Yu Xiaogang was brimming with confidence. In a tiny place like Nuoding City, he refused to believe there could be any real experts!
He clasped his hands behind his back, tilted his crew-cut head upward at a forty-five-degree angle, pointed his nostrils at the sky, and wore a confident smile.
Damn brat, scared now, are you?
This Grandmaster would teach you a lesson!
He figured that the fair-faced young man had yet to make a move because he'd been cowed by his powerful presence.
His future precious disciple was watching from the side. He had to put on a good show.
Once he demonstrated his formidable strength in front of Tang San, he could dazzle the silly boy with his peerless wisdom. Wouldn't the kid be thrilled and bow down to him as his master?
Jiang Li paid no mind to Gangzi's self-indulgent daydreaming.
He turned around and said leisurely to Tang San, "Xiao San, do you know what this waste's Soul Skill is?"
Tang San had been curiously examining Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul. Hearing Jiang Li call to him, he shook his head repeatedly.
Although he'd lived two lifetimes, he knew very little about Soul Masters after the past six years.
From the conversation between the man before him and the crew-cut man, he'd already keenly sensed that something was off.
Still, he decided to wait and see what was going on.
Yu Xiaogang was furious. Once again, he felt insulted!
The last time he'd felt this way was when that damned Qian Xunji had humiliated him!
The man had made him recall those unbearable memories. The person before him was simply unforgivable!
"First Soul Skill, Fart Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
As Yu Xiaogang spoke, Luo Sanpao, who had been affectionately rubbing against his trouser leg, suddenly spun around. Its belly swelled up...
Pffft—
A stream of yellow gas, rank with an unbearable stench, burst out. Carried by the wind, it began drifting slowly toward Tang San and Jiang Li.
Tang San immediately realized something was wrong. This move might do little damage, but it was incredibly humiliating.
He couldn't even imagine how disgusting it would be if he breathed in a mouthful.
He hurriedly used a strange footwork technique to leap far away. Only after reaching a considerable distance did he finally let out a long breath.
His face darkened as he stared in the crew-cut man's direction.
Setting aside whether his theories really were plagiarized, as the other senior had claimed, just imagining what it would be like if he'd impulsively taken a useless master who could only fart made him dread the ridicule he'd face in the future.
If it turns out this crew-cut man is nothing but a braggart and a waste, then he has earned his death!
On the other side, Yu Xiaogang laughed smugly. The thick cloud of fart had obscured his view, but he hadn't heard a peep from that brat. Surely the boy had lost the strength to resist under his powerful Soul Skill.
Without hesitation, he immediately gave Luo Sanpao a second command. "Second Soul Skill, Hypnotic Slumber Luo Sanpao!"
Are you going to keep this up forever?
With a slight twitch of Jiang Li's fingers, two thick Blue Silver Vines burst from the ground. In the blink of an eye, they bound Yu Xiaogang up like a dumpling.
Another Blue Silver Vine whipped Luo Sanpao apart, and it turned into a ring of yellow light that returned to Yu Xiaogang's body.
"Ugh... Ah!!!"
Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul was a manifested Beast Martial Soul, but if his Martial Soul was injured, he, its host, suffered the same injury.
The instant Luo Sanpao was whipped apart and returned to his body, he suffered the same wounds.
"Th-this is... Blue... Blue Silver Grass?"
It took Yu Xiaogang a long while to recover before he finally realized that the person before him also had Blue Silver Grass as his Martial Soul!
But wasn't Blue Silver Grass universally acknowledged as a Trash Martial Soul on the continent?
How could it be this powerful?
Hearing that Jiang Li's Martial Soul was also Blue Silver Grass, just like his own, Tang San felt a sense of kinship with him.
He raised his palm. A crystal-clear Blue Silver Grass swayed in the breeze above it, and before he knew it, he had walked over to Jiang Li's side.
"Is... is my Blue Silver Grass really a Trash Martial Soul, like they say?"
Hearing Tang San's murmur, Jiang Li shook his head. "Xiao San, if your Blue Silver Grass really were a trash Martial Soul, how could you have the talent of Innate Full Soul Power?"
"You have to understand: there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters."
Hearing Jiang Li shamelessly steal his own theory, Yu Xiaogang couldn't contain his fury, even though he was bound tight.
His face flushed crimson with rage. Drawing a deep breath, he launched into a tirade at Jiang Li. "Ha! That's utter nonsense. Do you know the reason Xiao San has Innate Full Soul Power despite having Blue Silver Grass is that he possesses a Second Martial Soul!"
"You have Blue Silver Grass as your Martial Soul too. You deliberately ruined Xiao San's chance to become my disciple because you want to take him as your own, don't you?"
"So what if you're stronger than this Grandmaster? You don't even know the most basic theories. If Xiao San becomes your disciple, his life will be ruined!"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang reveal his secret in front of everyone, Tang San was furious!
He should never have expected anything from this waste!
First the man had pretended to coax him into becoming his disciple, and now he'd exposed his secret in front of everyone. This crew-cut man had truly earned his death!
[Third rule of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: once you've determined your opponent deserves to die, strike without hesitation. Otherwise, you'll only bring yourself more trouble!]
Jiang Li quickly noticed Tang San slightly raising his arm. His eyes had also turned a faint shade of purple.
Beneath his arm, it looked like a small object was barely visible.
A Silent Sleeve Arrow?
Yu Xiaogang couldn't die right now. Otherwise, who knew how mad that lunatic from Spirit Hall might become?
Without letting on, Jiang Li placed a hand on Tang San's shoulder, stopping him from doing anything rash.
"Xiao San, don't listen to this waste barking like a dog."
"The conditions for Twin Martial Souls are that the Martial Souls inherited from the parents are of comparable quality. Only then does their child have a tiny chance of inheriting Twin Martial Souls."
"What he just said was bullshit."
"Xiao San, we both have Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls. I'd like to take you as my disciple. Would you be willing?"
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