Calling Someone by Their Title During Class!

As for their earlier unpleasantness,

the broad-minded Yu Xiaogang could let bygones be bygones, considering Yin Chuan's extraordinary talent.

He forgave him!

After all, it was only natural for a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor to be a little arrogant.

But properly guiding this proud piece of uncut jade was the duty of a master like him.

"Steel that is too rigid is easily broken. He will need to be polished carefully in the future."

Yu Xiaogang walked with a spring in his step.

Tang San was a genius,

but Yin Chuan was even more of a genius!

And Yin Chuan was not his competitor either.

Yin Chuan was only twelve. Wouldn't it be perfect if he took this uncle-nephew pair under his wing together?

If both uncle and nephew became his disciples and were shaped into talents by his own hands, it would make for a fine story.

Then who would dare look down on him again?

Yu Xiaogang nodded.

As for whether Yin Chuan would agree?

He was not worried in the slightest!

Previously, he had interacted with others under the identity of a master, only to receive distance and ridicule in return.

Now, he would stop pretending!

He would lay his cards on the table!

He was Yu Xiaogang, son of Yu Yuanzhen, the former clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Once the name of one of the Upper Three Clans was brought out, no matter how strong Yin Chuan was, he would still have to bow his head and acknowledge him as master.

Yu Xiaogang thought happily.

"Huh—"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's timid expression, Tang San suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps rising all over his body.

What disgusting fantasy was this revolting guy indulging in?

Why was he like a piece of sticky plaster?

Forget it. There were too many people around right now. First, he needed to confirm that the male god teacher was really his uncle.

"Uncle."

Tang San quickly passed Yu Xiaogang and entered the classroom. Sure enough, Yin Chuan was already standing at the podium, and he was immediately delighted.

Then his eyes lit up.

Uncle's teacher outfit was so handsome!

It was his first time seeing his uncle in a white trench coat. His already eye-catching, top-model figure was even more striking,

and his temperament had gained an intellectual air, the finishing touch that made him perfect.

Paired with that outrageously handsome face...

No wonder everyone called him the male god teacher.

"Call me by my title during class!"

"I am your teacher now."

Yin Chuan said unhappily.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Tang San immediately stood at attention.

Ah, that had been his oversight. How could he call him Uncle at school?

He was a student, and his uncle was a teacher!

"You?!"

Xiao Wu, who had followed behind Tang San, widened her eyes and pointed at Yin Chuan in disbelief.

Why was it this guy?

The cold and aloof Blue Silver Overlord—shouldn't he have been in the Star Dou Great Forest?

Had he come all this way to capture her?

No, wait. How did the Tyrant have a nephew?

"Call me by my title during class. Call me Teacher!"

Yin Chuan emphasized again with a straight face.

"Teacher..."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes, thoroughly speechless.

He got himself a teacher's identity and immediately started putting on airs?

Fine. Just like in the Star Dou Great Forest, the moment he had a little status, he got carried away.

"Xiao Wu, you know my uncle?"

Tang San's gaze shifted uncertainly between Yin Chuan and Xiao Wu. He could not imagine how these two had come into contact.

"Sort of."

"Your uncle looks so roguish. Anyone who sees him once would probably be haunted by him for a long time. Forgetting him would be difficult."

Xiao Wu gave a perfunctory, half-joking explanation.

"Xiao Wu, please correct your wording. My uncle is not roguish. He is handsome!"

But Tang San took it seriously, grabbing Xiao Wu and making her apologize.

The sacred uncle in his heart

could not tolerate even the slightest slander!

"Fine, fine, handsome. Is that good enough?"

"You really can't take a joke at all."

Xiao Wu did not feel that gossiping about someone's uncle in front of his nephew was rude in the slightest, casually brushing it off.

Tang San's brows immediately furrowed deeply.

Just as he was about to sternly teach Xiao Wu to respect her teacher, Yu Xiaogang caught up to them.

"Yin Chuan, I already know your true age. Let's talk after class."

