Tang San: Master Above, I Bow Three Times!

Seeing the way Tang San's eyes grew brighter as he looked at Xue Bingchen, Yu Xiaogang panicked completely.

He couldn't win in a fight, and his theoretical knowledge had been dismantled and crushed on the spot by his opponent. Yu Xiaogang knew he was in the wrong, but he absolutely refused to let this "chosen disciple" be snatched away by someone else!

Since his own strength and talent were lacking, he had no choice but to reveal his background!

"Wait a moment!!!"

Yu Xiaogang lunged forward, blocking Tang San like a guard dog protecting its food, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Tang San, listen to me! The theory I just gave regarding Twin Martial Souls did indeed... indeed have a few insignificant deviations.

However!"

Yu Xiaogang puffed out his chest, his face once again filled with that familiar, lofty arrogance as he loudly declared:

"In this world, only I, Yu Xiaogang, can perfectly unearth your talent! Even if I couldn't, the sect behind me certainly could!"

"Let me tell you my true identity! I, Yu Xiaogang, am the Young Sect Master of the number one beast martial soul sect in the world—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family!!!"

"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 these words, he was full of vigor and overflowing with confidence.

In his eyes, once the name of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was dropped, anyone would have to obediently kneel and submit!

However...

After hearing this impassioned self-exposure, not only did Tang San not bow down, but he looked at Yu Xiaogang with an extremely strange expression, as if he were looking at a complete idiot.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"

Tang San muttered to himself:

"Never heard of it, but judging by the name, it should be a powerful sect that focuses on inheriting some kind of dragon-type martial soul, right?"

"But..."

Tang San's gaze involuntarily flickered toward the purple, fat pig-like creature, Luo Sanpao, which was currently chewing on mud at Yu Xiaogang's feet.

This thing, Luo Sanpao, which looks just like a pig, doesn't have the slightest connection to a domineering name like 'Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon'!

Could it be... that this uncle's parents had some unspeakable secret, and it's a mutated breed born from crossbreeding with some stray dog or wild boar?

The more Tang San thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

Furthermore, a dignified Young Sect Master of a major sect only has the cultivation of a mere level 29 Soul Grand Master? What does this mean? It means this so-called Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is probably just a trash sect with a hollow reputation!

Could it be that this guy named Yu Xiaogang, with his level 29 cultivation, has single-handedly dragged down the value of an entire sect?

Tang San complained frantically in his heart.

The most important point was that Tang San had always held an incredibly firm obsession in his heart!

His greatest dream since transmigrating to this Douluo Continent was to rebuild the Tang Sect here and carry forward the hidden weapons and secret arts of his past life!

"I, Tang San, am a member of the Tang Sect in life and a ghost of the Tang Sect in death! How could I possibly join a bizarre sect whose inherited martial soul is a pig? That would be the greatest joke under the heavens!"

Thinking of this, Tang San had already made a firm decision.

He turned his head, no longer looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was jumping around like a clown, and instead cast his gaze toward Xue Bingchen.

The white-haired youth before him had a style completely different from the sleazy Yu Xiaogang.

He was like an immortal descended from the heavens, his temperament noble and cold.

His strength was unfathomable; he had neutralized the attack without even releasing his martial soul.

He was learned and profound, seeing through the essence of the Blue Silver Grass and its potential for evolution at a single glance.

Most importantly, he held no malice toward him, but was instead full of appreciation!

What was there to hesitate about?!

"Thump!"

Under Yu Xiaogang's horrified gaze, Tang San knelt on both knees without hesitation, his back straight as a rod.

Then, he cupped his hands, raised them high above his head, and bowed deeply toward Xue Bingchen, striking his forehead against the ground!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three loud thuds echoed, clear and decisive, without a hint of pretense!

"Master is above! Please accept this disciple's bow! From this day forward, I, San, am willing to follow by your side, listen to your teachings, and will not shrink from death!"

Tang San's voice was crisp and firm, echoing outside the gates of Notting Academy.

"Boom!"

Watching this scene and hearing Tang San's clear "Master," Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his mind went completely blank!

His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground.

He didn't know why, but watching his "chosen disciple"—the one he had obsessed over and viewed as his ticket to redemption—kneeling before another man to offer his apprenticeship, he felt a crushing sense of despair.

A sudden, intense sense of humiliation and grief surged within Yu Xiaogang, as if he were being cuckolded right before his very eyes!

No... no! My disciple! My Twin Martial Souls!!! Yu Xiaogang wailed in despair within his heart, his soul bleeding.

Meanwhile.

Faced with this sudden, grand gesture from Tang San, the smile on Xue Bingchen's face grew even broader.

He did not dodge, but instead calmly accepted the three resounding kowtows.

Only after Tang San had finished kowtowing did Xue Bingchen slightly raise his hand.

A gentle yet immensely vast, invisible soul power tinged with a hint of chill manifested out of thin air, acting like a pair of invisible hands that steadily lifted Tang San up from the ground.

"Little San, rise."

Xue Bingchen looked at Tang San, deliberately sighed, and spoke in the gentle tone of an elder:

"You child, why do you kneel at every turn? A man's knees hold gold; this kowtow is the highest form of respect reserved for one's birth parents. Since you are taking me as your master, a bow would suffice. How could you perform such a grand ceremony?"

Hearing this, Tang San shook his head with great stubbornness.

He looked up at Xue Bingchen, his eyes filled with determination and reverence, and said every word with precision:

"Master, you are mistaken! As the ancients said, a teacher for a day is a father for life!"

"Since I, Tang San, have recognized you and chosen to take you as my master, you are like a second parent to me in my heart! A son kneeling to his father is only natural and right; it is as it should be!"

Hearing this resonant "feudal declaration" from Tang San, Xue Bingchen maintained his inscrutable, master-like facade on the surface, his smile unchanging.

But inside, he was blooming with joy, nodding frantically in satisfaction!

Good heavens! This Tang San really is a one-hundred-percent pure feudal warrior!

What do you call this? This is: "The staunch feudal warrior Tang San has sent you a request to acknowledge you as a father... ah, no, a request to become your disciple. Do you accept?"

Accept! Of course I accept!

Xue Bingchen gloated inwardly:

Select accept. Congratulations to player Xue Bingchen for automatically upgrading to the 'unofficial father' of the Child of Destiny, Tang San!

If this brat dares to show even a hint of defiance in the future, it will be perfectly justified for me, as his 'father,' to purge him from the sect!