No Useless Spirit, Only Useless Yu Xiaogang

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled, and he couldn't get a single word out.

Su Mo seized the moment to twist the knife. "What's wrong, Master? Are you too embarrassed to even name your own martial soul?"

"You... you're full of crap!"

"Full of crap?"

Su Mo let out a cold laugh, his eyes brimming with mockery.

"You're certainly more of an expert in that department than I am."

He glanced at Yu Xiaogang, then toward the faint silhouette of Luo Sanpao in the distance.

"A stupid pig paired with a swine—a perfect match."

"BOOM--"

The surrounding crowd erupted into hysterical laughter.

Some were doubled over on the ground, unable to straighten up; others had to lean on their classmates just to stay upright. One girl was laughing so hard tears streamed down her face, wiping them away as she gasped, "I can't, I can't, I'm going to die laughing."

Yu Xiaogang's chest heaved, his eyes bloodshot, breathing as heavily as an ox.

He wanted nothing more than to lash out and teach this bastard a lesson.

But he didn't dare.

His martial soul was Luo Sanpao.

It could knock someone out with a fart, but if it actually came to a fight...

Setting aside whether he could win, he would only end up making a fool of himself.

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

If it weren't for this guy interfering, Tang San becoming his disciple would have been a done deal!

He took a deep breath, forcing down the rage in his heart, and looked at Tang San once more.

"San, you need to think this through."

His tone turned earnest, even carrying a hint of pleading.

"Your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass; I am the only one in the entire continent who can teach you how to cultivate it."

At this, Yu Xiaogang straightened his back, wearing an expression of arrogant pride.

He truly had reached the point where he believed his own lies.

Tang San tilted his head, looking at him with a thoughtful expression.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of joy.

There's a chance!

He continued, "As long as you take me as your master, I will definitely train you to become the most powerful spirit master on the continent! I am a level 29 Great Spirit Master and the number one authority on martial soul theory! What could a brat who just enrolled possibly teach you?"

As a reincarnator who had trained a god in his past life, he felt he had the confidence to say so.

Tang San remained silent for three seconds.

Then, he spoke.

"But my master sent a level 17 guard flying with a single punch."

Yu Xiaogang: "..."

Tang San continued, "You say you're the number one authority on martial soul theory, yet you haven't even figured out your own martial soul."

Yu Xiaogang: "..."

Tang San twisted the knife further. "You say you're the only one in the continent who can teach me, but my master has already taught me everything you mentioned, and explained it better. Besides, in the stories my master tells me, many 'trash' characters end up becoming protagonists and turning the tables. I've benefited greatly from them. Can you tell stories about protagonists?"

Yu Xiaogang's mouth opened, then snapped shut.

Stories about protagonists?

What kind of nonsense was that?

Su Mo spoke up leisurely from the side, "Oh, right, Master. You were saying earlier, what kind of spirit ring were you going to add for San?"

Yu Xiaogang froze, then puffed out his chest. "Blue Silver Grass is suited for the control path, so naturally, it needs poison and control-type spirit rings. If a suitable one can't be found, a ten-year Lone Bamboo is also a decent choice. The spirit skill Blue Silver Pole Vault allows for both advancing and retreating, and it enhances resilience—"

"Pfft—"

Su Mo truly couldn't hold it in this time.

He laughed until he was swaying back and forth, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed a deep red. "What are you laughing at?!"

Su Mo wiped the corner of his eye and waved his hand. "Nothing, nothing. I just remembered a joke."

"What joke?"

"There was a master who saw a ten-year Lone Bamboo and wanted to add it to his disciple."

Yu Xiaogang frowned. "What's funny about that? A ten-year Lone Bamboo is indeed suitable for Blue Silver Grass, and with my strength, there's no need to worry about danger—"

Su Mo was speechless.

"You think you're fit to be a master? I've never seen such a shameless person in my life." Su Mo interrupted him. "Besides, what about the poison attribute you mentioned?"

He stared straight into Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

"The Datura Snake is a poison-attribute beast, which completely conflicts with the life attribute of the Blue Silver Grass. If you really force a poison spirit ring onto him, he will never be able to unleash the true potential of his Blue Silver Grass in this lifetime."

Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted.

How did he know about the Datura Snake? Was it a coincidence?

And what was this "life attribute"? He had never even heard of such a thing.

Su Mo continued, "Under normal circumstances, the correct developmental path for Blue Silver Grass should be life, tenacity, resilience, and vitality. Not that poison-control theory of yours."

He shook his head, his tone dripping with undisguised mockery.

"And you call yourself a Grandmaster? You can't even figure out the attributes of a martial soul, yet you have the nerve to teach others?"

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, wanting to retort.

But he couldn't find the words.

Because he truly hadn't considered these things.

His past experiences had only taught him that Blue Silver Grass was a trash martial soul, that the control system was useful, and that the Datura Snake was powerful.

As for attribute conflict?

He didn't know.

He really didn't know.

Watching him in this state, Su Mo sighed.

"Tang San, remember this."

Tang San immediately pricked up his ears.

"There are no trash martial souls, only a trash Yu Xiaogang."

Tang San blinked, lost in thought.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned completely green.

"You—!"

Su Mo looked at him, his gaze calm.

"What, you disagree?"

"Then why don't we compare?"

Yu Xiaogang's breath hitched.

Compare?

Compare what?

Compare theoretical knowledge? He seemed to have just been rendered speechless.

Compare actual combat? He was a level 29 Great Spirit Master whose martial soul was a pig that only farted, while the six-year-old kid across from him was seven feet tall and had sent a level 17 guard flying with a single punch.

Compare what?

Compare who would live longer?

He was fifty, and the kid was six; he didn't seem to have the advantage there either.

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled for a long time.

The surrounding crowd was still laughing.

Tang San was still looking at him with that curious expression.

Su Mo just stood there calmly, waiting for his answer.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly had a feeling—

He had lost.

He had lost to a six-year-old child.

He had lost to a guy who only knew how to tell people to "read books."

He had lost completely and utterly.

His lips moved, and finally, he squeezed out a sentence:

"Tang San, you... you will regret this."

Tang San looked bewildered. "Why would I regret it?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't answer.

He turned and walked away.

His pace was hurried.

His retreating figure exuded an indescribable sense of wretchedness.

After walking a dozen steps, he couldn't help but glance back.

Tang San was huddled beside Su Mo, diligently offering him water, his smile as radiant as a sunflower.

Su Mo took the water, drank a mouthful, and casually patted him on the head.

Tang San wasn't annoyed; instead, he laughed even more happily.

Yu Xiaogang turned his head away in silence.

He kept walking.

He walked faster and faster.

In the end, he was practically fleeing in a panic.

Behind him, Su Mo's voice drifted over faintly:

"Oh, that's right, Tang San, do you want to hear the rest of that joke from earlier?"

"I do!"

"There was a Grandmaster who spent half his life studying martial souls, only to find out he didn't even know why his own martial soul could only fart."

"Hahaha, then didn't he study for nothing?"

"Exactly, so they say, there are no trash martial souls, only trash—"

The voice grew more and more distant.

Yu Xiaogang's footsteps faltered for a moment.

Then he walked even faster.

Looking increasingly pathetic.

This scene was witnessed by almost all the new students.

"Who was that guy just now?"