate Soul Power to level twenty-nine. Your Innate Soul Power is even half a level higher than mine, yet I'm certain you can't even break through to become a Spirit Master. You'll never possess a single Spirit Ring in this lifetime!
See? He's the real piece of trash. I cultivated to level twenty-nine, so I'm already a genius!
Putting one down to praise another. 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 even nearly failed to resist the impulse to pull out his Recurve Crossbow and give Yu Xiaogang a shot.
What rank are you, Yu Xiaogang, to dare yap at me like that?
Still, he held himself back.
Now that his path ahead was clear, his prospects were limitless and his future bright. At the very least, he would become a nine-ring Titled Douluo someday, with godhood within reach.
It would indeed be easy to kill Yu Xiaogang now over a fit of anger. Taking something out of the System Space was silent and invisible, and the already-cocked Recurve Crossbow could be used the instant he took it out.
Never mind whether Tang San could react in time. Even if he could, he could not possibly dodge while carrying Yu Xiaogang. Chen Yumo only needed to pull the trigger to send Yu Xiaogang to meet the Mandala Snake.
But what then?
Leaving aside 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 frontal combat. A prepared Tang San would not give Chen Yumo the chance to cock it again, and Purple Demon Eye and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track were exceptionally effective against weapons that relied on aiming.
Either he killed Yu Xiaogang, then got turned into a sieve by Tang San's Hidden Weapons.
Or he killed Yu Xiaogang, got lucky enough to take out Tang San too, then got smashed into slime by Tang Hao's hammer.
The moment he acted, death awaited him either way.
"My life is damn precious. Die together with you? What rank are you people to deserve dying together with me?" Chen Yumo turned toward the cafeteria, engraving today's grievance deep into his heart.
"There's plenty of time ahead. Someday, you master and disciple will get what's coming to you!"
A gentleman could wait ten years to take revenge!
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.
Having read the plot, he knew perfectly well that his currently isolated and powerless self was absolutely no match for them head-on. But if it came to making their lives miserable in secret, Chen Yumo had ten thousand methods—ten thousand of them.
"After some time, I'll let you know why I have the nickname Unofficial History Immortal, Gangzi!"
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. As he ate, he heard people discussing Yu Xiaogang's remarks at the entrance.
But unlike Yu Xiaogang, none of them had their sore spots poked by Chen Yumo's Martial Soul. Even though Yu Xiaogang had publicly 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 countless trash Martial Souls in the world. In a small place like Nuoding City, how many people dared guarantee that they would become Spirit Masters in the future?
Even someone like Wang Sheng, already around ten years old, only had level-seven Soul Power. He was already the little leader among the Work-Study Students, and there were only more people with worse talent than his.
Having Soul Power at all was already not bad.
To them, today's incident was merely post-meal gossip.
Even so, being watched like a monkey still left Chen Yumo deeply uncomfortable.
In his heart, he traced Yu Xiaogang's name several more times with a red pen, until it was so red it was nearly black.
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