Yu Xiaogang, Stabbed by His Own Disciple

The previous ones were just appetizers.

The real highlight, of course, is reserved for Yu Xiaogang, the "Theory Master" who is renowned throughout the Soul Master World.

His lifelong obsession was nothing more than his Martial Soul Theory, which was all about seeking fame and fortune, and his prized disciple Tang San.

Trapped in a cage of self-deception his entire life, waving his half-baked, incomplete knowledge around, does he really think he's the founding father of Soul Master theory?

Since these are the two things he cares about most, then use these two things to deliver the most devastating blow to his heart.

In Yu Xiaogang's room, the candles had long since burned out.

He lay on the bed, breathing rapidly, his face as pale as paper.

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and she sank into the blankets, as if an invisible hand had pressed her against the edge of an abyss.

Within the illusion.

It was a familiar Training Ground for the Shrek Academy.

The warm sunlight spread across the ground, casting two long shadows.

Yu Xiaogang stood at one end of the Training Ground, his gaze falling on the figure opposite him, and his heart tightened for no reason.

That was Tang San, the disciple he had poured all his heart and soul into, whom he treated as his own son.

At this moment, Tang San's eyes were sinister, and his face showed none of his usual submissiveness and humility.

His aura was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old jade, and he held a sharp dagger in his fingertips.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight as he walked step by step toward Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, you've been lying to me for so many years."

Tang San's voice fell, devoid of any warmth, piercing Yu Xiaogang's chest like an ice pick.

Yu Xiaogang's fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably.

It felt like an invisible hand was gripping my chest tightly, making it hard to breathe.

He had never seen Tang San like this before, nor had he ever heard Tang San speak to him in such a cold and piercing tone.

Tang San was his greatest pride in life and the sole practitioner of his Martial Soul Theory.

It was also the only source of confidence that allowed him to stand tall after enduring countless cold stares and ridicule.

His throat bobbed, his voice trembled, and even his posture became unsteady. "Xiao San! What... what nonsense are you talking about? When has your teacher ever lied to you?"

A sense of panic welled up inside me uncontrollably.

Countless days and nights, the image of him explaining the theory to Tang San surged in his mind.

Could it be... could it be that something really went wrong?

"Your Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul are all wrong. You've ruined my life for so many years."

Tang San didn't pause for a moment, the dagger twirling deftly between his fingers, his tone filled with an overwhelming sarcasm.

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Yu Xiaogang's mind, leaving him dizzy and his ears ringing.

The Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls are the foundation upon which he can stand firm in the Soul Master World, even if his Martial Soul is innately mutated and his cultivation stagnates for decades.

He firmly believed that this theory was flawless and could help Tang San reach the pinnacle of Soul Master.

Now Tang San is saying it was all wrong? And that it harmed him for so many years?

"No! It's not Xiao San! It's not like that!"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head frantically, trying to grab Tang San's arm and explain everything clearly.

"This theory has been tested and verified countless times, how could it be wrong? Let me explain in detail..."

His voice was filled with an almost pleading urgency.

This theory was his lifeblood, the only pillar supporting his life.

He could not accept that his life's work had been completely negated by his most valued disciple.

"An explanation? Even now, you still want to keep lying to me?"

Tang San interrupted him directly, his eyes growing increasingly cold.

"If it weren't for your nonsensical theory, I wouldn't have taken so many detours, wasted so much talent, and ended up in this state today!"

"Yu Xiaogang, you are not fit to be my teacher at all!"

Every word was like a poisoned dagger, piercing Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He staggered backward, nearly falling to the ground.

Just then, the scene in the illusion suddenly changed.

At the edge of the Training Ground, two figures slowly emerged.

Bibi Dong wore a magnificent Pope robe, the gold patterns gleaming in the sunlight.

A cruel sneer curled at the corner of her lips, and her voice carried on the wind, each word piercing to the heart.

"Yu Xiaogang, is this the good apprentice you've taught?"

"You've accomplished absolutely nothing in your life, even turning against your own apprentice. How utterly laughable."

"I must have been blind to have fallen for a self-deceiving piece of trash like you."

Yu Xiaogang's body suddenly stiffened, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

Bibi Dong was his deepest obsession and his greatest regret in life.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Erlong's voice rang out.

She stood beside Bibi Dong, her face devoid of its usual fervent tenderness, replaced only by utter despair.

The way she looked at him was as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

"Yu Xiaogang, I've always believed your theory was correct, and I've always supported you without reservation."

"I never imagined... you deceived everyone, including me. All that you've dedicated your life to researching isn't yours. What have you been doing all your life?"

Two women he loved to the core, one mocked him relentlessly, the other was filled with disappointment.

"No!"

Yu Xiaogang was trembling uncontrollably.

Not out of fear, but out of a deep-seated despair.

Throughout his life, due to the congenital deterioration and mutation of his Martial Soul, he was ostracized by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, treated coldly by his peers in the Soul Master World, and suffered endless exclusion and ridicule.

The only thing that kept him going was his Martial Soul Theory and his disciple Tang San.

Now, his most prized disciple has told him personally that all his theories are wrong and have ruined him for so many years.

The two women he loved his whole life, one called him a good-for-nothing, and the other was completely disappointed in him.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to say something more, but Tang San had already walked up to him.

The dagger rose, whistling through the air, and plunged viciously into his heart.

Warm blood spurted out, staining his vision red.

The suffocating pain was terrifyingly real. "..."

He could clearly sense that his life force was gradually dissipating with the flowing blood.

His gaze fell on Tang San's eyes.

Those cold, murderous eyes were exactly the same as the way Tang San looked at him during the day after Lin Qingmo had provoked him.

So... so he had been dissatisfied with me all along?

So, my whole life really was a complete joke?

His lifelong theoretical studies turned out to be nothing but castles in the air, making him a laughingstock.

After teaching his apprentice for so many years, he ultimately plunged a dagger into his own heart.

The people who loved him their whole lives were all utterly disappointed in him.

Boundless despair and pain, like a dense, airtight net, wrapped him tightly.

Not even a last breath was left.

"Ha!!!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily.

My body was drenched in cold sweat, which soaked through my undershirt. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost bursting out of the Binding of my ribs.

He instinctively pressed his hand to his chest, where a dull ache still lingered.

Everything in the illusion felt so real, as if it had just happened.

He turned to look out the window.

The sky was already turning a pale white; dawn was approaching.