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"Look at that bumpkin..."

"Exactly, making such a fuss over a meal..."

"Probably some poor kid from the countryside..."

Xiao Wu felt her cheeks burn under the surrounding gazes. Embarrassed and annoyed, she lowered her voice and nudged Tang San with her elbow: "Tang San, can you stop making such a scene? It's so embarrassing."

Only then did Tang San realize he had been acting inappropriately, but instead of feeling ashamed, he felt that the people around him were just snobs who looked down on others.

A nameless fire flared up within him instantly.

He stood up abruptly, subconsciously releasing his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. With his soul power fluctuating, he glared viciously at the few people who had been gossiping about him.

"What did you say?!"

Tang San's intention was to use his status as a soul master to intimidate them into silence.

But he had forgotten that anyone capable of dining at the best restaurant in Nuoding City likely had a few soul masters in their own family.

Moreover, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul... in the eyes of many, it really didn't count as a powerful martial soul.

"Oh? You think being a soul master is so impressive?"

"Exactly, a pathetic Blue Silver Grass martial soul, who are you trying to act tough for?"

"Don't come out and embarrass yourself with a trash martial soul!"

These merciless taunts instantly pierced Tang San's most sensitive point: his pride.

His face flushed bright red, his chest heaved violently, and he breathed like an ox, clenching his fists as he prepared to rush over and start a fight.

"Tang San!"

Li Yuan frowned and reached out to press down on Tang San's shoulder.

A force as heavy as Mount Tai descended, forcibly pinning the enraged Tang San back into his seat.

"If you're here to eat, then eat properly. What kind of skill is it to resort to violence?"

"If you have the ability, use your strength and reason to make people submit, rather than acting like a street thug, getting flustered and wanting to throw punches."

"I..."

Tang San wanted to argue, but he suddenly felt a massive force and was pressed firmly back into his seat on the spot.

He looked at Li Yuan in shock. While his face remained calm, his heart was in turmoil: When did Li Yuan's strength become so terrifying?

He remembered very clearly that he had sparred with Li Yuan a few times before.

Back then, while Li Yuan's strength was decent, it certainly didn't have this kind of oppressive force that left him completely unable to resist!

How much time had even passed?

How could his strength have improved so quickly?!

Didn't the teacher say that external beast souls provided very little attribute enhancement to the soul master themselves?

Then what was going on with Li Yuan?

Xiao Wu also felt embarrassed and chimed in, pouting: "Alright, Tang San, can you stop making trouble? Let's just eat first."

Once Xiao Wu spoke up, Tang San had no choice but to grit his teeth and force down his anger: "Fine."

However, his sinister eyes were fixed firmly on the faces of the few people who had mocked him.

You have already invited your own deaths!

With Li Yuan's keen observation skills, he naturally noticed Tang San's subtle actions.

He could already imagine the miserable fate awaiting those people tonight, and he sighed inwardly.

Honestly, of all the people you could offend, why did you have to offend the Tang Buddha?

Afterward, Tang San looked at the fragrant dishes covering the table and swallowed his saliva. Having grown up in poverty and being accustomed to frugality, how could he hold back any longer?

He immediately began to gorge himself, his eating style looking exactly like someone who hadn't eaten in days.

"Oh, this is delicious, truly delicious! Xiao Wu, you should try this too."

"This one is good too, the beef is stewed so tender!"

Tang San was enjoying himself, but it was a misery for Li Yuan and Xiao Wu sitting beside him.

This "gluttonous" way of eating, combined with the loud smacking of his lips, completely ruined their appetites.

The surrounding customers cast undisguised looks of contempt their way.

"Tang San, can you be a bit more refined when you eat?"

Xiao Wu covered her face, unable to bear it any longer, and lowered her voice.

Tang San's movements stiffened, and only then did he realize he had lost his composure again. He gave an awkward, sheepish laugh, "Ah? Oh, oh, sorry, sorry, it won't happen again."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, reached out to tear a plump, juicy leg off the glistening roasted chicken, and handed it to Li Yuan's bowl, "Little Yuan, don't mind him, let's eat."

Li Yuan was indeed hungry; he thanked her, took the chicken leg, and began to eat heartily.

The freshly roasted chicken was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, its aroma mouth-watering, though it was also scalding hot.

As he took a bite, the boiling grease trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Tang San's eyes lit up as if he had found an opening. He immediately pointed at Li Yuan and scolded him in a tone of pained indignation, "Li Yuan! Can't you eat more elegantly? Look at you, grease is running down your mouth—what kind of decorum is that?"

Xiao Wu immediately pulled a lightly scented tissue from her small bag, handed it to Li Yuan gently, and rolled her eyes at Tang San at the same time.

"What does it matter? It's more heroic for a boy to eat heartily; that's what you call having masculine spirit!"

It's still better than some people who eat like they were reincarnated from a starving ghost!

Tang San's eyes widened instantly, "..."

That is not what you said just a moment ago.

How is it that when it comes to Li Yuan, the standards have changed?!

Li Yuan took the tissue, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Xiao Wu, "Thanks."

"Oh, why are you being so polite with me~"

Xiao Wu gave a sweet smile and picked up another helping of vegetables for Li Yuan with her chopsticks.

Tang San watched the two of them "exchanging glances" and "acting lovey-dovey."

He was so envious and jealous that he nearly ground his back molars to dust.

Meanwhile, outside the window.

A burly, bearded middle-aged man wearing a tattered cloak was hiding in the shadows of the street corner, his eyes fixed intently on the table by the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

It was none other than the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and his fists were clenched so tightly they creaked.

It had been over five years, nearly six.

He had assumed that his son, Tang San, possessing Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, would have talent even greater than his own back in the day.

He should have been able to capture Xiao Wu's heart just as he had done in his youth.

At the very least... he shouldn't be losing to that brat named Li Yuan, right?

Yet, after these five years, the situation seemed completely different from what he had envisioned!

That girl Xiao Wu was clearly closer to Li Yuan; the two were laughing and chatting, their behavior intimate.

And his own foolish son, Tang San, hadn't gained any advantage at all; instead, he was like an outsider, and... even a bit annoying?

How could this be allowed?

Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, just like Ah Yin.

How could she be led astray by some other wild brat?!

"No, this cannot go on..."

A cold glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and a sense of agitation surged within him.

A thought struck him, and he conceived a "brilliant plan."

With a flicker of his figure, Tang Hao vanished into the street corner like a ghost.

A few minutes later.

He had already appeared silently outside the office of Yu Xiaogang at Notting Academy.

Tang Hao curled his finger and knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Inside the office, Yu Xiaogang, who was buried in a pile of "theoretical" manuscripts, looked up impatiently upon hearing the knock, "Who is it? The door isn't locked, come in."

The door was pushed open, and Tang Hao walked in.

"Clear... Clear Sky Douluo?!"

Seeing who it was, Yu Xiaogang sprang up from his chair, trembling with excitement, his speech incoherent, "Why have you come? To see you again after six years... it truly is the honor of this Yu Xiaogang!"

Even though six years had passed.

Even though Tang Hao was now down-and-out and disheveled.

In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, the man before him was still the Clear Sky Douluo who looked down upon the world and had hammered the former Pontiff Qian Xunji to death!

He was the god who would live in his heart forever!