Yu Xiaogang Gets Humiliated

"Such an ungrateful bastard. Pah—!" The Dean of Nuoding Academy cursed again under his breath.

Then he remembered something and turned to instruct the Logistics Director:

"Since the Grandmaster has left, then let him go. Clean up the room he vacated and prepare it for another teacher. Don't let it go to waste."

The room had originally been lent by the Dean of Nuoding Academy to Yu Xiaogang as temporary lodging. Who knew his skin would be so thick that he would stay there for years?

The Dean of Nuoding Academy and Yu Xiaogang were friends. When Yu Xiaogang had come seeking refuge, the Dean valued his title as a theoretical grandmaster of the Spirit Master world and needed his reputation to attract students to Nuoding Academy.

Thus, he had specially hired Yu Xiaogang as a teacher at Nuoding Academy, hoping he could teach the students some Martial Soul theory.

Who knew Yu Xiaogang would not even teach a single class? He was arrogant beyond reason, leaving the Dean of Nuoding Academy helpless and forced to put up with it.

The Dean had thought that keeping Yu Xiaogang around would at least make his reputation somewhat useful, but it turned out that no one knew who he was at all.

What invincible theoretical grandmaster?

No one believed it. He was just a freeloader and a fraud.

The Dean of Nuoding Academy had found it awkward to drive Yu Xiaogang away. He had thought Yu Xiaogang would have at least a little shame and leave on his own.

Instead, Yu Xiaogang was like a stinking lump of chewing gum, stubbornly clinging to the place and refusing to leave.

It made the Dean of Nuoding Academy feel as sick as if he had swallowed a dead fly. He had no idea how many times he had cursed Yu Xiaogang in his heart:

"Disgusting! What a thick-skinned piece of trash! Shameless bastard! ..."

With no other choice, the Dean of Nuoding Academy could only pretend not to see him, treating it as though he were feeding one more dog—no, one more piece of trash.

Yu Xiaogang was worse than a dog. At least a dog could loyally guard the door for you.

"It's good that he's gone!"

The Dean of Nuoding Academy was delighted.

Out of sight, out of mind. He felt much better.

Three days later.

Yu Xiaogang spent twenty Gold Soul Coins to hire a carriage. Traveling through the night at full speed, he arrived outside Spirit City covered in dust.

He paid the fare and stepped down from the carriage.

At the city gate.

The City Guards were inspecting the long line of people seeking entry.

Yu Xiaogang was anxious. Unable to wait, he hurried to the front without lining up and headed straight for the gate.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't you know how to line up?"

A City Guard responsible for maintaining order stopped him, frowning slightly.

"You dare stop me? Do you know who I am?"

Yu Xiaogang was eager to enter the city, and in his anger, he put on the airs of an important figure.

Back when he had been an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall, relying on his title as the invincible grandmaster of Martial Soul theory, he had considered himself quite an influential person in Spirit City.

The City Guard's expression darkened. "I don't care who you are. Go line up."

Yet Yu Xiaogang did not obediently return to the line as the City Guard had ordered.

He puffed out his chest, clasped his hands behind his back, and arrogantly assumed an unfathomable air as he introduced himself:

"The invincible grandmaster of Martial Soul theory. Heard of him? That's me."

"Never heard of you. Go line up!" The City Guard shoved him with a dark expression.

Smack—!

Caught off guard, Yu Xiaogang was shoved to the ground and landed face-first in the dirt.

"Pah, pah—!" Yu Xiaogang quickly scrambled up and spat the sand from his mouth. Then, his face full of rage, he roared, "How could you do this?!"

That shout made the City Guard's expression turn ugly. He drew the knight's sword at his waist.

"Keep making noise, and I'll cut you down with one stroke. Go line up properly!"

Seeing the City Guard draw his weapon with ill intent, Yu Xiaogang shrank back. His lips moved a few times, but he did not dare keep mouthing off.

He chickened out.

Seeing that his grandmaster status was useless, he decided to try another approach.

A moment later, an idea flashed through his mind, and he remembered another method:

"I know the Holy Maiden. I'm the Holy Maiden's friend. Can you let me in now?"

"Heh—!" The City Guard did not give a damn and merely laughed coldly.

Then he looked at Yu Xiaogang expressionlessly.

"I've seen plenty like you. Every year, countless people claim they know the Holy Maiden or are friends with her. If there aren't a thousand, there are at least hundreds. You still dare lie? You're asking for a beating."

As soon as he finished speaking, the City Guard abruptly drew his Knight Longsword. Four Spirit Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—appeared beneath his feet as he slashed at Yu Xiaogang.

Boom—!

Caught off guard, Yu Xiaogang hastily raised a hand to block, revealing the Soul Power aura of a Soul Grandmaster.

Even so, he was sent flying four or five meters and slammed onto the ground.

"Ah—!"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his twisted arm and screamed miserably in unbearable pain.

The City Guard stared at Yu Xiaogang with an unfriendly expression and mocked:

"Heh~~ So you're only a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. Where did this worthless fool come from? With that little ability, you dare pretend to be the Holy Maiden's friend? You really don't know whether you live or die...!"

