Who Dared Bully My Nephew?!

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 settle upon him.

A genius like Yin Chuan—

without the guidance of a theoretical authority like himself, he would surely take detours. What a terrible waste that would be...

If such an uncut gem went down the wrong path, it would truly be a crime against nature!

He could not just stand by and watch the other man lose his way!

He had to give everything he had and use his knowledge to help Yin Chuan ascend to the highest peak.

This was the meaning of his theoretical research, and also his best chance to prove his abilities. He absolutely could not let it slip away!

"Ahem, students, class is starting!"

Yu Xiaogang was delighted. He was already fantasizing about how imposing he would look after bringing this uncle-nephew pair under his wing.

Even as he taught, his face lit up with animation, brimming with confidence.

"Uh..."

Tang San treated Yu Xiaogang's lesson like meaningless noise and did not listen to a single word.

His eyes were open on the surface.

But secretly, he was cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to pass the time. Listening to Gangzi's lessons was nothing but a waste of time.

"Student Tang San!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly called on him, nearly causing Tang San's cultivation to go awry.

"Here..."

Tang San rose to his feet and answered helplessly.

"Answer this question. For every additional hundred years of cultivation, how much does a Mandala Snake grow in length?"

Yu Xiaogang pinched a piece of chalk between his fingers, his gaze scrutinizing.

"I don't know."

Tang San could not care less.

Why was Gangzi trying to make himself feel important?

And he was calling on him?

What Mandala Snake? Who cared about some Mandala Snake? A lowly soul beast like that could be killed with a single thrust of a spear.

"You don't know?"

"That's your attitude in class?"

"Go stand outside!"

"Come to my office after school!"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, wielding his authority as homeroom teacher to make things as difficult as possible for Tang San.

He was not paying attention in class.

He deserved punishment!!!

"Fine."

Tang San rolled his eyes and walked straight outside the classroom. He sat cross-legged and began meditating to cultivate.

Inside the classroom,

Yu Xiaogang smugly congratulated himself after dealing with Tang San.

A little punk like him needed to be kept in line!

Though being a homeroom teacher was a trivial position, it was more than enough to keep Tang San in check.

"Alright, students. We've gotten rid of a certain bad apple who refuses to pay attention. Let's continue the lesson."

Yu Xiaogang raised his voice, sounding utterly self-assured, making sure Tang San outside could hear every word clearly.

Tang San frowned.

Gangzi!

Was he taking a jab at him? Was his skin itching?

Did Gangzi not know he was already 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, making every second count in cultivating Soul Power was more practical.

"Tang San, this is how you stand as punishment?"

"Get up!"

Yu Xiaogang came out of the classroom to inspect Tang San's punishment. The moment he saw Tang San squatting on the ground, he roared furiously.

This Tang San—

he did not respect him as a teacher at all!

"..."

Tang San ignored Yu Xiaogang.

"Are you deaf?"

Yu Xiaogang's already fragile pride took another blow from being ignored. Shame and fury surged through him as he reached for Tang San's shoulder.

However,

after grabbing Tang San's shoulder, Yu Xiaogang discovered a horrifying fact.

It was too hard!

Too heavy!

Tang San looked refined and scholarly, yet he was as solid as a little iron mountain, welded firmly to the ground.

Yu Xiaogang could not move him at all!

"Hmph!"

Instead, Tang San shook his shoulder. With a simple Overlord Disarming Armor, he sent Yu Xiaogang flying.

Boom!!!

Yu Xiaogang was embedded in the wall and could not be pried free. He passed out on the spot.

The massive commotion alerted the entire teaching building.

"What the hell? What happened?"

"Third Brother, 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 happened to Tang San, even the slightest thing, he would skin her rabbit hide!

What could Xiao Wu do?

She could not beat Yin Chuan, so all she could do was keep an eye on Tang San.

"I'm fine..."

A faint smile curled Tang San's lips.

He was fine, but whether Gangzi was fine was another question.

Overlord Disarming Armor was a spear technique his uncle had passed down to him!

His uncle's Blue Silver Life-Taking Thirteen Spears were extraordinarily powerful. Even without using the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, this strike—

which had merely been unleashed through his body with Iron Mountain Lean—was absolutely not something useless Gangzi could withstand!

At the very least, he would be bedridden for several months!

"It's good that you're fine. You scared me to death."

Xiao Wu wiped away cold sweat in lingering fear, her heart still pounding.

If something had happened to Tang San,

Yin Chuan definitely would not have let her off lightly!

"What are you all doing?"

"Get back to class!"

A somewhat authoritative voice rang out. It was the Dean of Nuoding.

The students watching the spectacle immediately scattered back into their classrooms.

The Dean of Nuoding frowned deeply.

He first walked over to Gangzi and checked his breathing, making sure he was not dead.

Then he pried Gangzi out of the wall.

"You did this?"

The Dean of Nuoding's oppressive gaze settled on Tang San. At the same time, he weighed 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 he could afford to offend?

A five-ring Soul King not yet fifteen years old—he did not dare imagine such a terrifying cultivation speed, much less provoke it.

Offending such a genius—

how was that any different from offending a Title 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 cultivation deviation and counterattacked instinctively. I never expected..."

"Teacher Yu to be so weak that he could not take a single hit."

Tang San neither groveled nor blustered, even allowing the corner of his mouth to lift slightly.

It was not his fault.

Gangzi was just too weak. He had practically thrown himself into the attack!

"Young man, don't be so hot-blooded."

The Dean of Nuoding was somewhat displeased.

Yu Xiaogang was his old friend. Tang San had gone too far with this matter.

"If I'm not hot-blooded, can I still be called young?"

Tang San met the Dean of Nuoding's eyes directly.

Having cultivated the same Blue Silver Tyrant Spear and Way of the Overlord as his uncle, he could never be a coward!

As for what happened today—

even if the heavens themselves came down, it would still be Yu Xiaogang's fault!

"Good boy. You've got guts!"

"But today, you will 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 rash. What was too rigid would break easily. He even dared strike a teacher, so he had to be put in his place.

"When I, Tang San, do something, I only explain myself to my uncle."

Tang San neither groveled nor blustered, his body still standing tall.

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 winds will calm; take one step back and the sea will open wide."

Instead, the unruly and fiery Xiao Wu was beside herself as she tried to mediate.

"A student with personality."

The Dean of Nuoding's tone turned even colder, and the pressure of a four-ring Soul Ancestor burst forth in full force!

Boom!

A crushing pressure bore down upon Tang San's spine and knees, trying to force him to submit.

At that very moment, silver light flashed.

Whoosh!!!

A Blue Silver Tyrant Spear shot through the air like a javelin and nailed itself into the ground, shattering the pressure.

That domineering male voice rang out from afar:

"I'd barely left, and someone already dared bully my nephew?"