Yu Xiaogang Had Another Scheme in Mind

"Not good!"

"This is bad."

Huang Tian had only gotten halfway through his sentence when Yu Xiaogang's heart suddenly tightened.

He realized he had overreacted and acted too arrogantly, giving the other party something to use against him.

Like an ant on a hot pan, he desperately racked his brain, but couldn't think of a single excuse.

Before long, beads of cold sweat began to form on his forehead.

It was certainly wrong for a student to shout at a teacher, but if a teacher maliciously smeared a student's reputation, that was far more serious—ten times more serious.

A child could only be filial if their parent was kind; the dignity of a teacher depended on first being worthy of the role.

Beside them, admiration welled in the Principal's eyes.

"This child is so quick to react, so sharp-minded."

Every time Gangzi finished speaking, Huang Tian struck back within ten seconds, picking apart every loophole in his words and laying them bare.

Forget six-year-olds; the vast majority of adults couldn't be this steady, precise, ruthless, and deadly with every move.

Some students looked at Yu Xiaogang with utter terror and, without thinking, shuffled farther and farther away from the scumbag.

They understood better than the teachers what it felt like to be wrongfully accused.

High above, where no one could see,

Gu Yue was also deeply surprised—in awe of Huang Tian's courage and his extraordinary wit.

In her previous life, Huang Tian had already become a god by the time she met him, so she hadn't known much about the first half of her little husband's life.

But from the fragments of memory she'd glimpsed through her clone, she could still make a rough judgment: things must have gone very poorly for him. At any rate, he certainly couldn't have been this brimming with confidence.

She was even more surprised by Yu Xiaogang's shamelessness.

She'd known the man was no good, but those brief fragments of memory had been nowhere near as revealing as seeing it firsthand today.

"A second life, and so many things are already changing."

"Little one, hurry and grow up. The storms you'll stir up in the future will be even greater."

Full of emotion, delight, and anticipation, and intoxicated by the pride of having successfully changed fate, Gu Yue turned to look at Di Tian, who was concealed nearby as well. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"How does it feel?"

At first, when she'd decided to come out of seclusion, the Beast God had done everything in his power to stop her.

But over the past two months, his attitude had gradually begun to change.

Huang Tian's monstrous talent wasn't limited to any one thing or any one area; it showed in every little detail of his daily life and cultivation.

Would you believe it? He'd come up with a whole new dish the first time he saw a cook prepare a meal.

Where could you even go to complain about a guy like that?

Di Tian still hadn't completely accepted Huang Tian. This level of talent was nowhere near enough to change the Divine Realm or alter the fate of the Soul Beast race.

But he could finally see a glimmer of hope, a little room for imagination. If Huang Tian maintained his current talent, becoming a god would at least not be too difficult.

The matter was settled. Persisting in his objections would only hurt them both, so Di Tian smiled in acceptance.

"My lord, you were right. Xiao Hei was too shortsighted."

Gu Yue's grin became as hard to suppress as an AK.

While everyone was still thinking things over, Huang Tian spoke again.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot to mention this.

You keep calling yourself my teacher and saying I don't respect teachers, as if you've suffered some terrible injustice. I'm honestly baffled.

What exactly have you taught me? How did you suddenly become my teacher?

You're neither one of the teachers who teaches classes at this academy nor someone I personally chose as my teacher. So where does this teacher-student relationship come from?

We have no connection at all. I didn't even know you before today, yet you can openly use the title of teacher to criticize and lecture me.

Does simply deciding you're someone's something make you that something? I could just as well decide I'm your grandfather. Tell me, am I?"

"Pfft!"

Xiao Wu couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Her laughter was like opening Pandora's box. In an instant, laughter rippled through the crowd.

Those who didn't dare laugh too loudly just smiled and shook their heads.

Yu Xiaogang, however, seemed to have found a lifeline. His spirits lifted.

"Do you even know who I am? How dare you call yourself my grandfather?"

"Are you deaf, Soul Grandmaster? I said I'm not your grandfather. If you insist on taking it to mean that I'm your grandfather and finding your father a father, there's nothing I can do about it."

He put extra emphasis on the words "Soul Grandmaster," as if reminding everyone of something.

It was true that Yu Xiaogang was recognized throughout the Soul Master World as a Soul Grandmaster, but shorten that to "Grandmaster" and the meaning changed entirely.

Gangzi's face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot. His eyes looked ready to devour someone, and he clenched his fists, but didn't dare lash out.

His words had already given Huang Tian something to use against him. If he resorted to violence now, he'd have even less of a defense.

All he could do was flick his sleeves, pick up Tang San, toss out a few lines to save face, and flee at top speed.

"I may not be able to outargue you, but no matter how silver-tongued you are or how cleverly you twist the truth, it's my disciple who's unconscious and badly injured—not you.

Little San still needs treatment, so I'll let this go for now."

But the moment he turned around, Huang Tian raised his voice again.

"Wait. You maliciously smeared me, then publicly twisted the facts and muddied the waters. You think you can just flick your sleeves and walk away?

I doubt it's that simple. Shouldn't you pay a price for doing something wrong?

There are plenty of support-type Soul Masters here who can treat Tang San. He only has some minor external injuries. If you hadn't interfered, he'd already have been treated."

"What do you want?"

Yu Xiaogang turned back, utterly astonished, his face full of disbelief.

If he hadn't misheard, was this kid actually planning to hold him accountable?

The teachers and students watching widened their eyes too, once again seeing this audacious child in a new light.

"This is more than just being brave, isn't it?"

Xiao Chenyu was completely won over and gave a mental thumbs-up.

"What did I ever do to deserve having someone this incredible personally beat me up?"

"Getting beaten up by someone else is humiliating. But surviving a beating from Huang Tian? That's an honor. I could brag about it for three lifetimes."

"Maybe I should keep that Ladle. Who knows? It could become a holy relic someday."

Yu Xiaogang was about to erupt, ready to fall back on his usual habit of playing judge from atop the moral high ground, when something occurred to him. A smile even appeared in his eyes.

He pulled a cloth pouch from his Soul Tool and casually tossed it onto the ground. The coins inside clinked together with a crisp sound.

"You're looking for compensation, aren't you? These hundred Gold Soul Coins should cover your six years of study. But I can't call it compensation. It's just a little help from your teacher."

He'd already figured out how to keep Tang San in the dark.

"I'm not good with words, and Huang Tian realized it. So he deliberately extorted me in front of everyone for money."

"Some of those things he said touched on matters I can't speak of; some were pure slander; others I could have refuted, but I was too worried at the time to think of a response."

"The other teachers and students are all a bunch of snobs too. After Huang Tian defeated you"—meaning Tang San—"they knew perfectly well that their teacher was being insulted and smeared, yet they had no scruples about sucking up to him."

"Perfect."

"I really am a genius."

Yu Xiaogang was certain that Huang Tian, a commoner's child, had never seen the world and had only gotten into the academy through a work-study placement. There was no way he could resist the temptation of a hundred Gold Soul Coins.

That was nearly a year's wages or allowance for someone like him, a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster.