The Master's "Disciple" Delusion? I'll Give You Two Words: Useless!

Soto Great Spirit Arena, backstage VIP corridor.

Outside the lounge of the World Burial team.

Flender pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose with a helpless expression, looking at the excited, crew-cut middle-aged man beside him.

"Xiaogang, are you sure you want to do this? They just won their match and are currently celebrating. Isn't it against the rules for us to barge in and disturb them like this?"

Yu Xiaogang, however, shook his head, his stiff face bearing a look of fanatic persistence.

"Flender, you don't understand."

"In that match just now, the move that boy used, Dragon Roar, was definitely not an ordinary spirit skill! There was no spirit ring flash, yet it caused both mental and physical damage... This is highly likely to be a legendary 'self-created spirit skill'! It might even be some kind of martial soul mutation direction I've never heard of!"

Grandmaster clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with the light of "thirst for knowledge" (though in reality, he just wanted to claim it for himself and write it into his book).

"If I can figure out the principles behind it, my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls theory could be further perfected! It might even fill the theoretical void regarding 'ringless casting'!"

"Besides..."

Grandmaster paused, a hint of arrogance creeping into his tone, "Although these children are gifted, their tactics are extremely crude. You saw it too, the support-type spirit master actually sat down to rest? That is a desecration of the battlefield! If they aren't guided, they will sooner or later perish due to their own arrogance."

"As an elder, since I have seen this, I have a responsibility to offer them some pointers."

Flender's mouth twitched.

Pointers?

They took down the Mad Battle Team with a single shout, and they need a level 29 Great Spirit Master to give them pointers?

But knowing his old friend's temper, he could only sigh: "Fine, but I'm telling you now, if you get a cold shoulder, don't blame me for not warning you."

The Shrek Seven Devils followed behind the two deans.

Tang San looked at his teacher's excited back, feeling a sense of worry in his heart. The look in that black-clad boy's eyes... made him instinctively feel that this encounter would not be pleasant.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Grandmaster straightened his collar, assumed a posture of high prestige, and knocked on the lounge door.

"Enter."

A lazy voice came from inside the room.

Grandmaster pushed the door open and walked in.

The lounge was extremely luxurious.

The seven members of the World Burial team had already removed their masks.

Yu Tianyu was lying on the sofa, Ye Lingling was peeling grapes for him, and Dugu Yan was massaging his legs. Yu Feng and Oslo were counting money (winnings from their bets), while the Shi Brothers were eating a late-night snack.

Seeing a group of people barge in, Yu Tianyu didn't even lift his eyelids, simply opening his mouth to accept the grape Ye Lingling offered.

"Something up?"

His voice was cold, carrying an aloofness that kept people at a distance.

Grandmaster frowned.

This attitude made him very unhappy. In his view, even if young people had talent, they should still respect their elders and teachers.

"I am a teacher at Shrek Academy, you can call me Grand... Teacher Yu."

Grandmaster walked forward a few steps with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Yu Tianyu like a torch, "I watched your match just now. I must say, your talent is excellent, and your spirit power levels are outstanding for your age."

"However."

That classic "however" arrived.

Grandmaster's tone shifted, becoming stern: "Your tactical command is an absolute mess!"

The lounge went quiet.

Yu Feng stopped counting money, Oslo put down his wine glass, and Dugu Yan stopped massaging the legs.

Everyone looked at this uncle who was only a level 29 Great Spirit Master as if he were an idiot.

"Oh?"

Yu Tianyu finally sat up, looking at Grandmaster with interest, "Where is it a mess? I'd like to hear the details."

Grandmaster assumed the other party was humbly seeking advice, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

He held up a finger and spoke eloquently:

"First, as a team, the support-type spirit master is the core and the weakness of the entire squad. You actually let that girl (referring to Ye Lingling) sit on the side and rest? What if the Mad Battle Team had a hidden agility-attack spirit master to ambush her? This is irresponsible toward your teammates' lives!"

"Second, those two defense-type spirit masters (Shi Brothers), actually abandoned defense to take the initiative? Although you won, this is a reckless move! If this were a higher-level battle, abandoning defense would be equivalent to suicide!"

"Third, and most importantly."

Grandmaster stared fixedly at Yu Tianyu, "You rely too much on individual power. That shouting skill is powerful, but the consumption must be immense. Once the opponent withstands the first wave and falls into a war of attrition, your team, which lacks sustainability and coordination, will undoubtedly lose!"

After speaking, Grandmaster took a deep breath, putting on an "I'm doing this for your own good" expression:

"Young man, talent is not capital to be squandered. If you are willing, you can come to Shrek Academy in the future to audit my classes. I can help you replan your tactics, and even... research a way to improve that self-created spirit skill of yours."

Silence.

A deathly silence descended.

Even Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun from the Shrek Seven Devils felt a sense of awkwardness. Someone had just one-shot their opponent, and here you were, belittling them as worthless and demanding they audit your class?

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

A sudden burst of laughter shattered the silence.

