Wang Sheng's Sobering Reality! Huang Fei's Scheme!

"Right! Fart Master!"

Wang Sheng wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes: "That's the nickname everyone gave him. Don't you think the stuff he talks about is just farting? He can't even break through level thirty himself, so what face does he have to teach others?"

The few work-study students nearby joined in the laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I also heard he's just trash kicked out of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Clan!"

"He's been researching for years, but I haven't seen him come up with anything of substance."

"He substituted for our class last time and rambled on about some Martial Soul Competition Theory. It made everyone's head spin, and in the end, the whole class failed the exam!"

Dormitory Seven erupted in boisterous laughter.

Tang San put down the steamed bun in his hand, his expression looking rather unpleasant.

He recalled how he had almost been swayed by that man just moments ago, and a wave of lingering fear washed over him.

If Huang Fei hadn't been there, he might have truly considered the matter of taking him as a master.

Thinking about it now, the more he pondered, the more wrong it felt.

How could someone who couldn't even save himself save anyone else?

Tang San glanced at Huang Fei and suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"Huang Fei, thank you."

He said this very softly, but with great sincerity.

Huang Fei was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand.

"What are you thanking me for? I didn't do anything."

"You did." Tang San said earnestly, "If it weren't for that question you asked about the Soul Power Level, I might have..."

He didn't continue, but the meaning was already clear.

Huang Fei smiled and didn't pursue the topic further.

He stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed, his gaze drifting into the distance as if he were lost in thought.

Tang San was fine for now; he shouldn't be easily hoodwinked by Yu Xiaogang again in the short term.

But he knew in his heart that Yu Xiaogang would not give up so easily.

That man had spent decades researching theories, living his entire life amidst the mockery and skepticism of others.

Martial Soul Hall did not recognize him, the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Clan had cast him out, and even at Notting Academy, half the people called him "Fart Master" behind his back.

He needed a chance to turn things around, something that could prove his theories were correct.

And Tang San was that opportunity in his eyes.

Huang Fei placed his empty bowl on the edge of the bed, leaned against the wall, and rested his hands behind his head.

Yu Xiaogang would definitely come back.

Only the method would change.

During that confrontation just now, he had clearly shown his stance.

Uncooperative, distrustful, and intent on tearing down the other's facade.

A smart person would not waste time on a path that led nowhere.

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang would certainly bypass him and go directly to Tang San.

He would pick a time when he wasn't around to talk to Tang San privately.

He would use his theories to lobby him, using alluring rhetoric like "becoming a Title Douluo" and "changing your destiny" to sway the heart of a seven-year-old child.

Huang Fei closed his eyes and went over the matter in his mind once more.

He needed to be clear about one thing.

Did he really want to stop the contact between Tang San and Yu Xiaogang?

Emotionally speaking, he did not like Yu Xiaogang.

This man treated Tang San as an experimental subject, a tool to verify his own theories, and from beginning to end, he had never treated this child with genuine care.

In the original story, Tang San was led by the nose, walking down a crooked path without even realizing it.

Rationally speaking, Yu Xiaogang was not entirely without merit.

Although this man's cultivation was trash and his character was poor, his research into martial soul theory did indeed have unique insights.

His understanding of martial souls, his ratios for soul rings, and his development ideas for Twin Martial Souls—there were some things worth listening to.

It was just that the Tang San in the original story trusted him too much, listening to everything he said without any judgment of his own.

Things were different now.

Huang Fei opened one eye and looked at Tang San, who was sitting nearby, buried in his meal.

He had already given Tang San a preventative warning, and today he had openly dismantled Yu Xiaogang's facade.

Tang San's impression of Yu Xiaogang had shifted from "a very impressive master" to "a seemingly unreliable Fart Master."

This realization served as a firewall.

With this firewall in place, even if Yu Xiaogang were to find Tang San alone in the future, Tang San would no longer be as obedient or submissive as he was in the original story.

However, there was one thing Huang Fei had been pondering.

Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

In the original story, that storage Soul Tool was a welcoming gift from Yu Xiaogang to Tang San—a belt adorned with twenty-four sapphires, each serving as an independent storage space.

To Tang San, it was a belt convenient for carrying hidden weapons.

But to Huang Fei...

Huang Fei's eyes slowly began to brighten.

The setting the system gave him was clear.

Whatever Tang San had, he would also have, and it would be better.

Whatever Tang San could do, he could do as well.

Whatever Tang San obtained, the system would also provide him with a copy, and of higher quality.

So, if Tang San obtained the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges from Yu Xiaogang, would the system give him something even better?

The more Huang Fei thought about it, the more he felt this possibility was extremely high.

The system's binding rules stated clearly: "The host may bind to one target; after binding, the host's cultivation will always be ten levels higher than the target's."

Cultivation followed this rule, but what about equipment?

Given the system's nature, it likely wouldn't let the host suffer a loss.

If Tang San got a belt, he would get a better one.

If Tang San got twenty-four gemstones, he would get forty-eight.

The system was definitely capable of such a thing.

Thinking of this, Huang Fei suddenly didn't want to stop Yu Xiaogang from approaching Tang San anymore.

Not only did he not want to stop him, he even wanted to "cooperate" a little.

He wanted to make Yu Xiaogang feel that Tang San was a target he could win over, to make him believe that as long as he put in some effort and bled a little, he could secure Tang San.

And the best way to make him "bleed" was to make him trade for it.

For instance, with a storage Soul Tool.

Huang Fei analyzed Yu Xiaogang's psychological state in his mind.

This man had been mocked for too long; he was desperate for success.

To prove himself, to slap the faces of those who looked down on him, he would be willing to pay any price.

In the original story, he didn't even ask about the origin of the Mysterious Heaven Skill before letting Tang San practice it, which showed just how blind his trust in Tang San was.

Or rather, how desperately he wanted to get his hands on this experimental subject.

Now, with Huang Fei acting as a "resistance," Yu Xiaogang's sense of urgency would only intensify.

If Tang San were to propose some conditions at this moment—such as, "You can have me as your research subject, but you must give me some benefits first"—Yu Xiaogang would most likely agree.

Not to take on a disciple, but to prove himself.

Huang Fei silently went over the plan in his mind once more.

He didn't need to step in personally.

He only needed to whisper in Tang San's ear: "If someone wants to take you as a disciple, don't be in a hurry to agree; ask what benefits they can offer you first."

Then, when Yu Xiaogang came knocking, Tang San would propose the conditions himself.

Given Tang San's personality, he wouldn't ask for gold, silver, or treasures, nor would he ask for cultivation resources.

Aside from hidden weapons and poisons, the things he was most interested in were rare and peculiar Soul Tools.