A Petty Trick, Daring to Show Off Before an Expert!

"I've truly seen it all today, my eyes have been opened wide!"

Zhao Wuji pointed directly at Yu Xiaogang's nose and began to berate him, his voice booming with rage.

"And you still have the nerve to say it's 'absolutely impossible'? Who the hell do you think you are to be throwing around the word 'absolute' here!"

Yu Xiaogang was startled by the sudden roar, his face instantly turning a sickly shade of iron-blue. "Zhao Wuji! What is the meaning of this? You crude, boorish martial artist, how dare you question my authority in the world of Soul Masters?"

"Authority, my foot!"

Zhao Wuji spat on the ground, his eyes filled with utter contempt.

"You're nothing but a twenty-ninth-level trash Soul Grandmaster! You've been stuck at this level so long you can't even manage a decent fart!"

"Let me ask you, how many soul beasts have you hunted in your entire life?"

"Have you ever even been to the inner circle of the Star Dou Great Forest? Have you ever seen what a ten-thousand-year soul beast looks like?"

"You don't even know what it feels like to reach level thirty, so where did you pull this bullshit theory from, daring to assert that the limit for a third soul ring is one thousand seven hundred and sixty years?!"

Every word from Zhao Wuji was like a blade, striking true and deep, piercing straight into Yu Xiaogang's pride.

Zhao Wuji grew more animated as he spoke, his volume rising with every sentence. "You sit here copying and pasting from a few dusty books, cobbling together some nonsense conclusions, and you dare to call yourself invincible?"

"And you're always spouting that 'there are no trash martial souls, only trash Soul Masters' line! By that logic, you're the biggest piece of trash in the entire world. If you have the spare time to act so high and mighty, you'd be better off figuring out how to break through to level thirty before you open your mouth to spout more garbage!"

If Tang San were here at this moment, his eyes would surely be red with fury: Damn you, Zhao Wuji! How dare you offend my noble teacher so! You have brought this death upon yourself!

This direct, point-blank assault left Yu Xiaogang frozen in place.

His gaunt face shifted from white to blue, then to purple under the lamplight, finally settling into the color of a liver.

His bottom line had been ruthlessly exposed in front of everyone, tearing away the last shred of dignity he used to mask his arrogance.

This extreme humiliation was more agonizing than being stabbed twice.

"You... you are slandering me! He is slandering me!"

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled as he pointed a shaking finger at Zhao Wuji. "You... you brute! You are a disgrace to refinement! Truly a disgrace!"

Li Yusong and Shao Xin realized things had gone too far; if a fight actually broke out, Zhao Wuji could flatten this piece of trash with a single slap.

Old Zhao was just a hothead with no filter. They had all been colleagues for years, and while it was fine to grumble in private, why did he have to go and say it all to his face?

The two of them rushed forward, one on each side, grabbing Zhao Wuji's arms and covering his mouth.

Shao Xin was sweating profusely as he hurriedly turned to smooth things over with Yu Xiaogang.

"I'm so sorry, Grandmaster! Old Zhao has had too much to drink! He doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut, he just loves spouting the 'truth' when he's drunk!"

That attempt at smoothing things over was even more piercing than Zhao Wuji's insults.

When Yu Xiaogang heard the words "the truth," his blood pressure spiked to the ceiling, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Mmph, mmph, mmph..." Zhao Wuji continued to struggle.

Li Yusong also chimed in with a forced smile, trying to mediate. "Exactly, exactly! A Grandmaster is a man of great tolerance, don't lower yourself to the level of this brute! Old Zhao was provoked today and is just venting his drunken madness, please, bear with him!"

But at this moment, Yu Xiaogang's self-esteem had been shattered into a thousand pieces; how could he possibly listen to a single word of advice?

He couldn't stand to stay in this room for even one more second.

His dignity had been ground into the dirt, and he felt as though the very air around him was mocking him.

He wanted to rush forward and curse him to his face, but he was a weakling who couldn't possibly defeat the brawny Zhao Wuji.

Finally, he flared his nostrils, let out a heavy, cold snort, kicked open the threshold, and plunged into the night without looking back.

He sprinted all the way back to his small, dilapidated room and slammed the wooden door shut with a loud "bang."

Yu Xiaogang pressed his back against the door, his legs giving way, and he slid down to the floor.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently.

Zhao Wuji's words circled in his mind like a curse.

"You're just trash who can't break through to level thirty..."

"Have you ever seen what a ten-thousand-year soul beast looks like..."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched tight.