Yu Tianyu laughed until he was doubled over, tears nearly streaming from his eyes.

"Yanyan, did you hear that? He said he wants to teach me tactics? And teach me how to improve my soul skills?"

Dugu Yan sneered as well, her green eyes filled with mockery. "I heard. Truly a rare sight; a twenty-ninth-level piece of trash actually wants to teach a team of soul masters how to fight."

"How insolent!"

Tang San could no longer hold back. He stepped forward, activating his Purple Demon Eye, and glared at Dugu Yan. "Do not insult my teacher! My teacher's Ten Core Competencies theory is famous throughout the soul master world. How could your likes ever hope to understand his wisdom?"

"Wisdom?"

Yu Tianyu stopped laughing and slowly stood up.

He walked over to Grandmaster.

Although he was only ten years old, his height was already well-developed, and combined with that oppressive dragon aura, he completely overwhelmed Grandmaster in terms of presence.

"Yu Xiaogang."

Yu Tianyu called Grandmaster by his name directly, his tone cold and biting. "Since you insist on delivering yourself to be insulted, I shall grant your wish."

"You say I shouldn't let my support-type rest?"

"Ye Lingling, tell this 'Grandmaster' what your martial soul is."

Ye Lingling stood up, her cold, clear voice ringing out: "Nine Heart Begonia."

"W-what?!"

Grandmaster shuddered, a look of shock appearing on his stiff face. "The immortal support... Nine Heart Begonia?!"

"Exactly."

Yu Tianyu sneered. "With a Nine Heart Begonia soul master, as long as there is a single breath left, the whole team cannot die. And in my tactical system, as long as I haven't fallen, no one can touch a single hair on her head. Since that is the case, why shouldn't she rest?"

"As for your claim that defense-types shouldn't attack..."

Yu Tianyu pointed at Shi Mo and Shi Mo. "That is the mindset of the mediocre. In the face of absolute power and weight, offense is the best defense. If you can't even grasp such a simple adaptation, how are you qualified to talk about tactics?"

"And another thing..."

Yu Tianyu closed in on Grandmaster, his heterochromatic eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"You want to study my self-created soul skills?"

"Yu Xiaogang, is that really research? Or is it just plagiarism?"

"This..." Grandmaster's face flushed red, as if his deepest secret had been exposed. "How can academic exchange be called plagiarism? I am doing this for the development of the entire soul master world..."

"Shut up, you hypocrite."

Yu Tianyu interrupted him without mercy. "Of your so-called 'Ten Core Competencies', how many have you actually practiced yourself? And how many were just copied from the archives of Spirit Hall and patched together?"

"There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters?"

"That sentence, coming from your mouth, is the biggest joke of all!"

"If there are no trash martial souls, then why have you been cultivating for decades and are still only a twenty-ninth-level great soul master? Why is your martial soul, Luo Sanpao, good for nothing but farting?!"

BOOM!

These words were like a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely into the most fragile and insecure part of Grandmaster's heart.

Grandmaster's face turned as pale as paper in an instant. His lips trembled as he pointed at Yu Tianyu, unable to utter a single word: "You... you..."

"You what?"

Yu Tianyu did not give him a chance to catch his breath.

"What? Not convinced? Think I only got here because of family resources?"

"Fine then, I will show you what true bloodline is, and what a... True Dragon is!"

"ROAR--!!!"

It was not a roar from Dragon Slayer Magic.

This time, Yu Tianyu ignited the dormant, supreme bloodline of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon within his body!

An incredibly pure, tyrannical dragon aura, as if an ancient god of thunder had descended, instantly flooded the entire lounge!

"Clatter, clatter, clatter..."

Grandmaster's martial soul—Luo Sanpao, that creature resembling both a pig and a dog—crawled out automatically, beyond his control.

But the moment it appeared, it was as if it had seen its own ancestor. Its four legs went weak, and it collapsed onto the floor, shivering. Even its signature fart was scared back inside, and it let out a whimpering whine.

As for Grandmaster himself, because his senses were linked to his martial soul, he instantly felt a tremor originating from the depths of his soul.

His knees buckled.

Thud!

Under the shocked gazes of everyone present.

The man known as the "invincible theorist," who was currently deathly pale, actually knelt down before Yu Tianyu!

It was not that he wanted to kneel.

It was his martial soul (a failed mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon) instinctively submitting when faced with a true superior dragon clan!

"Teacher!"

Tang San's eyes were splitting with rage.

This was the teacher he respected most! To think he was being forced to his knees by someone?

"You're courting death!!"

Tang San roared, his Eight Spider Lances instantly unleashed. With Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track fully activated, several cold glints (Dragon Whisker Needles) shot straight toward Yu Tianyu's throat.

For the sake of his teacher's dignity, he had developed the intent to kill!

"San! Don't be impulsive!" Flender was horrified, but it was already too late to stop him.

"Hmph, playing with hidden weapons?"

Yu Tianyu didn't even glance at the incoming Dragon Whisker Needles.

