Vile and Shameless Yu Xiaogang

Most of the lessons covered basic knowledge about martial soul theory. Children their age could barely take it in; it was simply in their nature.

After listening for a while, Xiao Wu simply lay on her desk and dozed off. Clearly, she had no interest in this stuff either.

Still, Xiao Wu looked rather adorable while asleep. Her charming little face was rosy, her breathing steady and rhythmic, and from time to time, her breath brushed against Cao Yan's face, carrying an intoxicating fragrance.

Though the material was boring, Cao Yan still patiently listened to some of it. After all, regardless of appearances, this was Teacher Yue Jing's first lesson. He had to show her some respect.

Besides, Teacher Yue Jing had a great figure. Appreciating it now and then could brighten anyone's mood.

And, in a sense, Teacher Yue Jing taught quite well. At least in Cao Yan's eyes, the knowledge she explained was far better than that Grandmaster who only knew how to spout nonsense.

"Ding, side quest being issued."

"Ding, please prevent Tang San from obtaining a hundred-year soul ring, and deal him a blow."

"Quest reward: None."

"This quest is too simple, so no reward will be provided. Please do your best, Host Brother."

"Uh, a quest with no reward?" Cao Yan froze when the notification sounded in his mind.

Was the system trying to make him work for free? No. Absolutely not.

Working for someone else was impossible. Cao Yan would never work for anyone else in his life.

"System Sister, I protest. This is too unfair. How can you do this? Can the host just be bullied for nothing?"

"Ahem, doesn't Host Brother want to brutally torment Tang San? Doesn't Host Brother want to further increase this system's favorability toward him?" The system giggled, her voice carrying a hint of temptation.

That was true. It seemed he was not really losing out.

Wasn't the fun of being a transmigrator all about bullying Tang San?

With him around, Tang San still wanted to obtain a hundred-year soul ring? Keep dreaming. Dreams had everything.

"Fine, I'll take this quest."

Thus, after the morning classes ended, Cao Yan came up with an excuse and left the academy.

Xiao Wu did not question him about it. After all, she and Cao Yan were only friends for the time being.

Soul Hunting Forest.

This was a Soul Beast forest within Nuoding City, under Spirit Hall's jurisdiction. The Soul Beasts inside were raised by the state, and none exceeded the thousand-year level. They were mild-tempered and weak in attack, making them most suitable for providing soul rings to qualified soul masters.

At this moment, a small battle had just taken place deep in the forest. It had been intense, but everything had now returned to calm.

"Wonderful, Xiao San. This Mandala Snake is probably around four hundred years old. If you absorb its soul ring, your strength should increase significantly." The speaker was Grandmaster. Looking at the Mandala Snake lying on the ground, completely devoid of life, his eyes held unconcealed ecstasy.

"But, Teacher, my martial soul is of the plant type. Can I really absorb the soul ring of a beast-type Soul Beast?" Tang San paused. Although he had killed the Mandala Snake himself, he still did not dare absorb it rashly.

Everyone in the soul master world knew that plant-type soul masters could not absorb beast-type Soul Beasts. So why was his teacher so insistent?

Grandmaster looked deeply at Tang San, rubbed his head, and smiled. "Xiao San, I have great confidence in my theory. There have never been cases of plant-type soul masters absorbing beast-type Soul Beasts because there has never been an example. But practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. Are you willing to trust your teacher?"

At the end, Grandmaster's throat trembled, and a faint bitterness appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Back then, whether it was Spirit Hall or ordinary soul masters, they had all scoffed at his ten core competitiveness theories. No one believed him. He never wanted to experience that kind of pain again.

And now, the Tang San before him would be his only hope.

In a sense, Tang San had already become everything to him.

"Teacher, let me be the one to put your theory into practice. I believe your theory cannot be wrong." Tang San saw fervor in Grandmaster's eyes, and he believed that Grandmaster would not harm him.

After their brief time together, he had already acknowledged Grandmaster in his heart. Grandmaster's place in his heart was even enough to rival Tang Hao's.

"Good, good, Xiao San. I knew I had not misjudged you. You truly are a good child." Hearing Tang San's words, Grandmaster instantly grew excited, as though every drop of blood in his body had begun to boil at that moment.

The reason his theories had been rejected by the world was that no one had ever put them into practice. But if Xiao San succeeded, the label of trash would be completely cast off from him from this day onward.

At first, he had worried that Tang San would reject his request. After all, his theory existed only in words. To be honest, even he himself could not be certain whether this theoretical research was correct.

But everything carried risks and uncertainties. Even if Tang San failed, it would at least prove that the theory did not work. No matter the outcome, he would not lose out.

As for whether Tang San lived or died, that had nothing to do with him. What he hated most were those self-righteous soul masters. If not for their ridicule and blows, he would not have fallen so low.

Xiao San, Xiao San, you really are foolish. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. It is only because you are a child that someone would be willing to try it. Still, I hope you succeed. After all, you are a talent I worked hard to uncover. If you really die like this, I would find it rather regrettable. Grandmaster smiled silently to himself, while his expression remained unchanged.

"Teacher, then I'm going." With that, Tang San walked toward the Mandala Snake.

The Mandala Snake's body had gradually stopped moving. Its vital point in the head had been pierced through by a sharp blade. No matter how tenacious its life force was, it could not escape death.

Gripping his dagger tightly, Tang San cleanly severed the Mandala Snake's head. Immediately afterward, faint yellow light slowly gathered, until at last, a yellow soul ring floated above its body.

"Whew, a hundred-year soul ring. Once I absorb it, my Mysterious Heaven Skill can improve again. When that happens, Cao Yan, it will be your death day." Tang San let out a soft breath, his gaze turning solemn.

At such close range, Tang San could even sense the surging power contained within the Mandala Snake's soul ring.

The richness of that power was worlds apart from the soul ring of the ten-year Netherworld Wolf that Grandmaster had killed earlier.

Calming his mind, just as Tang San was about to draw the hundred-year soul ring toward his palm, his brows suddenly furrowed. A feeling of unease swiftly spread through his heart.

"Who is it? Who's behind that tree?" Stopping what he was doing, Tang San turned his gaze toward a tree not far away. That sense of danger was coming from there.

"Heh heh, Tang San, are you in such a hurry to absorb that hundred-year soul ring because you want to deal with me?" The sudden cold laugh made Tang San's heart jolt slightly. Then, a figure stepped out from behind the tree.

The moment Tang San saw the figure's face, his eyes widened. At the same time, the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body surged to its peak.

Because he knew this person.

"Cao Yan, why are you here?"

The one who had come was none other than Cao Yan!