Yu Xiaogang's face was full of an expression that said everything was within his grasp.

Blue Silver Tyrant Spear?

What kind of martial soul was that? He had never heard of it!

No great clan possessed a martial soul like that either.

It seemed this uncle-nephew pair were commoners. Yu Xiaogang could now make his move without any worries.

"Hmph!"

Tang San snorted coldly.

Could this fool who did not know his place be threatening his uncle?

He truly had a death wish!

"Master, I am teaching."

Yin Chuan frowned slightly. Even his melancholy expression was so handsome that everyone was stunned again and again.

His presence

completely filled the gap left by the absence of Wu Zhangkong in Douluo One!

"Fine. After school, in the small grove behind the academy. You'll come, right?"

Yu Xiaogang lowered his voice.

"Hm?"

Yin Chuan's sharp gaze finally fell upon Yu Xiaogang, the pressure of his domain faintly appearing and disappearing.

Rustle...

Cold sweat instantly soaked Yu Xiaogang's forehead. His body remembered Yin Chuan's terror before his mind did.

His legs trembled, and he could barely stand.

Damn it. What if this country bumpkin could not understand his wise attempt at communication and went mad, biting him?

A gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall. Better leave first!

"I'll wait for you!"

After delivering his threat, Yu Xiaogang fled in disgrace.

"Idiot."

Yin Chuan had no intention of paying Yu Xiaogang any attention.

But Tang San had heard every word clearly.

"The small grove behind the academy, right?"

The light in Tang San's eyes turned sinister.

He dared threaten his uncle!

He truly had a death wish!

"Class."

"For the first lesson, introduce yourselves. Name, martial soul, Soul Power Level..."

Yin Chuan did not pay attention to that little interruption with Gangzi and officially began class.

His voice was pleasant,

and his appearance was highly approachable and attractive.

Whenever they attended his class, the children always listened more attentively to what he had to say.

Watching his uncle command the classroom from the podium, imparting knowledge and answering questions,

Tang San admired him even more.

Accomplished in both literary and martial pursuits—this was his perfect uncle!

"Teacher, may I take leave to use the restroom?"

Tang San did not want to skip his uncle's class,

but he had something important to do.

"Go ahead."

Yin Chuan glanced at Tang San and approved his leave.

Very soon,

the lesson ended perfectly.

Although Yin Chuan was the homeroom teacher, he had very few classes. He needed to reserve more energy for cultivation.

After class,

Yin Chuan went to the cafeteria to eat.

After eating, he returned directly to his dormitory to meditate and cultivate.

As for Yu Xiaogang's invitation, he had long since tossed it out of his mind. He was not going.

Who did Yu Xiaogang think he was?

Did he really think he was that important?

If he told Yin Chuan to go, Yin Chuan had to go?

The small grove behind Nuoding Academy.

"Uncle didn't come, but I did..."

Tang San smiled sinisterly as he carefully concealed the trap he had prepared.

Skipping class

was because he had a master to deal with—no, because he had important business to attend to!

Rest assured, Master.

If Uncle would not come, then he would!

After confirming that there were no traces left behind, Tang San leaped into a tree and hid himself.

"Cough, cough!"

Before long, Yu Xiaogang appeared in his field of vision.

Yu Xiaogang seemed to be rehearsing something.

Holding a mirror,

he repeatedly arranged himself into the pose of an expert, seemingly searching for the most imposing stance.

"Yin Chuan, I am the former young clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Do not be presumptuous!"

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat and spoke.

Then he shook his head.

"No, that sounds too aggressive. It might scare Yin Chuan."

"I come from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. I am someone you cannot afford to offend..."

"No, saying that might get me beaten up."

"Yin Chuan, let us write off all past grievances..."

"That won't work either. The effect isn't strong enough..."

Yu Xiaogang kept speaking, then shaking his head. He felt this would not do and that would not work,

and could not help but agonize over how to intimidate Yin Chuan later.

"????"

Tang San's face went dark.

What was this idiot doing?

Rehearsing how he would talk to Uncle later?