The Pointy Top Did the Thinking

A tiger might eat her cubs, but a man should never harm his own child!

If someone could tear apart and control his own daughter's soul for the sake of power and a desire for control, then even if he became a god, he'd still be a beast in human skin!

Tang San clenched both fists and secretly swore to himself: I, Tang San, have lived two lifetimes, and I value loyalty above all. If I have children in the future, I'll cherish them like treasures. I'll never become the kind of self-righteous trash Su Yun talks about!

Then Tang San looked at Grandmaster again.

That was right.

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

Would Grandmaster still have taken him in?

Yu Xiaogang stood with his back to everyone, his face instantly turning beet red.

He wanted to argue, wanted to shout, "I would!"

But he opened his mouth, and his throat felt as if something had lodged in it.

Because he couldn't lie to himself.

He'd taken Tang San on because Tang San was a once-in-a-century genius!

Because Tang San could help him realize his dream of shocking the Soul Master World!

If Tang San had been a genuine good-for-nothing, why would Yu Xiaogang waste his time?

"I... I, Yu Xiaogang, might take Tang San as my disciple... but it's also not very likely that I'd take Tang San as my disciple..."

His mind in complete disarray, Yu Xiaogang had started babbling.

Just then, Su Yun suddenly leaned forward, took off one side of his Sunglasses, and looked Yu Xiaogang's head up and down. His tone abruptly turned a little...

Confused?

"By the way, Grandmaster, there's something that's been bothering me for a while."

"I didn't feel comfortable asking before..."

Su Yun pointed at the top of Yu Xiaogang's head, his expression utterly sincere.

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

"??"

Everyone present, Tang San included, instinctively looked at Yu Xiaogang's head.

Come to think of it...

Under the lights, Grandmaster's somewhat sparse buzz cut, paired with his scalp flushed from anger, did look a little...

Pointier toward the top.

Pfft—

Someone was the first to crack and laugh.

Those words were the last straw.

Yu Xiaogang whipped around. In that instant, humiliation, anger, and the awkwardness of being exposed twisted his stiff face beyond recognition.

He pointed at Su Yun, his whole body trembling with rage, lips quivering. All traces of Grandmaster's dignity vanished, leaving only an infuriated stammer:

"You... you've gone too far!"

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

Yu Xiaogang repeated himself twice, seeming to want to gather his thoughts and strike back, but his mind was a complete blank.

His left brain attacked his right brain, his hindbrain elbowed his forebrain, and the pointy top of his head started doing the thinking. He had no idea how to answer.

"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, the theoretical master stamped his foot hard on the floor. With everyone staring at him as if he were an idiot, he clutched his pointy head and charged out of the cafeteria like a madman.

He left behind a completely nonsensical roar that awkwardly echoed through the air.

With Grandmaster gone, the atmosphere on the Second Floor Cafeteria shifted subtly.

The laughter gradually died down, and everyone's gaze converged on Su Yun, who remained seated at the head of the table, calmly sipping tea.

If they'd looked at him before like he was their wealthy benefactor, now they looked at him like a learned sage.

"Boss Su... you're incredible!"

One of the lackeys swallowed, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

"That thing about logical contradictions, and that survivor bias stuff—you make it sound so high-level! You know so much!"

Wang Sheng went even further, hurrying over with a fawning smile to massage Su Yun's shoulders.

"Godfather! You've got money and brains! You shut that fraud of a Grandmaster up with just a few words! From now on, won't Dorm Seven be able to rule the whole college?"

Faced with everyone's flattery, Su Yun merely pushed up his Sunglasses and waved a hand calmly.

"Just the basics. Don't make a fuss. Sit down and eat. The food won't taste good once it gets cold."

"We should learn from this. Be honest from now on. If you know something, say you know it; if you don't, say you don't. Don't pretend. Come on, have some food."

His nonchalant attitude instantly raised his image in everyone's eyes by another three feet.

Meanwhile, beside Su Yun...

Tang San had remained silent the entire time.

He looked toward where Yu Xiaogang had disappeared, then turned and gazed deeply at Su Yun. His expression was extraordinarily complicated.

There was shock, gratitude, and the reverence one felt upon encountering a true powerhouse.

Tang San knew perfectly well that he'd almost become Grandmaster's disciple.

If Su Yun hadn't stepped forward in time and exposed Yu Xiaogang's true colors with logic as sharp as a blade, he might really have become his disciple.

"Brother Su Yun..."

Tang San drew a deep breath, his tone more solemn than ever before.

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

"And not just that."

Tang San thought back to Su Yun's hypothetical about a hypocrite. A thoughtful light flickered in his eyes.

"You said that someone might hurt even their own family for the sake of control. It was only hypothetical, but it sent chills down my spine!"

"You're right. You can't judge people by their status and theories alone. You have to look at their character too!"

"Compared to you, that Grandmaster... really does seem shallow."

Looking into Tang San's sincere eyes, Su Yun was delighted inside, but kept up his aloof act on the surface.

Su Yun suddenly sighed, adopting the weathered expression of a man who'd seen it all, and began to offer earnest advice:

"Listen to your big brother."

"The world of Soul Master theories is full of deep waters. You're still young and don't have much experience of society..."

"You can't handle that kind of empty, flashy nonsense. We're proper Soul Masters. We have to keep our feet on the ground, understand?"

Su Yun's words brought tears to Tang San's eyes.

What simple, unadorned wisdom—and yet how utterly soul-stirring!

Compared with Yu Xiaogang's hollow theories, what Brother Su Yun had said was truly heartfelt. He was sincerely trying to protect Tang San from getting hurt!

Just look around. Wang Sheng and the others kept calling Su Yun "Godfather." It sounded a bit worldly, but their respect was genuine.

Since Brother Su Yun had given Tang San a new lease on life and was speaking so frankly with him...

Tang San took a deep breath, as if he'd made an important decision.

He abruptly stepped back half a pace, clasped his hands, and bowed to Su Yun, his eyes filled with respect.

"Brother Su Yun! I can never repay your great kindness!"

"I, Tang San, have wandered for half my life, only regretting that I never met a worthy lord. If you don't mind, I, Tang San, would like to make you my—"

"Stop, stop! Hold it!!"

Before he could say "godfather," Su Yun shot up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and clapped a hand over Tang San's mouth.

Su Yun looked horrified and waved his hands frantically.

"No, no, no! Don't!"

What are you doing? Everyone else was just joking, saying it for fun...

San, why are you being serious?!

"Two grown men, talking about godfather and godson? It's so embarrassing!"

"Anyone who didn't know us would think we were some tragic star-crossed lovers!"

"How unlucky! This is so unlucky!"

"Just call me big brother! Don't call me godfather! I'm not old enough for that!"

Tang San blinked. He didn't understand what "tragic star-crossed lovers" meant, but 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 a fist.

"Call me big brother."

"From now on, I've got your back at Notting College. Whether it's theory or a fight, we've got it covered!"

Tang San looked at the fist extended toward him. The serious little face he'd worn until then finally broke into a bright, boyish smile.

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

"Yes, big brother!"

"Good! San!"

Tang San's eyebrow twitched despite himself.

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

Su Bai patted Tang San on the shoulder and chuckled.

"What are you talking about? When I introduce you to other people, I can't exactly say you're my little mistress, can I?"