Tang San Horrified, the Spirit Hall Pope Has a Problem with Her Head?

"Grandmaster Yu, I've heard some of your deeds as well, and I know a little about your reputation as the Number One Theory Master of the Continent."

"But fame is no substitute for meeting someone in person. Your theories have truly disappointed me."

"If I really let you teach Xiao San, that would be irresponsible toward him. Therefore, I've changed my mind. I refuse to let you become Xiao San's teacher."

Tang Wulin shook his head, his handsome face now filled with determination.

He reached out and grabbed Tang San, glanced at Yu Xiaogang, then ignored him completely as he prepared to leave with Tang San.

For Yu Xiaogang, an angry confrontation and furious shouting would have made him angry, but this indifferent and disdainful disregard was even harder for him to accept.

Yu Xiaogang had been the pride of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan since childhood. Before the age of six, countless people had placed high hopes on him.

Yet at six, he awakened Luo Sanpao and became the undisputed King of Farts. Even within the clan, despite being the clan leader's son, he still suffered countless scornful looks.

To prove himself, he left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, eager to make a name for himself on the continent.

Now, at least, he had earned the title of the Number One Theory Master of the Continent. But the theories he took pride in had just been completely disregarded by Tang Wulin.

How could he endure that? He was utterly unable to accept this humiliation!

"Stop right there!"

Yu Xiaogang's chest heaved violently with fury. He roared, wanting to say something in his own defense.

But Tang Wulin couldn't be bothered to acknowledge the clown. With Tang San in tow, he continued walking toward the academy.

"Damn it! Luo Sanpao, come out!"

"First Soul Skill: Farting Like Thunder, Shattering Heaven and Earth—Luo Sanpao!"

Seeing that he had been ignored once again, Yu Xiaogang finally lost control. A mere brat who had appeared in a small place like Notting City actually dared to ignore him.

Yu Xiaogang even suspected that all of this had been arranged by Tang Wulin long ago. Tang San's refusal to acknowledge him as his teacher, and even his disregard and rebuttal, must have been caused by Tang Wulin's twisted teachings.

Accompanied by a furious roar, a purple-skinned boar appeared beside Yu Xiaogang's feet.

The moment the purple-skinned boar appeared, it began rubbing against Yu Xiaogang's trouser leg, displaying an intimate expression.

Oink, oink, oink...

Two yellow Soul Rings appeared beneath Yu Xiaogang.

As the first yellow Soul Ring began to shine, Luo Sanpao, which resembled a purple-skinned boar, suddenly swelled up. Its body became round and plump, its skin seemingly stretched taut by something beneath it.

The next moment, Luo Sanpao abruptly turned around, aiming its rear at Tang Wulin and Tang San.

Boom!

With a tremendous roar, a dense yellow fog sprayed directly from Luo Sanpao's rear.

The instant Yu Xiaogang summoned Luo Sanpao and used his Soul Skill, Tang Wulin had already reacted.

He grabbed Tang San, and the two vanished in an instant!

The next moment, the foul-smelling yellow smoke had already enveloped the spot where Tang Wulin and Tang San had just been standing.

"Damn it!"

"Yu Xiaogang, you've earned a death sentence!"

Only then did Tang San react. Looking at the foul-smelling yellow smoke, the killing intent in his heart surged to its absolute limit.

The Silent Sleeve Arrow in his hand shot toward Yu Xiaogang's heart in an instant.

He had actually used such a disgusting thing to attack himself and his teacher. He couldn't even imagine how disgusting it would have been if his teacher hadn't reacted quickly and taken him away before he was hit!

And this kind of trash had actually wanted him to acknowledge him as his teacher? It was simply an insult to him.

The Silent Sleeve Arrow shot out and instantly reached Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang hadn't even reacted. The sleeve arrow was about to pierce straight through his chest.

In the next instant, the boar that had been standing beside Yu Xiaogang suddenly leaped up, barely blocking the sleeve arrow.

As the sleeve arrow pierced through Luo Sanpao, Luo Sanpao fell painfully to the ground.

Yu Xiaogang also jerked backward, blood spilling from his mouth. He had clearly suffered severe injuries.

Tang San watched coldly. He immediately used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and appeared beside Yu Xiaogang.

He kicked Luo Sanpao, which had tried to block him, flying away. Then he loaded another Silent Sleeve Arrow, intending to give Yu Xiaogang a vicious strike.

Just as he was ready, Tang Wulin made his move.

He suddenly kicked Yu Xiaogang, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into the entrance of Notting Academy.

The tremendous force made Yu Xiaogang's entire body convulse. His bones and internal organs suffered severe damage, and a mist of blood sprayed from his mouth.

Large quantities of Blue Silver Yellow Vines simultaneously grew from the ground, hanging Yu Xiaogang before the gates of Notting Academy like a dead pig.

After finishing all this, Tang Wulin nodded in satisfaction before turning his gaze toward Tang San.

"Xiao San, although this fellow is a worthless piece of trash, it isn't suitable to kill him right now."

"This trash once had a relationship with the current Pope of Spirit Hall, and he's also the son of the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Killing him in broad daylight like this would be disadvantageous for both you and me!"

Yu Xiaogang could be killed, but it had to be done slowly, gradually, and according to a plan!

If he were killed in broad daylight like this, setting aside whether the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would go mad, that woman in Spirit Hall who was currently acting insane would definitely fly into a complete frenzy.

Considering the power Spirit Hall had displayed and Bibi Dong's current strength, let alone whether Tang Hao was nearby to protect them—even if he were, escaping the pursuit of a crazed Bibi Dong would probably still be difficult.

Therefore, killing Yu Xiaogang had to be carefully planned. At the very least, they had to wait until they were strong enough. Otherwise, killing him would truly plunge them into trouble.

"What?"

"Teacher, could the current Pope of Spirit Hall have something wrong with her head? How could she have once fallen for a worthless piece of trash who does nothing but fart?"

"And what is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? A martial soul that only knows how to fart actually has such an imposing name?"

Tang San was horrified. He had originally held some favorable feelings toward Spirit Hall. After all, his martial soul had been awakened by Spirit Hall.

Spirit Hall even offered subsidies to soul masters. Although they weren't much, he had originally planned to collect them.

But now, after hearing from his teacher that the head of Spirit Hall—the current Pope—had actually had a relationship with such a farting piece of trash...

How could he not be shaken to the core?

No, no, no. I absolutely can't go to Spirit Hall to collect the subsidy. The top leader of Spirit Hall clearly has something wrong with her head. There must be a serious problem with her in some way!

And that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—how could a martial soul that only knows how to fart have a name like that?

Are they really not afraid of getting beaten up?

Farting can actually be enough to establish a clan too?

Tang San's expression at that moment was impossible to describe. Even the way he looked at Yu Xiaogang, hanging at the academy gates, was filled with strange curiosity.

Tang San's expression was...