Angrily Confronting Yu Xiaogang

The referee's voice rang out through the deathly silent Great Soul Arena.

"The Shrek Seven Devils have lost their ability to fight; Meng Zhang Divine Lord is the victor."

Scattered applause broke out, quickly swelling into a roar like a crashing tsunami.

Xuan Qing paid no mind, walking straight off the stage. Seeing this, Zi Ji exited the private box and followed by his side.

Dugu Bo, meanwhile, went off to find Dugu Yan.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath.

"Let's go. We must make contact; a person like this is someone we must befriend."

The three of them hurried away, chasing toward the exit of the Great Soul Arena.

Xuan Qing stepped out of the Great Soul Arena and onto the main street. The night in Suotuo City was bustling, bright with lights and thick with pedestrians.

He had only taken a few steps when a voice like a broken gong sounded from behind: "Stop!"

Xuan Qing turned to see a group of people approaching.

Leading them was a creature with a zombie face, a buzz cut, and black clothes with cloth shoes!

Behind him followed the bespectacled, long-faced Flender and the short, burly Zhao Wuji.

The Shrek Seven Devils had also followed, every one of them in a wretched state.

Yu Xiaogang walked up to Xuan Qing, striking the pose of an expert. He cleared his throat and began his usual spiel of deception.

"Young man, your talent is decent, but your temperament is far too poor. Humiliating your opponent after winning a match is not the character a powerhouse should possess."

"Although you won, you exposed many problems. Your combat relies entirely on brute force, your technique is crude, your soul power usage is wasteful, and you have no tactics whatsoever."

"If you have no one to guide you, this talent of yours will be wasted. It is a pity, truly a pity."

He paused, putting on a compassionate expression: "I, Yu Xiaogang, known as the Master, have studied martial soul theory for decades and teach without discrimination."

"If you take me as your master, I can guide your cultivation. With your talent and my theories, you will surely become a Title Douluo in the future."

He spoke with absolute confidence, certain that Xuan Qing would be tempted.

After all, he was the Master; there were countless people who wanted to be his disciple, yet he hadn't bothered with them.

Xuan Qing looked at him for three seconds with the gaze one reserves for the mentally disabled, then laughed—a laugh dripping with sarcasm.

Then, he began to berate him, pointing a small finger, unleashing a barrage of verbal abuse with his small mouth.

"Yu Xiaogang, are you f***ing kidding me? You're a piece of trash who didn't even break through level 29 until you were fifty. Where do you get the face to ask me to be your disciple?"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned leaden in an instant.

Xuan Qing continued his assault, firing on all cylinders.

"With my talent, if I joined Martial Soul Hall, Qian Daoliu would personally come down to take me as his disciple, and even then, it would depend on whether I agreed."

"If I joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Heaven Dou Empire, they would be desperate to send their own princesses to my bed just to bind me through marriage."

"What kind of thing are you? By what right do you take me as a disciple? Because you're old? Because you don't bathe? Because you plagiarize martial soul theories? Or because you're a gigolo who lived off Bibi Dong?"

Xuan Qing suddenly added as if remembering something.

"Oh, right, with that ugly mug of yours, one can only say Bibi Dong was blind to have ever taken a fancy to a thing like you."

The words were vicious, striking straight at the heart. Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage, pointing a finger at Xuan Qing, stuttering "You, you, you" for a long time without being able to get a single word out.

Just then, Ning Fengzhi's group and Dugu Bo with Dugu Yan arrived. With so many people, the scene became somewhat chaotic.

They had just caught the tail end of Xuan Qing's words, and the expressions on their faces were quite spectacular.

Ning Fengzhi struggled to hold back his laughter, his face turning red.

Xue Qinghe and Dugu Yan turned away, their shoulders shaking.

Gu Rong and Dugu Bo hooked arms, laughing until they were doubled over. The two weren't particularly close, but they simply couldn't help themselves.

Xuan Qing's tongue was far too venomous.

Ning Fengzhi seized the opportunity to speak.

"Is what the young friend said true? If we send our little princess to your bed, you'll join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"I'll take those words seriously. My daughter is right here, and I can agree to it right now. Rongrong, come here."

He was of the mindset to take a swing at the tree regardless of whether there were dates; what if it actually worked?

When Ning Rongrong heard this, her face turned bright red.

She walked over from the Shrek Seven Devils' group and stood beside Ning Fengzhi, though her movements were somewhat coy.

She snuck a glance at Xuan Qing. Thinking it over, the spouse of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect member had to be a power-attack soul master.

Xuan Qing was a perfect match in terms of talent, strength, and background; if anything, she was the one climbing the social ladder.

The only drawback was that he looked younger than her, but that wasn't a problem—it was an advantage. After all, a woman three years older is like holding a brick of gold.

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong lowered her head, her face so red it looked like it could bleed. She twisted the corner of her clothes with her small hands, not daring to look at anyone.

Xuan Qing draped his arm over Zi Ji's shoulder, looking at Yu Xiaogang with a playful tone.

"Did you hear that? That is my value. You still want to take me as your disciple? Are you worthy?"

Yu Xiaogang was so enraged he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tang San stepped forward, shouting angrily, "What do you know? My teacher's martial soul theories are peerless under heaven. Things like Innate Soul Power, martial souls, soul rings, and soul bones are completely insignificant in the face of his theories!"

This time, Xuan Qing truly looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"If they are insignificant, then why doesn't he take soul masters with level one Innate Soul Power as disciples? Why doesn't he get you three Ten-Year Lone Bamboo Soul Rings?"

Yu Xiaogang retorted, "Those people have low talent; they wouldn't understand what I teach!"

Xuan Qing recalled words from a game in his past life and used them directly.

"Must one look at talent when choosing a disciple? That is merely a teacher being lazy, wanting to achieve twice the result with half the effort, or wanting to use a disciple to make a name for themselves."

"Coincidentally, you are exactly that kind of person."

"Only by cultivating a piece of trash into a genius can one be a true master."

"Regardless of whether they can learn it or not, only those who do not begrudge their teachings are true mentors."

"And you are neither. You are just a pathetic worm trying to use a disciple to gain fame."

He pointed at the onlookers.

"Otherwise, with so many people here, why don't you take them as disciples? Why fixate on me?"

"Isn't it because I am stronger than your current disciple? If you take me in, you could rightfully and thoroughly cement your reputation as a master."

"If I were the one defeated today, would you even look at me twice? With how hypocritical you are, it would be a miracle if you weren't calling me an idiot behind my back."

These words made sense, and the onlookers began to discuss, pointing fingers.

"This young master is right! If he is a 'Great Master,' why doesn't he teach trash to become geniuses instead of fixating on a monster like him?"

"That kid's soul rings are one yellow, one purple, and one black. How much effort and resources did it take to cultivate that? Does it even make a difference whether he taught him or not?"

"Haven't you realized it yet? This guy is a fraud! I even have the book he wrote right here. I regret buying it; it's full of nonsense. 'There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters'—he's already insulted himself twice!"

The crowd grew restless. Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale; he wanted to retort, but he couldn't find the words.

Xuan Qing stared at him, his voice remarkably calm.

"Now, touch that last shred of conscience you have as a human and tell me."

"Are you thinking of tricking me into becoming your disciple so you can pry the method of exceeding limits for soul ring absorption out of my mouth, and then slap your name on it and publish it?"

"Yes, or no?"