Set a Small Goal: Become a God at Eighteen

"Trash, getting injured by just this much."

"Truly garbage. A dignified Soul Saint, bullying the weak is one thing, but to end up like this is pathetic."

Mockery aside, everyone's eyes remained glued to the Live Broadcast Room.

Their gazes were filled with a craving for the Backup Hidden Energy Source. Whether it was Battle Armor or the Backup Hidden Energy Source, these were all treasures; who wouldn't want them?

On the screen.

The Shrek Seven Devils waited for the explosion to dissipate before rushing to Zhao Wuji's side.

"Teacher Zhao, are you alright?"

"What kind of weapon was that? It's terrifying—even Teacher Zhao was injured by it."

They all felt a sense of relief, Tang San included.

Fortunately, it was Zhao Wuji who took the blast; had it been them, they would have certainly been blown to bits.

Zhao Wuji coughed, his entire body burning with unbearable heat, and he shouted in a panic:

"Oscar, hurry!"

Oscar nimbly pulled out a Big Sausage, specifically for treating injuries, and shoved it into Zhao Wuji's mouth.

Zhao Wuji chewed it down, his injuries recovering slightly, though he remained severely wounded.

"Damn it, I was tricked by that brat. To think he had such underhanded tricks—don't let me catch him again."

"I can't take you to hunt for soul rings today. Let me rest for two days; we'll head to the Star Dou Forest in two days."

Listening to this, Tang San felt even more envious. First, there was the Soul Guidance Pistol, then the Battle Armor, and now another soul guidance device with such explosive power.

The Live Broadcast Room provided a thoughtful explanation.

[Whether it is the Main Timeline Tang San or the Parallel Timeline Tang San, both are envious. He truly desires these technologies.]

The Main Timeline Tang San's face turned black.

It was this Live Broadcast Room again, speaking his inner thoughts aloud—it was truly excessive.

[This collision ended with a landslide victory for Ye Tianyun. It was Shrek Academy's first defeat, but it would not be their last.]

[In many future collisions, Shrek Academy would fail repeatedly, eventually experiencing internal division and a scandal that ruined their reputation.]

The eldest of the Soul Saint Brothers felt a sense of regret:

"What a pity, we haven't seen Ye Tianyun in our timeline yet."

He said this specifically to spite Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

What kind of status did they have to even compare themselves to Ye Tianyun?

Facing the mockery, Tang San replied with feigned indifference:

"So what? The Shrek Academy of our timeline is absolutely powerful—the future winners of life."

"Right, right, the Rogue Academy. Acting like thugs in public, bullying the weak. By the way, why don't you try going to Martial Soul Hall? The people there are actually strong."

The Soul Saint Brothers' words were as venomous as poison, so sharp that Tang San felt too ashamed to retort.

Because the current Shrek Academy had already collapsed, labeled as a "Rogue Academy"—a synonym for thugs. Everywhere they went, they were met with public scorn.

Although he felt he had done nothing wrong, if the whole world thought otherwise, didn't that mean he was in the wrong?

Liu Erlong was so angry she wanted to strike someone, but it wasn't convenient to act; after all, this incident was indeed Shrek Academy's fault.

If they resorted to violence now, the Shrek Academy brand would be completely ruined, becoming an object of disgust across the Douluo Continent.

[After this conflict, Zhao Wuji did not think of pursuing them; he simply swallowed the bitter pill with tears in his eyes, planning to take revenge later.]

[This is Zhao Wuji, a villain through and through. His only merit is protecting his own, but is that even a merit?]

Is that even a merit?

With a single sentence, Zhao Wuji was completely negated.

Zhao Wuji felt the pressure, but with no other options, he could only swallow the bitter pill once more.

[On the other side, after leaving, Ye Tianyun quickly returned to Canghui Academy.]

Ye Zhiqiu heard the explosion and, seeing Ye Tianyun return, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:

"What exactly happened? That explosion just now was..."

"Oh, family heritage."

Ye Tianyun replied casually, planting the seeds for his own background.

Ye Zhiqiu fell silent, his mind racing as he labeled Ye Tianyun as a scion of a great clan with an unfathomable background.

After all, if even Zhao Wuji could be forced to retreat, the boy was at least a Soul Saint, possibly a Soul Douluo, with a zero percent chance of being a Title Douluo.

A Title Douluo's family wouldn't come to a place like his.

[Upon returning to the academy, Ye Tianyun had already used his powerful soul power to sense Tang San's approximate Soul Power Level, which was still higher than his own.]

[But Ye Tianyun never felt discouraged. They awakened their martial souls on the same day of the same month of the same year; Tang San's Innate Soul Power was a hundred times his own, yet he was gradually catching up. This was already a great success.]

Tang San stared at the Live Broadcast Room, feeling deeply displeased, as if a thorn were stuck in his throat.

He refused to accept it; given that their initial gap was a hundredfold, why was Ye Tianyun progressing so rapidly, his cultivation speed completely crushing his own?

If things continued this way, Ye Tianyun would likely become a Title Douluo soon, so how could he possibly compete?

[However, even so, Ye Tianyun remained very dissatisfied with himself, feeling that his cultivation speed was too slow.]

???

The entire Douluo Continent was dumbfounded.

No, brother, what are you doing?

In six years, his Soul Power had increased by over twenty levels, yet he still complained that his cultivation speed was too slow—he had no idea how many people he was crushing with that statement.

Tang San couldn't help but curse:

"Pretending, this kid is pretending again. What's there to show off? Just because his cultivation speed is fast, he really thinks he's something special."

Regardless, he couldn't accept Ye Tianyun being so arrogant.

[Ye Tianyun even set a small goal for himself: to become a god by the age of eighteen.]

Silence. The Douluo Continent went quiet once more.

They even wondered if they had misheard.

Becoming a god at eighteen.

The youngest record currently known for an eighteen-year-old wasn't even a Soul Emperor; at most, they were only a Soul King.

And yet, Ye Tianyun wanted to become a god at eighteen.

Tang San began cursing and swearing again:

"What is he pretending for? Becoming a god at eighteen—can he actually do it? Does he have the ability?"

Though he said this, Tang San was panicking inside. At Ye Tianyun's current rate of cultivation, let alone eighteen, he felt that seventeen was entirely possible.

After all, it really was like he was using a cheat code.

The Guidance Method undergoing version updates, along with various Battle Armors, the Star Contemplation Method, and Focus Potions—these were all things Ye Tianyun had created himself.

Who knew? One day, he might actually become a god.

Yu Xiaogang was also panicking, muttering to himself:

"This shouldn't be. There shouldn't be such an outstanding person in the world, especially since he hasn't even received a divine inheritance."

At the same time, the God Realm was stunned.

Asura God was the first to voice his doubts:

"Is it truly possible to become a god at eighteen? Unless a god is willing to assist him, it is absolutely impossible to achieve godhood by eighteen."

He had seen many geniuses across the continents, but very few could become gods at eighteen, and that included Tang San.

God of Destruction, however, spoke with conviction:

"It is not impossible. If he existed in our space-time, with such talent, I would truly want him to become my successor; I would even pull strings for him."

Asura God was left speechless, his mind involuntarily drifting into thought.

If Ye Tianyun truly existed, perhaps it would be better to abandon Tang San.