"Two yellow and two purple? A four-ring Soul Ancestor with the optimal configuration?! Damn it, they actually have a Soul Ancestor guarding the city gate!" Yu Xiaogang was horrified.

"Either go line up on your own, or get the hell out of here."

The City Guard cast Yu Xiaogang a sidelong glance and warned coldly, "This is your last warning. Keep causing trouble, and you die!"

Seeing that the other man was actually a Soul Ancestor, Yu Xiaogang did not dare say anything else. Holding his injured arm and enduring the pain, he slunk to the back of the line and obediently began waiting.

Standing in the line, Yu Xiaogang's face was gloomy as he muttered to himself, Damn it! Once I get into the city, I'll make you pay.

The City Guard ignored him and continued carrying out his duty.

One hour later.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth through the agonizing pain. His face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead.

At last, it was his turn at the city gate.

Yu Xiaogang hurried forward, intending to enter directly.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Did I say you could enter?" The City Guard stopped him again with a dark expression.

"Why are you stopping me? I already lined up. I want to enter the city."

Yu Xiaogang saw that the one blocking him was the City Guard who had broken his arm earlier, and his expression immediately became ugly.

His arm was broken and the pain was unbearable. He wanted to enter the city as quickly as possible and find a Healing-type Spirit Master to treat him.

"Heh—. You want to enter the city? Fine. Show me your Pass Permit!"

The City Guard smiled and held out his hand toward Yu Xiaogang.

"What Pass Permit? I don't have one. Since when did entering Spirit City require a Pass Permit? I'm a Soul Grandmaster. I'm qualified to enter Spirit City."

Yu Xiaogang frowned. He remembered that any Soul Grandmaster could freely enter and leave Spirit City.

He began to suspect that the City Guard was deliberately picking on him.

"You don't have one? Then you're not getting through. Get the hell out of here." The City Guard's face darkened once more.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang became even more convinced. So I offended you just now, and you don't like me, so you want to use your position for personal revenge? Hmph, you think I can't deal with you?

Thinking of this, a smile curled across his lips. He came up with an idea.

Yu Xiaogang immediately shouted, "You're using your position for personal revenge. I'm going to report you!"

His voice was loud and quickly drew everyone's attention.

With so many people here, I refuse to believe you would still dare act so outrageously and use your position for personal revenge. You'll be condemned by everyone, so hurry up and let me through.

Yu Xiaogang put on the bearing of an important figure, one hand behind his back and his head tilted upward at a forty-five-degree angle, looking righteously indignant.

However, things did not unfold as he had hoped.

What greeted him was a huge slap.

Smack—!

A loud slap rang out. Yu Xiaogang spun several times on the spot before falling to the ground. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, while the right side of his face visibly swelled red.

Suddenly slapped and knocked to the ground, Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment.

The City Guard kept his hand extended in the position of the slap and cursed:

"Fuck, I hate trash like you the most—weak as hell, yet always pretending to be something you're not. If that isn't asking for a beating, what is? Get the hell out of here. Otherwise, I don't mind tossing you into Tongzi Building."

The City Guard's expression grew increasingly hostile.

"Ah—!"

A miserable howl suddenly rang out from Yu Xiaogang.

When he had fallen, his broken arm had been pinned beneath him. Once he recovered from his daze, intense pain surged through him, making him wail continuously. He could not even spare a thought for the slap on his face.

"What are you howling for?! Keep shouting, and I'll cut you down myself!"

The City Guard disliked Yu Xiaogang's grating screams and walked over to kick him again.

Yu Xiaogang was startled. Seeing the City Guard's hand about to reach for his sword hilt, he quickly shut his mouth.

He could only purse his lips and make muffled whimpering sounds. Tears and snot streamed down his face from the pain.

"Haha, serves you right. Good beating. You don't even have a Pass Permit, yet you have the nerve to show up here."

"Don't you know that it's a special period now? Anyone who wants to enter Spirit City must hold a Pass Permit issued by Spirit Hall."

"Where did this Iron Dummy come from? Are you here to make people laugh?..."

At that moment, the onlookers nearby spoke up one after another.

They had watched Yu Xiaogang's performance from beginning to end. He was truly weak yet loved to show off.

Rather than sympathize with him for being beaten, everyone was full of disgust and ridicule.

Listening to the crowd, Yu Xiaogang had never expected that they would not help him, but instead laugh at him.

For a moment, Yu Xiaogang was utterly disheartened, filled with resentment and humiliation.

He could not enter Spirit City, nor did he have the face to stay any longer.

Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet and limped away in the direction opposite Spirit City, moving one slow step at a time.

After walking a long distance.

Yu Xiaogang turned back toward Spirit City, his eyes flickering with a sinister light of hatred.

"Spirit Hall, the humiliation you have brought upon me... One day, I will repay it a thousandfold!"

Today's experience deepened his hatred for Spirit Hall even further.