The Tip Replaces Thought

Even a venomous tiger does not eat its own cub!

If for the sake of power and the urge to control, someone could tear apart and manipulate their own biological daughter's soul, then even if that person became a god, they would be nothing more than a beast wearing human skin!

Tang San's fists clenched tightly as he silently swore in his heart: I, Tang San, have lived two lives and value bonds above all else. If I ever have children in the future, I will treasure them like precious gems. I will never become the kind of sanctimonious trash Boss Su described!

Then Tang San turned his gaze to this Grandmaster.

Yes.

If he didn't have Innate Full Soul Power, if he didn't have Twin Martial Souls...

Would Grandmaster still take him in?

Yu Xiaogang stood with his back to the crowd, his face instantly flushing the color of pig liver.

He wanted to retort, wanted to shout, "I would."

But he opened his mouth, and his throat felt as if something were blocking it.

Because he couldn't lie to himself.

He took Tang San as a disciple because Tang San was a once-in-a-century genius!

Because Tang San could help him realize the dream that would shake the entire soul master world!

If he were truly a waste, why would Yu Xiaogang waste his time?

"I... I, Yu Xiaogang, might take Tang San as my disciple... but taking Tang San as my disciple is also unlikely..."

With his mind in utter chaos, Yu Xiaogang began to babble nonsense.

Just then, Su Yun suddenly leaned forward, took off half his sunglasses, and looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, his tone suddenly turning somewhat...

Puzzled?

"Oh, right, Grandmaster, there's one more thing that's been bothering me for a while."

"I didn't dare ask earlier..."

Su Yun extended a finger, pointing at the top of Yu Xiaogang's head, his expression earnest.

"Your head... why is it getting pointier and pointier?"

"??"

Everyone in the room, including Tang San, instinctively looked at Yu Xiaogang's head.

Come to think of it...

Under the glow of the lights, Grandmaster's thinning crew cut, combined with a scalp flushed red from anger, did have a shape that was somewhat...

Getting narrower toward the top.

Pfft—

Someone couldn't hold back their laughter first.

This sentence was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Yu Xiaogang spun around abruptly. In that instant, shame, fury, and the embarrassment of being exposed twisted his rigid face beyond recognition.

He pointed at Su Yun, his entire body trembling with rage, his lips quivering. All traces of his Grandmaster demeanor vanished, leaving only a flustered stammer:

"You... you go too far!!"

"Then let me ask you! Let me ask you!!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted twice, as if trying to organize his thoughts for a counterattack, but his mind was a blank.

His left brain attacked his right brain, his cerebellum elbowed his cerebrum, and the pointy top of his head seemed to take over his thinking, leaving him utterly unable to respond.

"Then let me ask you!! Are you a man or a woman?! If you're a man, right?!"

"Huh?! Right?! Then let me ask you!!!"

"Hmph!!!"

In the end, this theoretical Grandmaster stomped his foot hard on the floor, and under the gazes of everyone looking at him like he was an idiot, he covered his pointy head and charged out of the cafeteria door like a madman.

Leaving behind only a roar devoid of logic, echoing awkwardly in the air.

With Grandmaster's departure, the atmosphere on the second floor of the cafeteria shifted subtly.

The laughter gradually died down, and everyone's eyes, almost in unison, converged on Su Yun, who still sat calmly at the head of the table, sipping his tea.

If the looks before were those for a sugar daddy, now they were those for a learned sage.

"Boss Su... you're way too amazing, right?"

A lackey swallowed his saliva, stars practically shining in his eyes.

"That thing about logical mutual exclusion, and that survivor bias—it sounds so advanced! You really know a lot!"

Wang Sheng even leaned in directly, flattering him as he kneaded Su Yun's shoulders.

"Godfather! Not only are you rich, but you're also cultured! Even that bluffing Grandmaster was left speechless by just a few of your words! From now on, can our Seventh Dorm still not walk sideways in the academy?"

Facing the barrage of flattery, Su Yun just pushed up his sunglasses and waved his hand calmly.

