Yu Xiaogang's Regret

Yu Xiaogang's expression at that moment was like that of a dog that had spotted shit.

Of course, that comparison was not quite accurate.

Because Yin Chuan was not shit.

And Yu Xiaogang really was a dog...

"Yeah, Yin Chuan, do you know him?"

Flender's gaze turned suspicious.

Yu Xiaogang knew Yin Chuan?

Really?

It was not that he looked down on Yu Xiaogang, but with Yu Xiaogang's circumstances and character, did he really have the means to know a prodigy like Yin Chuan?

"We do more than know each other. Ahem, he used to be my colleague. We had a pretty good relationship."

"Does he have a nephew named Tang San?"

Yu Xiaogang coughed lightly and brought up Tang San to prove the credibility of his words.

He had not expected the uncle-nephew pair, Yin Chuan and Tang San, to be here.

What a case of searching everywhere in vain, only to find them without any effort!

"Yes, yes, yes! He does have a nephew named Tang San. That boy is a monster among monsters—only twelve years old, yet already level thirty-five!"

Flender immediately chimed in.

It seemed Yu Xiaogang really did know Tang San and Yin Chuan.

His heart settled at once.

Knowing each other was good. They would not have any awkwardness working together in the future.

With Yin Chuan and Yu Xiaogang, one scholarly and one martial, complementing each other's strengths, they would surely take Shrek Academy to new heights.

"Level thirty-five?!"

Yu Xiaogang's pupils abruptly contracted, his voice filled with alarm.

How old was Tang San?

They had only been apart for two and a half years, and Tang San's cultivation had already surpassed his?

This was bad. Very bad...

Even as Yu Xiaogang reeled in shock, his heart twisted painfully.

Tang San's cultivation was already higher than his. It would be exceedingly difficult to take Tang San as his disciple now!

What was he supposed to do?

Sweat poured from Yu Xiaogang's forehead in his anxiety.

Still, he forced himself to calm down first.

"Tang San used to be my student."

"I never expected him to improve so much in two years. My painstaking efforts were not wasted after all."

Yu Xiaogang forced a smile.

"What?"

"No wonder Tang San is so outstanding. So he was your prized disciple, Xiaogang."

The moment Flender heard that, he immediately began flattering him.

"Sigh..."

"Everything Tang San has achieved today was earned by himself. It has little to do with me as his teacher."

That much was true.

Yet his tone somehow invited speculation.

Flender misunderstood.

"Xiaogang, stop being so modest."

"You are the Corner of Wisdom among our Golden Iron Triangle. When it comes to theory, who could possibly surpass you?"

"Tang San is so outstanding—he must be your handiwork!"

Perhaps because Flender had occupied the subordinate position in their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he could absolutely be called Yu Xiaogang's shameless bootlicker.

The barrage of flattery left Yu Xiaogang floating on air.

"By the way, what level is Yin Chuan now?"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously.

Two and a half years ago,

he had been knocked unconscious after Tang San attacked him for making him stand as punishment. By the time he woke up, Yin Chuan and Tang San had already left in grand fashion.

In the time since then, Tang San's cultivation reaching level thirty-five had already far exceeded his expectations.

What about Yin Chuan?

Back then, Yin Chuan had already been a five-ring Soul King, with cultivation even higher than Dean of Nuoding's. He could not have remained stagnant over the past two and a half years, could he?

Flender had even said that he and Zhao Wuji together were no match for Yin Chuan. What kind of level was that?

Yu Xiaogang found it hard to imagine.

"Yin Chuan? Level sixty-eight, a Soul Emperor."

"But not an ordinary Soul Emperor. He possesses a domain, and his combat strength is extraordinarily formidable. Even Zhao Wuji and I together are no match for him."

Whenever Yin Chuan was mentioned, Flender felt both awestruck and emotional.

What a freak!

Yin Chuan's cultivation might be lower than Flender's, but he was young. A person like that would definitely become a Title Douluo in the future.

