Not even fifteen years old!
Yu Xiaogang had known Yin Chuan was young from his features, but he had never expected him to be this young!
A Soul King at this age was simply unheard of!
Yu Xiaogang felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
A genius like Yin Chuan,
without the theoretical genius that was himself to guide him, would surely take the wrong path. That would be such a shame...
If such an uncut gem went astray, it would truly be a waste of heaven's gifts!
He could not stand by and watch the other boy take the wrong path!
He had to give it everything he had and use his knowledge to help Yin Chuan reach the supreme pinnacle.
This was the meaning of his theoretical research, and also his best opportunity to prove his abilities. He absolutely could not miss it!
"Ahem, students, class is starting!"
Yu Xiaogang was delighted. He was already imagining how imposing he would be after taking in that uncle-and-nephew pair,
and he taught with animated expressions, brimming with confidence.
"Uh..."
Tang San treated Yu Xiaogang's lesson as utter nonsense and did not listen to a single word.
Though his eyes remained open on the surface,
he was secretly slacking off by cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Listening to Gangzi teach was simply a waste of time.
"Student Tang San!"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly called on him by name, nearly causing Tang San's cultivation to go awry.
"Here..."
Tang San stood up in annoyance and answered.
"Answer this question. For every additional hundred years of cultivation, how much does a Mandala Snake increase in length?"
Yu Xiaogang pinched a piece of chalk between his fingers, his gaze scrutinizing.
"Don't know."
Tang San could not care less.
Why was Gangzi trying to make himself feel important?
And even asking him a question?
What Mandala Snake? Who cared what kind of Mandala Snake it was? A low-level soul beast like that could be killed with one thrust of a spear.
"You don't know?"
"Is that your attitude in class?"
"Go stand outside!"
"Come to my office after school!"
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, exercising his authority as the homeroom teacher to make things as difficult as possible for Tang San.
Not paying attention in class
deserved punishment!!!
"Fine."
Tang San rolled his eyes, then went straight outside the classroom, sat down cross-legged, and began meditating to cultivate.
Inside the classroom,
Yu Xiaogang smugly savored the satisfaction of dealing with Tang San.
Little Scumbag, easy to handle!
Though being a homeroom teacher was a trivial position, it was more than enough to keep Tang San in line.
"Alright, students. The rotten apple who refused to listen has been removed. Let's continue the lesson."
Yu Xiaogang spoke loudly and confidently, making sure Tang San outside could hear every word.
Tang San frowned.
Gangzi!
Was he taking shots at him indirectly? Was he itching for a beating?
Did Gangzi not know that he was now a two-ring Soul Grandmaster? Did he want to have a little spar?
Tang San curled his lips and decided to teach Gangzi a lesson after class. For now, every second spent cultivating Soul Power was more worthwhile.
"Tang San, is this how you stand as punishment?"
"Get up!"
Yu Xiaogang came out of the classroom to inspect Tang San's punishment. Seeing Tang San squatting on the ground, he immediately roared in fury.
This Tang San
did not respect him as a teacher at all!
"..."
Tang San ignored Yu Xiaogang.
"Are you deaf?"
Yu Xiaogang, whose self-esteem was already fragile, was immediately humiliated and enraged by being ignored. He reached out to grab Tang San's shoulder.
However,
after grabbing Tang San's shoulder, Yu Xiaogang discovered a horrifying fact.
Too hard!
Too heavy!
Tang San looked refined and scholarly, yet he was solid as a small iron mountain, welded to the ground.
Yu Xiaogang could not move him at all!
"Hmph!"
Instead, Tang San shook his shoulder. A simple Overlord Disarming Armor directly sent Yu Xiaogang flying.
Boom!!!
Yu Xiaogang was embedded in the wall, impossible to pull free, and immediately fainted.
The enormous commotion alarmed the entire teaching building.
"What the hell? What's going on?"
