Master? I Call Him Grand Master!

Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the demons in his heart.

"Teacher said I'm still very weak now, I must endure."

"As long as I master the Mysterious Heaven Skill and forge Tang Sect's hidden weapons, even if he's a noble young master, I can..."

"Xiao San! Come out and work!"

At the door, Wang Sheng's loud voice interrupted Tang San's daydream.

"Today is the day for us work-study students to clean the garden! Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

Tang San clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh.

Clean the garden?

I, a dignified Tang Sect genius with innate full soul power, have to sweep the floor like a servant?

This is all Su Yun's fault!

How did I fall to this point?

If he hadn't snatched the position of leader that originally belonged to me.

Although he hadn't snatched it yet, Dorm Seven was now nominally under Su Yun's protection.

"Coming."

Tang San gritted his teeth and responded, picked up the broom, and walked out of the dormitory.

However, when he arrived at the garden, he saw a scene that made him even more collapse.

In the garden pavilion.

Su Yun was lying on a rocking chair, reading a book.

And Xiao Wu, whom he dreamed of day and night, was squatting by Su Yun's leg, massaging his leg while reciting some incantation with a bitter face.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is vast... Ah, this line is so hard to memorize!"

"Stupid rabbit, if you can't memorize it, you won't have carrots tonight."

Su Yun tapped Xiao Wu's head lightly with his scroll.

"Wuwuwu, brother is bad..."

Sunlight shone on the two of them, the scene as warm as a painting.

But in Tang San's eyes, this was clearly a "landlord bully oppressing a good girl" evidence photo!

"Su! Yun!"

The broom in Tang San's hand snapped into two pieces with a "crack."

He couldn't hold back anymore.

What endurance? What "don't bully the poor young man"?

I'm going to fight you now!

"I challenge you!"

Tang San roared, strode towards the pavilion, releasing his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Although there was only a single white soul ring (he hadn't hunted one yet, this was a virtual state displayed by the system, or simply a fluctuation of soul power), the ferocity was real.

Su Yun lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Tang San, who was rushing over like a mad dog.

"Tsk."

"What wild dog is barking so early in the morning?"

He didn't move, not even changing his posture.

He just gestured to Xiao Wu, who was reciting her lesson:

"Xiao Wu, someone is disturbing your recitation."

"Go, throw him out."

Xiao Wu was already dizzy from reciting and had nowhere to vent her anger.

Hearing this, she immediately stood up, her two rabbit ears perked up, and a hint of excited red light flashed in her eyes.

"Okay!"

"First soul skill: Waist Bow!"

Although she didn't have a soul ring yet, the combat instincts of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast were still there.

A pink figure flashed instantly.

The next second.

"Bang!"

Tang San only felt his vision blur, and then he flew up as if riding a cloud.

Splat.

He landed in the garden mud in a spread-eagle position, face first.

One-hit kill.

Xiao Wu clapped her hands, looking at Tang San on the ground with an expression of disgust:

"You couldn't even take one move from me, and you still want to challenge Brother Su Yun?"

"Blehh!"

Tang San lay in the mud pit, his mouth full of dirt and his heart full of tears.

Why?

Why did even Xiao Wu have to hit him?

This script was all wrong!

Su Yun watched this scene from the pavilion, smiling like a fox that had just stolen a snack.

He took out his diary and wrote with a pleasant mood:

[A beautiful day starts with watching Tang San eat dirt.]

[I have to say, Xiao Wu's soft-style technique is truly to my liking.]

[It seems I won't need to do it myself in the future; just close the door and release Xiao Wu!]

Tang San lay in the mud pit, feeling as though the entire world had turned gray.

The physical pain was secondary; the primary issue was the trauma to his heart.

It hurt too much.

It really hurt too much.

His Mysterious Heaven Skill, which he took such pride in, and his Purple Demon Eye, which he had practiced for years, hadn't even had a chance to be unleashed before that pink rabbit kicked him right back into his mother's womb.

What he found most unacceptable was that the person who ordered the beating was Su Yun, whom he hated to the bone; and the person who actually struck him was Xiao Wu, whom he had fallen for at first sight (unilaterally).

It was like wanting to confess to your goddess, only for her to turn around and slap you, saying:

"This slap is from my boyfriend."

There is no greater way to kill a man's spirit than this.

"San! What happened to you?!"

Just as Tang San was questioning his existence, a voice that sounded slightly anxious, but mostly exasperated, drifted over.

Yu Xiaogang walked quickly into the garden with his hands behind his back.

He had been waiting in his office for his disciple to report in, intending to put on some airs, but after waiting and waiting without seeing anyone, he came out to take a look. Good heavens, his disciple had been planted in the ground.

"Teacher..."

Tang San lifted his head with difficulty, his face covered in mud and his eyes rimmed with red.

"I... I have disgraced you."

Seeing the miserable state of the disciple he had pinned his high hopes on, the anger in Yu Xiaogang's heart flared up instantly.

He turned his head sharply, staring daggers at the youth in the pavilion who was currently peeling a grape.

"Did you do this?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was low, carrying a sense of self-righteous authority.

Su Yun didn't even lift his eyelids. He fed the peeled grape into Xiao Wu's mouth, watching the little rabbit chew with her cheeks puffed out, before replying slowly:

"Master, your eyesight isn't very good, is it?"

"Didn't you see that this wild... oh, no, that this student Tang San fell down all by himself?"

"Even trying to frame someone shouldn't be done like this, right?"

Yu Xiaogang was so angry his mustache trembled.

Fell down?

Who falls down in the shape of a 'too' character?

Who falls down and smashes a crater into the ground?

"Sophistry!"

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and adopted a lecturing posture:

"Young man, bullying a classmate just because of your family background—is this your upbringing?"

"Although Tang San comes from a humble background, he possesses twin... ahem, he possesses innate full soul power and is a rare genius! You are destroying the future of the soul master world!"

Su Yun laughed.

He stood up, clapped his hands, and walked step by step toward Yu Xiaogang.

Although he was only six years old and not as tall as Yu Xiaogang, the sense of looking down on others that radiated from his very bones made Yu Xiaogang subconsciously take half a step back.

"A genius?"

Su Yun pointed at Tang San, who was sprawled on the ground, his tone dripping with mockery:

"He can't even take a single move from a little girl, and you call this a genius?"

"Or perhaps, in your theories, Master, getting beaten up is also a talent?"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red as he argued back stubbornly:

"That is only because San has yet to obtain a spirit ring! Furthermore, his martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass; it is normal for it to be weak in the early stages!"

"As long as he cultivates according to my Ten Core Competencies and I attach the appropriate spirit rings to him, even a trash martial spirit can turn decay into magic!"

"Heh."

Su Yun let out that famous, mocking syllable.

"A trash martial spirit?"

"Master, do you perhaps have some sort of misunderstanding regarding those three words?"