"Basic moves, don't call it godly. Everyone sit down and eat—the food won't taste good cold."

"Let this be a lesson: from now on, be honest in life. Know what you know, admit what you don't, and never fake it. Come on, eat."

This carefree attitude instantly elevated his image in everyone's eyes by another three zhang.

And beside Su Yun, Tang San remained silent the whole time.

He watched the direction Yu Xiaogang had disappeared, then turned back, gazing deeply at Su Yun beside him, his expression extremely complex.

It was shock, gratitude, and the admiration of someone who had encountered a true powerhouse.

Tang San knew very well in his heart that he had almost taken a master just now.

If Su Yun hadn't stepped in at that moment, using that razor-sharp logic to expose Yu Xiaogang's true colors, he probably would have truly become his disciple.

"Brother Su Yun..."

Tang San took a deep breath, his tone carrying unprecedented solemnity.

"Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have been deceived today."

"And not just that."

Tang San recalled Su Yun's earlier hypothetical about hypocrites, a glint of contemplation in his eyes.

"That thing you said—about people who hurt even their own family for the sake of control—even though it was just a hypothetical, it sent chills down my spine!"

"You're right. Judging people can't just be by status and theory; you have to look at character!"

"Compared to you, that Grandmaster... really does seem too hollow."

Su Yun looked at Tang San's sincere eyes, his heart blooming with joy, but he kept up his cool persona on the surface.

Su Yun suddenly sighed, putting on the weathered expression of someone who'd been through it all, and began to speak earnestly:

"Listen to your big brother's advice."

"The waters in this soul master theory world run deep. You're still young, with little life experience..."

"You can't grasp those flashy, empty things. We're proper soul masters—we need to keep our feet on the ground, understand?"

These words made Tang San's eyes redden.

What simple, unadorned, yet earth-shattering wisdom!

Compared to Yu Xiaogang's hollow theories, Brother Su Yun's words were truly from the heart, genuinely protecting him from harm!

Looking around, Wang Sheng and the others called him 'Yifu' with every breath—though it sounded worldly, the respect in it couldn't be faked.

Since Brother Su Yun had given him a new lease on life and was so open with him...

Tang San took a deep breath, as if making a major decision.

He suddenly stepped back half a pace, clasped his fists, and bowed toward Su Yun, his eyes full of reverence:

"Brother Su Yun! Great kindness needs no words of thanks!"

"San has drifted through half his life, only regretting never meeting a worthy lord. If you don't mind, then I, Tang San, would also like to swear allegiance to you as my Yi—"

"Stop, stop, stop! Hold it right there!"

Before that 'father' could leave his mouth, Su Yun jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, clamping his hand over Tang San's mouth.

Su Yun's face was full of panic as he waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!"

What the hell? Everyone was just joking, saying it casually...

A-San, why are you taking it seriously?!

"Two grown men, what's with this 'Yifu' and 'Yizi' nonsense? It sounds so cheesy!"

"Anyone listening would think we're some tragic lovers!"

"Bad luck! Really bad luck!"

"Just call me 'Brother'! Never 'Yifu'! I'm not that old yet!"

Tang San blinked. Though he didn't understand what 'tragic lovers' meant, he could tell Su Yun really didn't like that title.

"Then..." Tang San asked tentatively.

Su Yun straightened his collar, put his sunglasses back on, and smiled as he held out his fist:

"Call me 'Big Brother.'"

"From now on at Notting College, Big Brother's got your back. Whether it's theory or fighting, we brothers have it covered!"

Tang San looked at the fist extended before him, and a bright, youthful smile finally broke across his serious little face.

He held out his own fist and gently tapped it against Su Yun's.

"Yes! Big Brother!"

"Mm! Ah-San!"

After hearing this, Tang San's brows twitched uncontrollably.

"Brother Su, just call me Xiao San..."

Su Bai patted Tang San on the shoulder and chuckled.

"What are you saying? When I introduce you to others later, I can't exactly say you're my Xiao San, can I?"