Deceiving the World and Stealing Fame, Flaunting and Swindling!

Su Yun's gaze suddenly sharpened, his voice dropping to a volume only the two of them could hear:

"Innate full spirit power Blue Silver Grass..."

"Do you really think that is an ordinary Blue Silver Grass?"

BOOM!

It felt as if something had exploded inside Yu Xiaogang's brain.

His pupils constricted, and he stared at Su Yun in disbelief.

"You... what do you mean?"

Su Yun's lips curled upward as he leaned close to Yu Xiaogang's ear, whispering like a demon:

"Among plant-type martial spirits, only the emperor can possess innate full spirit power."

"The Blue Silver Emperor."

"Master, you wouldn't happen to not even know this, would you?"

"Taking a top-tier imperial martial spirit, insisting it's a trash martial spirit, and even planning to attach a beast-type spirit ring to it to train it as a control-type."

Su Yun stepped back, watching Yu Xiaogang's face turn deathly pale, and shook his head with an expression of utter disappointment:

"Is this your 'invincible theory'?"

"I'd say it's more like 'misleading the youth'."

"You're no master; you're clearly a grand charlatan, a grand fraud!"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Yu Xiaogang felt the blood in his entire body turn cold.

The Blue Silver Emperor?!

That legendary martial spirit?!

He had always assumed Tang San's martial spirit was a mutation, or that his innate full spirit power was due to having twin martial spirits.

He had never once considered the Blue Silver Emperor!

If... if it were true...

Then wasn't the mimetic training and the Datura Snake spirit ring he had planned for Tang San completely wrong?

"No... impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

His theories were perfect! It was absolutely impossible for them to be wrong!

"What? Has your faith collapsed?"

Su Yun watched this scene, feeling incredibly satisfied.

This was what you called a dimensional strike.

Bullying people while holding the script was just that unreasonable.

He couldn't be bothered to look at this so-called "Master" again, turning around to pull the still-dazed Xiao Wu along.

"Let's go, Xiao Wu."

"Staying with someone whose IQ is in arrears for too long will make you stupid."

Xiao Wu nodded obediently, not forgetting to make a face at Tang San before leaving:

"Blehh! Weakling!"

Su Yun led Xiao Wu away, swaggering off under the awe-filled gazes of the work-study students.

He left behind only Yu Xiaogang, standing frozen in place like a weathered stone statue.

And Tang San, who lay in the mud puddle, confused and hearing only fragments, yet feeling as if he had just missed out on a fortune.

Back at the villa.

Su Yun was in a great mood, feeling like he could eat two extra bowls of rice for dinner.

Nothing was more physically and mentally satisfying than exposing a pretentious fraud to their face.

Especially when that fraud was talking nonsense with such a straight face.

"Brother Su Yun, is that Master really that stupid?"

Xiao Wu asked curiously while munching on a carrot.

"He isn't stupid."

Su Yun lay on the rocking chair, watching the drifting clouds in the sky, and said meaningfully:

"He's bad."

"To prove his theories, he doesn't hesitate to gamble with other people's futures."

"This kind of person is more terrifying than an idiot."

After speaking, he took out that little black notebook again.

This was the source of today's happiness, and it had to be recorded.

By the way, he'd add some more explosive material for Dong'er.

[Year X, Month X, Day X, Sunny.]

[I'm in a good mood today, I stripped Yu Xiaogang bare in front of him.]

[The old guy was still bragging about his 'no-waste spirit,' but I shut him up with just one sentence: 'Blue Silver Emperor.']

[Tsk tsk, watching his worldview collapse was truly a feast for the eyes.]

[Speaking of which, Tang San is also pitiful.]

[With his good Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, if it had awakened, his vitality and control would definitely be top-tier on the continent.]

[But what happened? He was tricked by Yu Xiaogang into absorbing the soul ring of a Datura Snake and adding poison attributes.]