"Xiao San, are you alright?"
Xiao Wu rushed out of the classroom and immediately checked on Tang San.
That unreasonable bastard Yin Chuan had said it himself:
if anything at all happened to Tang San, he would skin her rabbit hide!
What else could Xiao Wu do?
She could not beat Yin Chuan, so she could only keep an eye on Tang San.
"I'm fine..."
A smile curled across Tang San's lips.
He was fine, but whether Gangzi was fine was another matter.
Overlord Disarming Armor was a spear technique his uncle had taught him!
His uncle's Blue Silver Life-Taking Thirteen Spears possessed extraordinary power. Even without using the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear,
and relying only on the Iron Mountain Lean through his physical body, it was definitely not something useless Gangzi could withstand!
At the very least, he would be bedridden for several months!
"Good as long as you're fine. You scared the hell out of me."
Xiao Wu wiped away imaginary cold sweat with lingering fear, her heart still pounding.
If something had happened to Tang San,
Yin Chuan definitely would not let her off easily!
"What are you all doing?"
"Get back to class!"
A somewhat imposing voice rang out. It was the Dean of Nuoding.
The students watching the excitement immediately scattered back into their classrooms.
The Dean of Nuoding furrowed his brow tightly.
He first went over to Gangzi, checked his breathing with a hand beneath his nose, and confirmed that Gangzi was not dead.
Then he pulled Gangzi out of the wall.
"You did this?"
The Dean of Nuoding's oppressive gaze fell upon Tang San. At the same time, he was weighing the pros and cons in his heart.
Gangzi had quite the background. He was an important figure from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.
But was Yin Chuan someone easy to bully?
A five-ring Soul King under fifteen years old—he did not even dare imagine such an outrageous cultivation speed, much less provoke it.
Provoking a genius like that
was no different from provoking a Titled Douluo several decades in the future.
"Yes, but I acted in self-defense."
"I was meditating cross-legged when Teacher Yu interrupted my cultivation. I nearly suffered a cultivation deviation and instinctively counterattacked. I never expected..."
"Teacher Yu would be so unable to withstand a single blow."
Tang San neither bowed nor cowered, and even wore the faintest smile.
It was not his fault.
Gangzi was just too weak. He had practically thrown himself into Tang San's path!
"Young man, don't be too hotheaded."
The Dean of Nuoding was somewhat displeased.
Yu Xiaogang was his old friend. Tang San had gone too far with this.
"If you're not hotheaded, can you still call yourself young?"
Tang San met the Dean of Nuoding's gaze directly.
Having cultivated the same Blue Silver Tyrant Spear and Way of the Overlord as his uncle, he could never cower!
As for what happened today,
even if the heavens themselves came down, Yu Xiaogang would still be in the wrong!
"Good kid, you've got guts!"
"But today, you need to give me an explanation."
The Dean of Nuoding sneered.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple!
Four Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.
Tang San was indeed an uncut gem, but his temperament was too reckless. What was too rigid would easily break. He even dared strike a teacher, so he had to be put in his place.
"When I, Tang San, do things, I only explain myself to my uncle."
Tang San neither bowed nor cowered, his figure remaining ramrod straight.
He wanted an explanation?
Tang San would only explain himself to his uncle. No one else was worthy!
"Tang San, endure for a moment and the seas will be calm; take a step back and the sky will be boundless."
Even Xiao Wu, who was usually spoiled and fiery, was now desperately trying to mediate.
"A student with character."
The Dean of Nuoding's tone turned several degrees colder, and the pressure of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor erupted in full!
Boom!
A crushing pressure bore down on Tang San's spine and knees, trying to force him to submit.
Just then, silver light flashed.
Whoosh!!!
A Blue Silver Tyrant Spear shot over like a javelin and nailed itself into the ground, shattering the pressure.
That domineering man's voice carried from afar:
"I leave for one moment, and someone dares bully my nephew the next?"
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