Address Me by My Title in Class!

As for their previous unpleasantness,

broad-minded Yu Xiaogang could let bygones be bygones for the sake of Yin Chuan's extraordinary talent.

He forgave him!

After all, it was understandable 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.

"Too much rigidity leads to breaking. He'll need careful polishing in the future."

Yu Xiaogang walked as though floating on air.

Tang San was a genius,

but Yin Chuan was an even greater genius!

And Yin Chuan was not his rival 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 hand, 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!

Before, when he interacted with people as the Master, all he received was distance and ridicule.

Now, he was done pretending!

He would lay his cards on the table!

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

Once the name of the Upper Three Sects was revealed, no matter how strong Yin Chuan was, he would still have to bow and become his disciple.

Yu Xiaogang thought smugly.

"Eh—"

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 irritating bastard indulging in?

Why was he like a piece of sticky plaster?

Forget it. There were too many people around right now. He should first confirm that the male god teacher was his uncle.

"Uncle."

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

His eyes lit up as well.

Uncle looked so handsome in his teacher's outfit!

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

His temperament had gained an intellectual air, the perfect finishing touch.

And paired with that outrageously handsome face...

No wonder everyone called him the male god teacher.

"Address me by my title in class!"

"I am your teacher now."

Yin Chuan said displeasedly.

"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!

"It's you?!"

Xiao Wu, who was following 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 after her to capture her?

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

"Address me by my title in class. Call me Teacher!"

Yin Chuan emphasized again with utmost seriousness.

"Teacher..."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes, utterly speechless.

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

Fine, he was just like he had been in the Star Dou Great Forest—getting carried away the moment he had a little status.

"Xiao Wu, do you know my uncle?"

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

"More or less."

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

Xiao Wu answered perfunctorily, half-jokingly explaining herself.

"Xiao Wu, please correct your wording. My uncle isn't flirtatious. He's handsome!"

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

His sacred uncle,

would not tolerate even the slightest slander!

"Fine, fine, handsome, all right?"

"You really can't take a joke."

Xiao Wu did not feel that gossiping about someone's uncle in front of his nephew was impolite at all. She replied carelessly.

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 wore an expression as if he had everything under control.

Blue Silver Tyrant Spear?

What kind of Martial Soul was that? He had never heard of it!

Nor did any great clan possess such a Martial Soul.

It seemed this uncle-nephew pair were commoners. Yu Xiaogang could finally act without concern.

"Hmph!"

Tang San snorted coldly.

Could he interpret this as that fool threatening his uncle?

He truly had a death wish!

"Master, I'm teaching."

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

His presence

completely filled the void left by Douluo I not having Wu Zhangkong!

"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 on Yu Xiaogang, the oppressive aura of his domain faintly surfacing.

Rustle...

Cold sweat instantly drenched 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 enough to bite him?

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

"I'll be waiting for you!"

After delivering that threatening line, Yu Xiaogang fled in disgrace.

"Idiot."

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

But Tang San heard him clearly.

"The small grove behind the academy, right?"

The light in Tang San's eyes turned sinister.

How dare he threaten his uncle!

He truly had a death wish!

"Class."

"For the first lesson, introduce yourselves first: name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level..."

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

His voice was pleasant,

and his appearance was both approachable and captivating.

Whenever they attended his classes, the children always listened more attentively to what he said.

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

Tang San admired him even more.

Cultured and capable in battle—this was his perfect uncle!

"Teacher, may I take a 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 request.

Very soon,

the lesson ended perfectly.

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

After class,

Yin Chuan went to the cafeteria to eat.

After eating, he went straight back to his dormitory to meditate and cultivate.

As for Yu Xiaogang's invitation, he had long since thrown it to the back of his mind. He was not going.

Who did Yu Xiaogang think he was?

Where did he get the nerve?

Just because he said to come, Yin Chuan had to come?

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.

He had skipped class

because there was a Master to deal with—no, because there was important business to handle!

Rest assured, Master.

If Uncle would not come, then he would!

After confirming that no traces remained, Tang San leaped into a tree and hid himself.

"Cough, cough!"

Before long, Yu Xiaogang appeared in his line of sight.

Yu Xiaogang seemed to be rehearsing something.

Holding a mirror,

he repeatedly struck the pose of an expert, seemingly searching for the most impressive posture.

"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 said a line.

Then he shook his head.

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

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

"No, saying that might get me beaten."

"Yin Chuan, let all past grievances be wiped clean..."

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

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

He could not help but agonize over how he should intimidate Yin Chuan later.

"????"

Tang San's face darkened with black lines.

What the hell was this idiot doing?

Was he rehearsing how to talk to Uncle later?