"Level thirty... a ten-thousand-year soul ring, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He gritted his teeth, his raspy voice sounding particularly shrill in the night.

"I, Yu Xiaogang, will prove it to all of you!"

"My theory is absolutely correct! There will never be a monster with a ten-thousand-year third ring; that is a blasphemy against the iron laws of the Soul Master world!"

Meanwhile.

Ning Rongrong had just finished picking out a bedroom with an oversized walk-in closet, mentally calculating how to slowly win over Su Chen, this top-tier prodigy, and bring him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But just as she stepped out to test the waters, she ran into an utterly absurd scene.

Xiao Wu was clinging to Su Chen like an octopus, her long legs wrapped around his waist, as the two of them walked into a room in broad daylight.

Ning Rongrong stood frozen at the top of the stairs, ten thousand question marks floating above her head.

They'd already reached the high ground?

This progress bar was moving way too fast!

She, the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had only just left the fountain; she hadn't even touched the bricks of the first outer tower yet, and this Rogue Rabbit from the other side had already led a minion wave to flatten their home crystal?

She looked down at her own chest, then recalled the undulating curves of Xiao Wu, gritting her silver teeth and stomping her feet in frustration.

"Unbelievable! How could a top-tier prize cabbage coveted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect be snatched away by some wild rabbit that popped out of nowhere!"

Everything Ning Rongrong had wanted since she was a child, she had never failed to obtain.

Even if it meant poaching, she would never back down.

As long as the hoe is swung well, there is no corner that cannot be dug!

Unconvinced, Ning Rongrong ran a few steps to the door next door and knocked hard.

The door opened a crack, and Zhu Zhuqing poked half her head out.

She didn't say a word, but her cold gaze seemed to ask, "What?"

Ning Rongrong whispered, "Zhuqing! Are you just going to watch that rabbit be so arrogant? Let's form an alliance! We'll pull her off her high horse and share the resources!"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong as if she were an idiot and coldly spat out two words.

"Boring."

Bang.

The door was shut mercilessly.

Left standing in the cold, Ning Rongrong was so angry she started throwing a tantrum on the spot.

Inside Su Chen's room at this moment.

Xiao Wu had been bottling up a belly full of fire all day. That flat-chested green tea monster from earlier, with her mouth full of sugary, flirtatious nonsense, had been calling him "Brother Chen" every other sentence. It made Xiao Wu want to twist that woman's head off right then and there to use as a soccer ball.

Retaliation! She had to retaliate hard! She had to assert her sovereignty!

The moment she entered the room, Xiao Wu shoved Su Chen onto the incredibly soft bed, then pounced on him like a hungry tiger.

"You monster! Take this Great Might Heavenly Dragon!"

Xiao Wu shouted viciously, crudely tearing at Su Chen's clothes with absolutely no regard for fair play.

Su Chen was so amused he laughed.

Give her an inch and she takes a mile.

A mere hundred-thousand-year Rogue Rabbit dared to show off her skills in front of a master? Did she not know who held the high cards in this house?

"Fine. In this card game today, it's either you or me."

"I'll let you see what a real game of Fight the Landlord is!"

The battle erupted instantly.

There were no flashy spirit skills, only the most primitive close-quarters combat.

Xiao Wu refused to be outdone, unleashing her signature move as her legs scissored toward Su Chen's waist.

"Take this! Rabbit Kicks Eagle!"

Su Chen snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, meeting her head-on.

"Petty tricks, daring to show off before an expert! Eat my Shield of Dawn!"

The bed frame groaned in violent protest.

Trapped inside the Soul Tool, Ah Yin was once again forced to spectate.

Listening to the intense battle outside, Ah Yin shivered within the space.

This boy's stamina was simply inhuman! Even a ten-thousand-year Titan Giant Ape probably didn't have such terrifying endurance, right?

Recalling Tang Hao, who always surrendered after three minutes, Ah Yin couldn't help but spit in her heart.

Truly, there is no harm without comparison; goods are meant to be discarded, and people are meant to be compared to death!

That blacksmith brute Tang Hao used all his strength on swinging his hammer, and when it came to the real business, he was a total mess.

Every night he would just close his eyes and push blindly, shouting things like, "Reviving the glory of the Clear Sky Sect is my duty!"

Revive my foot!

If it hadn't been for Spirit Hall chasing them so closely back then, forcing them to seek thrills while fleeing in the wilderness, she might not have even conceived Tang San!