Dogs who lick others to death die badly, unless they lick me

"Young friend, what can I do for you?"

Yu Xiaogang asked indifferently, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

Su Yun looked at Yu Xiaogang with a beaming smile.

Observing him at close range, this 'Grandmaster' certainly had a rather unique appearance.

"Nothing much, I just heard that Notting Academy has a Grandmaster who claims to be invincible in theory. Seeing you today, I came specifically to seek some guidance."

Su Yun glanced at Tang San, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"This little friend has innate full spirit power, right? Is the Grandmaster planning to take him as a disciple?"

Yu Xiaogang was startled inwardly.

How did this youth see through it at a single glance?

Yet, he maintained a profound and mysterious expression on his face.

"Indeed. This child has extraordinary talent, and only with my theories can he be guided to success."

"Oh?"

Su Yun raised an eyebrow and suddenly launched an attack.

"Then may I ask, Grandmaster, since your theories are invincible, why are you still only a Great Spirit Master to this day?"

"Why is your mutated spirit, Luo Sanpao, only capable of farting to blast people, rather than evolving into a Golden Sacred Dragon?"

"Do you dare to call yourself a Grandmaster just by piecing together a few so-called core competencies from the basic information made public by Spirit Hall?"

"If this isn't misleading the youth, then what is?"

Su Yun's words were like a series of slaps, landing smack, smack, smack across Yu Xiaogang's face.

Yu Xiaogang's zombie-like face instantly turned the color of liver.

"You... you..."

He pointed at Su Yun, his finger trembling, too furious to speak.

This was his reverse scale!

It was the greatest pain of his entire life!

Never before had anyone dared to expose his scars in public like this!

"What 'you'?"

Su Yun sneered, took a step forward, and slightly released the aura belonging to a level 20 Great Spirit Master.

"What? Did I hit the mark? Are you angry from embarrassment?"

"With that spirit of yours that only knows how to fart, are you even worthy of teaching someone with innate full spirit power?"

"Tang San, is it?"

Su Yun turned to look at the bewildered Tang San, tapped his shoulder lightly with a folding fan, and spoke in a tone full of temptation.

"Little friend, take a piece of advice from your big brother."

"If you follow a piece of trash who only knows how to talk on paper, your life will be ruined."

"Would you consider hanging out with me instead?"

Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong watched the real-time broadcast within the diary.

Although it was only text, the imagery was incredibly vivid, especially Su Yun's line about "farting to blast people." She froze completely.

"Luo Sanpao... farting..."

A segment of dusty memories attacked her.

It was back when she was young and traveling with Yu Xiaogang.

Every time they encountered danger, Yu Xiaogang would summon that pig-like Luo Sanpao.

Then, luo-luo-luo, the farting would sound like thunder, and the heaven-shaking, earth-shattering Luo Sanpao would appear.

Following that, a cloud of yellow gas would erupt, accompanied by a nauseating stench.

Back then, blinded by love, she had thought it was cute and unique.

But now, as the filter shattered, that smell seemed to travel through time and space, drilling back into her nose.

Ugh!

Bibi Dong clutched her chest, the physiological discomfort causing her to retch.

"Too... too disgusting."

The generation's Pope turned deathly pale, her eyes hollow.

She had actually suffered for twenty years over such a thing?

"Su Yun..."

Bibi Dong leaned weakly against the back of her chair, staring at the diary with eyes filled with extreme complexity.

"You win."

"This Seat's dream is shattered."

The air suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.

Tang San looked at the youth before him, who radiated an air of nobility, and then glanced at Yu Xiaogang beside him, who was dressed in simple cloth and, despite his down-and-out appearance, possessed a gaze of firm determination (feigned).

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes, which had not yet fully shed their childishness, but it quickly hardened into stubbornness.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he believed that a teacher for one day is a father for life.

Although this Grandmaster certainly looked a bit shabby and his strength was a bit weak, that lonely temperament of "everyone is drunk while I alone am sober" inexplicably struck a chord with Tang San.

What was this called?

This was called like attracting like.

Two people who both felt their talents were unrecognized and both believed they held the truth experienced a strange resonance of souls at this moment.

"I'm sorry."

Tang San took half a step back, standing beside Yu Xiaogang, using his actions to declare his stance.

"Although this young master is very wealthy, I still feel that Grandmaster's theories are more suitable for me."

"Furthermore,"

Tang San raised his head, his clear eyes revealing a hint of stubbornness, "Although my teacher is not strong, he possesses great wisdom. I trust his judgment."

Upon hearing this, a flush of emotion suddenly appeared on Yu Xiaogang's stiff, corpse-like face.

He straightened his back like a victorious rooster, looked down at Su Yun through his nostrils, and let out a cold snort:

"Did you hear that? This is what it means to have a discerning eye."

"There are some things that money cannot buy. For instance, knowledge, and dignity."

"Young man, although you come from a noble background, you still have a long way to go in this regard."

Heh.

Su Yun almost laughed out loud.

Knowledge?

Dignity?

How could those two words sound so scorching when they came out of your mouth?

Your knowledge is plagiarized, and your dignity is propped up by the token Bibi Dong gave you; how do you have the face to talk to me about this?

However, Su Yun did not get angry.

Because he saw a trace of vigilance and detachment deep in Tang San's eyes.

This kid was extremely guarded.

Trying to force him into submission now would only trigger his rebellious nature.

Besides, what was the point of subduing Tang San?

To raise a tiger that would eventually turn on him?

Or to wait until he grew powerful, stabbed him in the back, and said, "You have already brought the path of death upon yourself"?

Su Yun shook his head and clicked his tongue:

"Tsk, since you insist on jumping into a pit of fire, I won't stop you."

"Respect the fate of others, and let go of the urge to help."

Su Yun took a deep look at Tang San, his gaze like that of someone watching a fool about to invest his entire life savings into a Ponzi scheme.

"I hope that when you get blasted in the face by that pig's fart in the future, you can still remember today's 'great wisdom'."

Having said that, he ignored the deeply affectionate master and disciple, turned around, and beckoned to the gatekeeper, who had already been scared silly.

"Open the gate."

The gatekeeper snapped out of his trance, scrambled to open the main gate, and bowed and scraped:

"Right away, young master! Right away, young master!"

The carriage slowly drove into the academy, leaving behind a cloud of exhaust (not really) and two faces that had turned livid.

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the departing luxury carriage, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

Humiliation!

This was naked, blatant humiliation!

In his life, Yu Xiaogang hated nothing more than these power-tripping scions of the elite!

"Xiao San,"

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and turned to look at Tang San, his tone becoming exceptionally earnest.

"Remember, people like this may possess temporary glory and wealth, but their temperament is fickle, and they are destined not to go far."

"The path of a Spirit Master relies on perseverance and wisdom, not money."

Tang San nodded heavily, a flash of brilliance crossing his eyes.

"Teacher is right. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west; never bully a young man because he is poor!"

"Good!"

Yu Xiaogang was greatly comforted.

"That's the spirit! Come, Teacher will take you to register!"

The master and disciple marched into the academy with high spirits, as if they could already see a future where they trampled Spirit Hall underfoot and punched Title Douluos.

Little did they know, Su Yun, sitting in his carriage, was furiously scribbling in his diary, preparing to deliver them a social death!