He was simply not one of their kind.

"Level sixty-eight?!"

That astronomical number left Yu Xiaogang's mind blank.

A Soul Emperor?

And already closing in on Soul Sage...

How could he have advanced so fast?!!

Yu Xiaogang's ears buzzed, and he could not believe it.

Too fast!

Five years ago, Yin Chuan had been a four-ring Soul Ancestor. Now he was nearly a Soul Sage. Twenty levels in five years?

Was he really human?

How was Yu Xiaogang supposed to take Yin Chuan as his disciple now?!

The joy of recovering what he had lost was instantly replaced by terror—the terror of watching something he had considered within his grasp drift ever farther away.

"Flender, do you know how old Yin Chuan is?"

Yu Xiaogang asked blankly.

"He looks very young..."

"In his twenties?"

"Level sixty-eight in his twenties. He might very well break the record of the youngest Title Douluo, held by Lord Clear Sky!"

Flender stroked his chin and sighed again.

Just look at him.

Nearly a Soul Sage in his twenties. Even Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao in his youth was probably no more impressive than that.

Though he had not measured Yin Chuan's bone age, Flender had a rough estimate in mind.

Yin Chuan looked far too young to be over thirty. That was also the main reason Ning Rongrong had taken an interest in him.

"In his twenties?"

"Heh. What if I told you he's only eighteen?"

Yu Xiaogang let out a bitter laugh.

Eighteen years old, level sixty-eight!

He had missed out on a fortune!

If only he had taken Yin Chuan and Tang San as disciples five years ago!

He would have two such exceptional disciples by now.

"What?! Are you sure?"

Flender was startled as well.

He knew Yin Chuan looked young, but he had not dared to guess too low. Flender had thought that being in his twenties was already the limit.

Who would have thought...

Gangzi had dealt him a crushing blow.

"I'm sure."

"More than sure. Five years ago, I saw his information sheet."

"Twelve years old, a Soul Ancestor!"

"Is it strange for him to become a Soul Emperor at eighteen? He was a Soul Ancestor at twelve."

Regret twisted Yu Xiaogang's heart painfully.

Had he known earlier,

he should have launched an all-out effort and won Yin Chuan over at any cost!

Had he known, he would have come to find Flender back then.

He would have brought Flender along to win Yin Chuan over.

He could even have gone to find Liu Erlong and had their Golden Iron Triangle win Yin Chuan over together!

Now, it was too late to say anything...

"That can't be possible, can it?"

"A Soul Ancestor at twelve would have shaken the entire continent. No matter how you looked at it, he could not possibly be some unknown nobody!"

Flender still could not believe it.

If what Yu Xiaogang said was true, why had he never heard of someone like Yin Chuan before?

"Being too outstanding is not always a good thing."

"Back then, I was not the only one who saw Yin Chuan's information sheet. But aside from me, no one believed that a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor could really exist."

"On top of that, Yin Chuan looks very mature. Even the dean of Nuoding Academy thought he had a fetish for pretending to be young."

"Perhaps that was part of why he remained obscure."

"Or perhaps he kept a low profile and did not like showing off in front of others."

Yu Xiaogang smiled bitterly again and again. The more he spoke, the more it hurt.

Once, a genius student had stood right before him, and he had failed to cherish him. Only after losing him did he regret it beyond measure!

If Heaven could give him one chance to start over...

"Uh."

Flender fell silent.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor—who would believe that?

It was fortunate Yu Xiaogang had believed it.

"Today is Yin Chuan's first class after joining the academy."

"Xiaogang, how about we sit in and listen? Let's see what unique insights that monster has."

Flender proposed.

After what Yu Xiaogang had said, his interest in Yin Chuan had been thoroughly piqued.

"Alright!"

"Let's take a look at how a genius thinks. If we can learn even a little..."

Yu Xiaogang could not help but fantasize.

If he could secretly learn a trick or two,

then publish it, his reputation as a master would surely become even more illustrious!