Seeing the light in Tang San's eyes as he looked at Xue Bingchen grow brighter and brighter, Yu Xiaogang completely panicked.
He could not defeat him with force, and his theoretical arguments had been exposed and crushed on the spot. Yu Xiaogang knew he was in the wrong, but he was absolutely unwilling to hand over this "heaven-chosen beloved disciple" so easily!
Since his own strength and talent were no good, he could only reveal his background!
"Wait!!!"
Yu Xiaogang abruptly leaped out, blocking Tang San like a vicious dog guarding its food, and roared himself hoarse:
"Tang San, listen to me! My theory about Twin Martial Souls just now really... really had a tiny, insignificant deviation.
But!"
Yu Xiaogang thrust out his chest, that lofty arrogance returning to his face as he loudly declared:
"In this world, only I, Yu Xiaogang, can perfectly uncover your talent! Even if I cannot, the clan behind me certainly can!"
"I'll tell you my true identity! I, Yu Xiaogang, am the young clan master of the number one Beast Martial Soul sect in the world—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!!!"
"Only by taking me as your master and joining our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will you make the most correct choice of your life!"
When Yu Xiaogang shouted those words, he was full of grandeur and overflowing confidence.
In his eyes, once the name Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was brought out, no matter who it was, they would obediently kneel and submit!
However...
After hearing that impassioned revelation of his background, Tang San not only did not immediately bow and acknowledge him as master, but instead looked at Yu Xiaogang with an exceedingly strange gaze, as though he were looking at an idiot.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"
Tang San muttered inwardly:
Never heard of it. But judging by the name, it should be a powerful sect centered around inheriting some kind of dragon Martial Soul, right?
But...
Tang San's gaze involuntarily flicked toward the purple fat pig, Luo Sanpao, who was chewing mud by Yu Xiaogang's feet.
That Luo Sanpao, which looks just like a pig, has absolutely nothing to do with a domineering name like 'Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon'!
Could it be... that this uncle's parents had some unspeakable secret back then, and he was a mutated breed born from crossing with some stray dog or wild boar?
The more Tang San thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
Besides, the young clan master of a grand sect only has the cultivation of a mere level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster? What does that mean? It means this so-called Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is probably just a trash sect with an undeserved reputation!
Could it be that this Yu Xiaogang fellow, with his level twenty-nine cultivation, single-handedly dragged down the worth of an entire sect?
Tang San mocked him wildly in his heart.
Most importantly, Tang San had always held an incomparably firm obsession in his heart!
After crossing over to this Douluo Continent, his greatest dream was to rebuild the Tang Sect here and carry forward the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapons and peerless arts from his previous life!
I, Tang San, belonged to the Tang Sect in life and will be a ghost of the Tang Sect in death! How could I possibly join some bizarre sect whose inherited Martial Soul is a pig? What a ridiculous joke!
At that point, Tang San had already made an incomparably clear decision.
He turned his head away, no longer looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was hopping about like a clown, and instead fixed his gaze on Xue Bingchen beside him.
The white-haired young man before him was utterly different from that lecherous Yu Xiaogang.
He was like an immortal banished from the heavens, noble and cold in temperament.
His strength was unfathomable; he had neutralized an attack without even summoning his Martial Soul.
He was immensely learned and had seen at a glance that Blue Silver Grass still possessed room to evolve.
Most importantly, he bore Tang San no ill will whatsoever. Instead, he was full of appreciation for him!
What was there left to hesitate about?!
Thud!
Before Yu Xiaogang's ghost-struck gaze, Tang San decisively dropped to both knees, his back ramrod straight.
Then, he clasped his fists with both hands, raised them high above his head, and heavily kowtowed toward Xue Bingchen!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three kowtows rang out solidly, without the slightest bit of flourish!
"Master above! Please accept Little San's bow! From this day forward, Little San is willing to follow at Master's side, heed your teachings, and never shrink from death!"
Tang San's clear and resolute voice echoed outside the gates of Notting Academy.
Boom!
Watching this scene and hearing Tang San's crisp cry of "Master," Yu Xiaogang felt as though five bolts of lightning had struck him at once, leaving his mind utterly blank!
His legs went limp, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground.
For some reason, seeing the "heaven-chosen beloved disciple" he had yearned for and regarded as the capital for his rise now kneeling before another man and kowtowing to take him as master—
Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt an intensely powerful sense of humiliation and grief, as though he had been cuckolded right before his eyes!
No... no! My disciple! My Twin Martial Souls!!! Yu Xiaogang wailed despairingly in his heart, his heart bleeding.
At that moment.
Faced with Tang San's sudden grand gesture, the smile on Xue Bingchen's face grew even deeper.
He did not dodge aside, but calmly accepted the three kowtows.
Only after Tang San had finished kowtowing did Xue Bingchen slowly raise a hand.
A gentle yet immensely vast invisible Soul Power, carrying traces of coolness, appeared out of thin air. Like a pair of invisible giant hands, it steadily lifted Tang San from the ground.
"Little San, rise."
Xue Bingchen looked at Tang San, deliberately sighing as he spoke in the gentle tone of an elder:
"You child, why do you kneel at every turn? A man has gold beneath his knees. Kneeling and bowing are the highest rites reserved for one's birth parents. Since you are taking me as your master, a respectful bow will suffice. How can you perform such a grand ceremony?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San shook his head stubbornly.
He raised his head to look at Xue Bingchen, his eyes full of determination and reverence, and said word by word:
"Teacher, that is not right! The ancients said that one who is a teacher for a day is a father for life!"
"Since I, Tang San, have acknowledged you and chosen to take you as my master, then in Little San's heart, you are like a parent who gave me life anew! When a father teaches his son, and a son kneels before his father, that is only natural and perfectly justified!"
Hearing Tang San's resounding "feudal remarks," Xue Bingchen maintained his inscrutable, dignified expression as a teacher on the surface, his smile unchanged.
But inwardly, he was already overjoyed and nodding wildly in satisfaction!
Good grief! This Tang San really is a Feudal Warrior with one hundred percent purity!
What was this called? This was called: 'The steadfast Feudal Warrior Tang San has sent you a request to acknowledge you as his father... ah no, to become your disciple. Accept?'
Accept! Of course I accept!
Xue Bingchen gloated inwardly:
Click accept, congratulations to player Xue Bingchen for automatically advancing into the 'wild dad' of Tang San, the child of destiny!
If this kid ever dares show even the slightest disobedience in the future, then as his 'dad,' I'll be fully justified in disciplining him!
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