Tang San Weeps in the Dead of Night

Lin Yan continued to add.

"Everyone knows that improving physical fitness is beneficial to a Soul Master, but is this benefit greater than increasing one's Soul Power Level?"

"I hope, Grandmaster, that you won't waste our time with this kind of punishment again. After all, we are still young, and our soul power cultivation speed is still very fast."

"As for the physical training you mentioned, perhaps Teacher Zhao Wuji has more experience in that regard than you do."

On the open ground.

Seeing that everyone had recovered most of their strength, Lin Yan simply retracted his Martial Soul and left in the direction of his dormitory.

Just then, Yu Xiaogang suddenly shouted at his retreating back, "What do you mean by that?"

Lin Yan did not look back. One cannot speak of ice to a summer insect; he was now too lazy to explain logic to anyone who did not understand him.

In the end, it was Ma Hongjun who looked at Yu Xiaogang's red-eyed expression and kindly explained.

"Before you arrived, we were all training our physical fitness using Teacher Zhao's Gravity Squeeze soul skill. It was highly efficient and required much less time."

"Grandmaster, if you had told us earlier that running laps was for physical training, there would have been no need to waste the entire morning."

As he spoke, Ma Hongjun sighed, looking helpless, as if his time had been squandered.

The impact of this scene on Yu Xiaogang was far more fatal than being insulted or cursed.

Because... he had formulated this training plan based on theories he had summarized over many years.

Now, everyone was rejecting this plan, and even he himself had discovered its flaws, which meant that his theories had likewise failed to gain recognition...

Yu Xiaogang looked as if he had lost his soul.

Before long, everyone recovered their strength and left one after another, leaving only Tang San and Yu Xiaogang behind.

Tang San walked to Yu Xiaogang's side and, seeing the look of defeat on the man's face, asked with concern.

"Teacher, are you alright?"

Yu Xiaogang looked up and saw Tang San's familiar face. It was as if he had found a beacon in a vast, empty sea, and he immediately placed his palm on Tang San's shoulder.

"Little San, it's a good thing I have you..."

A momentary mistake meant nothing; he still had Tang San, the Twin Martial Souls genius who would put his theories into practice.

In the bleak wind, the old man and the young man stood at the academy gate for a long time.

What Yu Xiaogang did not notice was that the look in Tang San's eyes when he gazed at him already held a hint of doubt.

The situation was now this: Tang San no longer trusted Yu Xiaogang completely, and Xiao Wu was deliberately distancing herself from Tang San...

Late at night.

The bright moon hung high, and the evening breeze, carrying a chill, blew through the window into the girls' dormitory.

"Rongrong... are you really going to leave the academy with Lin Yan?"

Xiao Wu curled her body up inside the quilt, as if this could provide her with a greater sense of security.

"That's right, it's too boring here." Ning Rongrong's tone was full of cheer. "Whenever Lin Yan agrees, I'll take him back to the sect, or we'll join the Heaven Dou Academy; it's much more interesting there. Zhuqing will come with us too. Xiao Wu, you should come with us as well."

"I..."

Xiao Wu lowered her eyes, opened her mouth, and didn't know what to say.

Truth be told, she was no longer considering whether leaving Tang San would hurt his feelings; if she truly had the chance to ditch him, she would do it without hesitation.

It wasn't that she was cold-blooded or heartless, but Xiao Wu truly didn't know how to face him.

She wanted to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing, but would her identity as a Soul Beast really not be discovered by the powerhouses there?

If she remembered correctly, both places had experts at the Soul Douluo level or higher.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong seemed to have sensed something from Xiao Wu's reaction and asked with concern.

"What? Are you still reluctant to leave your Third Brother?"

Xiao Wu did not speak, but in Ning Rongrong's eyes, this was a tacit admission. She continued.

"He's already like that; why don't you just find a new target?"

"I've heard that some men become increasingly perverted after losing that thing, and might even take pleasure in tormenting women."

"Stop it..."

Xiao Wu suddenly raised her voice to interrupt Ning Rongrong, then dove under the covers.

Zhuqing realized something was wrong, sensing that Xiao Wu seemed particularly low-spirited tonight. She spoke slowly.

"Xiao Wu, is something on your mind?"

Xiao Wu replied from beneath the quilt, "It's nothing, let's sleep."

As the words fell, the room fell into silence.

Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance, both feeling that Xiao Wu must be feeling a bit sad, so they didn't say anything more.

However, just as both girls were about to fall asleep, Xiao Wu suddenly poked her little head out from under the quilt.

"Um... do you two still have any grass leaves?"

On the other side.

In the boys' dormitory, Tang San lay on his bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

His mind was in chaos. On one hand, ever since leaving Nuoding City, he had realized through various events that Yu Xiaogang did not seem as knowledgeable as rumored, leading him to question whether Yu Xiaogang could truly teach him well.

On the other hand, he had lost the most important thing a man could possess, and he did not know if it could ever be restored through treatment.

These were his primary concerns, but beyond them were thoughts of "his relationship with Xiao Wu," "why Lin Yan's Blue Silver Grass was stronger than his own," and "when he would finally be able to attach a spirit ring to his second martial soul," among others...

Countless tangled thoughts flooded his mind, leaving him in a state of utter turmoil.

Teacher, are you truly the trash the world claims you to be? Is Blue Silver Grass really only suited for the control system?

Xiao Wu, can you please not leave me? You are all I have left in this world...

Father, where are you? Little San feels so helpless right now!

Tang San gazed at the bright moon outside the window; the physical pain combined with his inner helplessness caused a few tears to fall.

"Why?"

"I am clearly a genius with Twin Martial Souls, possessing the Mysterious Heaven Skill and various hidden weapons, yet I have ended up in this state."

"Why can Lin Yan get along so sweetly with Ning Rongrong, and why is his Blue Silver Grass so popular..."

"Why is he able to cultivate his second martial soul!"

The image of Ning Rongrong affectionately clinging to Lin Yan flashed repeatedly in his mind. Comparing her to his own current plight, Tang San felt that fate was unjust.

He and Lin Yan had started from the same point, and he even possessed advantages like his techniques from a past life, yet the two of them were now as different as clouds and mud.

"Lin Yan! Why did you have to appear at Shrek Academy?"

"If you hadn't dealt with that Man Faced Demon Spider for me back then, I wouldn't have encountered that Hellfire Mastiff while chasing Xiao Wu."

"If your Blue Silver Grass didn't possess level 31 spirit power, then the most popular person right now should be me."

"Everything is because of you, Lin Yan!"

"You ruined my life!"

Tang San felt as if he had finally found a scapegoat to bear the weight of all his misfortunes: Lin Yan.

It did not matter if Lin Yan had shown him direct malice, nor did it matter that Lin Yan had saved him previously; it was easier to blame everything on Lin Yan!

With this, he had found a clear target.

Carrying an endless hatred for this target, the spirit power within his body suddenly surged, successfully advancing him from level 29 to level 30.

Inside the room, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul manifested automatically, and Tang San was overjoyed.

However, he failed to notice that on the dark brown blades of his Blue Silver Grass, a faint, black vein had begun to emerge...