He simply raised his left hand.

"Thunder."

Zzzzt--!!!

A blue-purple curtain of lightning instantly unfolded before him.

Those Dragon Whisker Needles, capable of piercing metal and shattering stone, struck the lightning curtain and, like ice meeting magma, were instantly melted into molten iron by the high heat and dripped to the ground.

Immediately after.

Yu Tianyu backhanded a slap.

This slap didn't use any soul skills; it was pure physical strength augmented by a trace of lightning.

"SMACK!!!"

An incredibly crisp sound of a slap echoed.

Tang San, who was mid-charge, was hit as if by an invisible giant hand. He spun three times in the air before slamming heavily into the wall!

"Pfft!"

Tang San landed and spat out a mouthful of blood, half of his face instantly swelling up like a pig's head.

"Tang San, you are too weak right now."

Yu Tianyu withdrew his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe it. "You don't even have the qualifications to make me take you seriously."

"San!"

The Shrek group rushed over to help Tang San up.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun glared at Yu Tianyu, wanting to attack, but were held back firmly by Flender.

Flender was a Soul Saint; he could sense that in that moment, it wasn't just Yu Tianyu's aura in the room.

In the dark corner, there was a murderous aura that made even him shudder, locking onto him (that was Ji Wushuang, who was protecting him from the shadows).

If he dared to make a move, Shrek might be wiped out here today.

"Young man, you have gone too far." Flender said in a deep voice, his face livid.

"Too far?"

Yu Tianyu looked down at Grandmaster, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Compared to the disgraceful things he did to the clan back then, and compared to his theories that mislead his students, what is this little lesson of mine?"

Yu Tianyu bent down and leaned in close to Grandmaster's sweat-drenched face.

In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he whispered:

"Yu Xiaogang, do you know who I am?"

"I am the son of Yu Yuanzhen."

"Your... own nephew."

BOOM!!!

For Yu Xiaogang, this sentence was even more devastating than the kneeling itself.

A nephew?

This youth who humiliated him, suppressed him, and forced him to his knees was actually from the clan? He was his eldest brother's son?

"No... that's impossible..."

Grandmaster's eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself, "My eldest brother's son... how could he be this strong... how could he..."

He had always believed that he was simply a man of talent unrecognized by the world, and that as long as he proved his theories, his clan would beg him to return.

But now, a ten-year-old descendant of the clan had told him through actual action: your theory is a joke, your strength is a joke, and you yourself are an even bigger joke!

"Remember this feeling, trash."

Yu Tianyu straightened up and kicked Luo Sanpao, who was blocking his path, aside.

"In the future, whenever you see our World Burial team, remember to take a detour."

"Get lost."

The Shrek group left with their tails between their legs.

Grandmaster was carried out by Flender and Zhao Wuji, looking as if he had lost his soul, his mouth still muttering incessantly about how it was "impossible" and that "I am right."

Although Tang San's eyes were filled with resentment, he was outmatched in skill and could only endure the sharp pain as he left with the support of Xiao Wu.

Watching their pathetic backs, a burst of cheers erupted in the Imperial Fighting Team's lounge.

"Awesome! That was so satisfying!"

Yu Feng jumped up in excitement. "Brother Yu, that slap you gave him earlier was so cool! That Tang San usually looks so pretentious, I didn't expect him to be such a pushover!"

"And that Grandmaster, it killed me, he actually knelt down to Brother Yu!" Oslo couldn't help but mock as well.

Yu Tianyu sat back down on the sofa; although he had been quite imposing just now, he felt no great ripples in his heart.

Bullying a level 29 Grandmaster was never going to provide much of a sense of achievement.

What he wanted was to destroy Tang San's Dao heart and seize the fortune of Shrek.

This first step had been taken.

"Alright, stop making a scene."

Yu Tianyu waved his hand. "Go back and rest. Tonight is just the beginning; for the next month, as long as Shrek dares to sign up, we will snipe them."

"I want them to be unable to secure a single victory in Soto City!"

Late at night.

Yu Tianyu returned to his hotel room.

As soon as he closed the door, a warm, soft, and fiery body hugged him from behind.

"Well done, my little man."

Ji Wushuang's voice rang in his ear, carrying a tremor of lingering excitement. "Sister saw everything from the shadows earlier."

"Seeing that trash kneel down was simply the most wonderful show Sister has seen in all these years."

She turned to face Yu Tianyu, her purple eyes rippling like water, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"If the Sect Master knew about today's events, he would surely be happy enough to drink a few extra pots of wine."

"As a reward..."

Ji Wushuang suddenly cast a seductive gaze, took Yu Tianyu's hand, and pressed it against her towering chest.

"Tonight, Sister will teach you a new move... a method of dual cultivation."

"This technique is specifically designed to harmonize dragon energy and lightning, and as for the process... it will be very exciting."

The curtains drew shut automatically.

Obscuring the spring scenery filling the room.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Tang San clutched his swollen face, spending a sleepless night in pain and humiliation.