Two and a half months later.
After learning everything there was to know about Meng Yiran, Ye Xuan used mental simulation to change his appearance and headed to Blue Tyrant Academy.
His goal was simple: to strike at the Chosen One Tang San's confidence.
Though he couldn't openly make a move against Tang San, slipping a knife in behind his back was still an option.
At Blue Tyrant Academy.
Under the alias "Xuan Ye," Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back in the middle of the training field, dressed in the academy's standard dark-blue uniform. Behind him, Flender and Zhao Wuji both looked on approvingly.
Not far away, Yu Xiaogang's usually haughty face had turned bright red.
"Xuan Ye, have you thought this through?"
Yu Xiaogang forced down his anger, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
"My theories can bring any Soul Master's potential to its utmost limit! You've met Tang San. He only has the Trash Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, yet he's already a Soul Ancestor at level forty-one. That's all thanks to me!"
At this, Ye Xuan's lips curled into an amused smile. His gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang's somewhat portly figure, and he replied in a calm voice edged with bone-chilling mockery.
"Blue Silver Grass is a Trash Martial Soul. You don't need to tell me that. But with your strength as a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, you dare claim you can teach me?"
He slowly raised his right hand. A dazzling Yellow Soul Ring abruptly rose from beneath his feet.
Then a second and third ring appeared in succession: yellow, yellow, purple, purple! The four Soul Rings wove brilliant halos through the air, and powerful waves of Soul Power spread out around them.
The students present all felt a crushing pressure.
"I'm the same age