[A life-element spirit was forced to become a poisonous weed.]

[It's like having a Dragon Slaying Saber but insisting on using it to cut watermelons, then proudly boasting about how fast you can cut them.]

[What a waste of a treasure!]

[But it's good this way. If Tang San is ruined, I'll have one less opponent.]

[Moreover, Yu Xiaogang's intentions are not pure.]

[Did he really take Tang San as a disciple for Tang San's own good?]

[No.]

[He wanted to use Tang San's twin spirits to prove that he, Yu Xiaogang, was not a waste, and to prove to the Spirit Hall and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan: Look, I've taught a god!]

[This isn't deep master-disciple affection. This is clearly a large-scale PUA session.]

[Poor Bibi Dong, how could she have been blind back then to fall for such a thing?]

[Was it because he was old? Because he didn't bathe?]

[Or was it for that line, 'Dong'er, you wouldn't want our business to get out, would you?']

[Alas, a love-struck fool, beyond saving.]

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

"Crack!"

The fifth teacup, deceased.

Bibi Dong stared at the sentence in the diary:

"Dong'er, you wouldn't want..." Her whole body went numb.

Although she didn't know the context of the phrase, the overwhelming lecherous aura made her instinctively feel a chill.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

She whispered the name, and the last trace of warmth in her eyes completely vanished.

In its place was endless coldness and disgust.

If before it was just a shattered filter, now it was a complete collapse of his persona.

"Using... to prove himself..."

Bibi Dong sneered.

Yes.

When he approached her back then, wasn't it for the Spirit Hall's collection of books? Wasn't it to prove his theories?

When she was about to be forced into marriage by Qian Xunji, where was the man who claimed to love her?

He ran.

He ran faster than a rabbit.

"Su Yun was right."

Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes, a single tear sliding from the corner of her eye, only to be instantly evaporated by her spirit power.

"This Seat was indeed blind back then."

A moment later, she reopened her eyes.

In those purple eyes, there was no longer any tenderness, only the iron-blooded authority of the Pope.

"Gui Mei."

"Your subordinate is here."

"Issue an order."

Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as Ten Thousand Year Black Ice:

"Destroy all borrowing records of Yu Xiaogang in the Spirit Hall's library."

"Also, release the Pope's Order."

"Strip Yu Xiaogang of his honorary elder status in the Spirit Hall."

"Reason: Deceiving the world with false fame, swindling and cheating!"

"This Seat will make him infamous!"

Notting City, Spirit Hall Branch.

As the grassroots office of the continent's foremost power, this building was quite grand, with a soaring dome and a massive Six-Winged Angel statue overlooking the soul masters coming and going.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the foot of the steps, hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the statue.

A hint of nostalgia appeared on that eternally stiff, zombie-like face.

Back in the day, he too was a distinguished guest here.

Even the Pope had once favored him.

"Teacher?"

Tang San called out from behind, interrupting Yu Xiaogang's reminiscing about his glorious past.

"Mm."

Yu Xiaogang snapped back to attention, tidied his faded collar, and tried to appear more dignified.

He had been humiliated by Su Yun at the academy entrance earlier and had even rolled in a mud pit, completely shattering his "Master" persona.

Now, he desperately needed to regain his standing.

And the Spirit Hall was the best place to reclaim his dignity.

"Xiao San, watch closely."

Yu Xiaogang turned his head slightly and said in a voice only they could hear:

"In this world, while strength is important, status and position are equally indispensable."

"Although my soul power is low, with this token in my hand, even the bishop of this branch will have to show me some respect."

Tang San looked at his teacher's confident profile, and the wavering belief in his heart solidified once more.

That's right.

Teacher was someone even the Spirit Hall had to respect!

That Su Yun was just a rich second-generation with a bit of money, how could he compare to Teacher?

"Let's go."

Yu Xiaogang waved his large sleeves and strode into the hall with an arrogant gait.