Dong'er, You're Still the Best

Yu Xiaogang's half of his face had swollen high, his lips twisted and puffed up. Air leaked through his words, making them muffled and indistinct, and with his face covered in blood, he roared back in rebuttal.

"You... you're talking nonsense! I, Yu Xiaogang... stand tall and proud! I'm an upright man! I'm ab-absolutely not the kind of person you say I am!!"

Seeing that his face was swollen and his mouth crooked, yet he was still stubbornly trying to act tough, the guard instantly lost all interest in dealing with him.

Trash like this, living in his own fantasies and deceiving himself, could not be awakened no matter how much reason you spoke.

"Get lost. If you dare trespass on the mountain gate again, I'll break your legs!"

Seeing that he was about to be driven away, Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened with panic. His swollen half-face pulled his features into a twisted shape as he shouted in a hoarse, leaking voice:

"I, I'm a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan! My father is the sect master, Yu Yuanzhen! You dare touch me!!"

Hearing this, the guard gave two scornful laughs, the mockery in his eyes deepening, without the slightest fear.

"Heh heh, is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon so impressive? Besides, what face does an abandoned piece of trash like you have?

Go ahead and run back to complain. Go call for backup. I'd like to see whether Yu Yuanzhen would come make trouble for our clan because of you."

One sentence struck his sore spot. Yu Xiaogang's blood surged throughout his body, and he trembled violently with rage, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he could not say a single word in rebuttal.

Just then, Tang San happened to be walking out of the sect's mountain gate with a newly made friend, intending to head into the city for a stroll.

He looked up and saw Yu Xiaogang outside the mountain gate, face swollen, mouth crooked, in an utterly wretched state.

The corner of his eye twitched hard. All that remained in his heart was helplessness, and his feet moved extremely fast as he turned around, preparing to return to the sect and pretend he had not seen him.

But he was still one step too late.

"Little San! Don't go! I'm your teacher, Yu Xiaogang! I've searched for you so bitterly!!"

Yu Xiaogang locked onto Tang San at a glance, as if he had seized the last life-saving straw, and shouted with all his strength.

Tang San's steps suddenly halted. He lowered his eyes with a soft sigh, then shook his head with a helpless, bitter smile.

"Brother Pu, go on ahead. I have something to handle."

Pu Guochang shrugged and went on first.

Tang San took a deep breath. Since there was no avoiding it, he could only turn around and slowly walk toward Yu Xiaogang.

When the gate guards saw Tang San approaching, they immediately changed to warm expressions and greeted him.

"Brother Tang San, it's been a long time since we saw you come out."

Tang San smiled gently in response. "It has indeed been a long time. I've troubled you senior brothers to keep looking out for things."

How could the guard fail to understand the meaning in his words? He waved a hand generously.

"We're all buddies. No trouble at all. Looks like you've got something to say to this man, so I'll go back to my post first. Call me anytime if anything comes up."

"Many thanks, senior brother. Another day, I'll host and invite all you senior brothers to a meal together."

"Oh? Then we'll be waiting. We'll try our best to eat you poor."

The guard laughed and patted Tang San on the shoulder, then turned back to guard the mountain gate.

Yu Xiaogang, who had watched the whole thing from the side, instantly had rage shoot straight to the top of his head. He hurriedly propped himself up from the ground, pointed at Tang San, and roared in exasperation.

"Little San! They humiliated me like this, and you're actually going to invite these people to eat! Do you still have me, your teacher, in your eyes!!"

Tang San only felt a wave of exhaustion.

"Didn't I say it in my letter? I only acknowledged you as my teacher because I was following my father's wishes.

Between you and me, there is only the title and no substance. Once I grow up, I also won't deny that you are my teacher, so you don't need to keep looking for me."

There was not the slightest embarrassment at being exposed on Yu Xiaogang's swollen face. He immediately raised his voice and shot back.

"What do you mean by that? Could it be that you think I've come looking for you again and again only because I covet using your reputation to show off?"

Tang San raised his eyes and stared straight at Yu Xiaogang expressionlessly. His gaze was indifferent and distant, and the answer was self-evident.

Yu Xiaogang was instantly choked speechless, his heart turning ice-cold.

Good, very good!

He had wasted so much effort teaching him, yet this disciple looked down on him from the bottom of his heart!

Since Tang San was so unable to appreciate favors, then this disciple was one he might as well not want!

A mediocre talent, nothing more. He was not worthy of receiving his lifelong martial soul theories at all!

A paranoid, vicious light flashed through his eyes. He immediately cast aside all master-disciple sentiment, grabbed Tang San's shoulders tightly with both hands, and spoke in a hurried, agitated tone:

"Fine! I won't ask about the matter of master and disciple! Tell me, did the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect create artificial soul rings and artificial soul bones? Is that true or not!"

His rough palms gripped Tang San's shoulders until they ached. Tang San's brows abruptly knitted together, his expression impatient as he raised a hand and forcefully pushed his hands away.

"It's true. Are you satisfied now? Remember what you just said. Don't pester me again in the future."

As his words fell, Tang San said no more. He turned and strode into the sect.

When he passed the mountain gate guards, the two of them raised their hands and lightly bumped fists, their expressions relaxed and natural as they brushed past each other.

Only Yu Xiaogang was left outside the mountain gate, his face swollen, looking utterly wretched, standing rigidly in place.

Yu Xiaogang stood frozen where he was, unable to stop trembling all over. His swollen, deformed face was twisted to the extreme. He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his eyes bloodshot as he murmured in a low voice, his tone collapsing.

"No... impossible... This is fake. You're all lying to me..."

His tone changed abruptly. First came a low, scornful chuckle, then it turned into hysterical laughter, the hoarse, leaking sound grating and deranged.

"Heh heh heh... hahahahaha!! Why?! Why is the whole world against me, Yu Xiaogang?!"

He threw back his head and howled, his hair disheveled, his body covered in dust and blood. Looking utterly insane, he slumped before the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, roaring and wailing over and over in bitter refusal.

A guard trotted forward and kicked him in the mouth.

"What are you howling for? Don't you know people inside the sect are cultivating? Get lost!"

Yu Xiaogang sprawled wretchedly in the dust, his eyes a terrifying bloodred as he stared fixedly at the guard on duty, and at the towering Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Mountain behind him.

Utter venom and hatred churned in his eyes. His teeth ground audibly as he swore, word by word, in his heart.

Just wait... all of you, just wait!

From this day on, I, Yu Xiaogang, will spare no cost, give up everything, and utterly destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!!

"Oh? You still dare glare at me!"

The guard made as if to swing a fist at him. Yu Xiaogang no longer cared about the oath he had just made; terrified, he scrambled up and fled into the distance.

After fleeing in a sorry state all the way out of the area around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's mountain gate, Yu Xiaogang leaned his back weakly against a thick tree trunk by the roadside and slowly slid down to the ground. All the hatred churning in his eyes faded away, leaving only boundless confusion.

Revenge...

Ridiculous.

What did he have to take revenge with?

His own martial soul had mutated, leaving him stuck for life as a twenty-ninth-rank Grand Soul Master, unable to break through for the rest of his days.

As the castoff son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan, no one in the clan liked him, and they were even less likely to offend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for his sake.

Flender and Liu Erlong had limited cultivation and meager influence. He could not count on them at all.

After thinking it over and over, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Bibi Dong!

Yes! He would go find Bibi Dong!

She was the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall. She absolutely had the ability to help him take revenge, to flatten his clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Light shone once more in Yu Xiaogang's murky eyes.

Dong'er, only after wandering outside, suffering every cold stare, and being abandoned by everyone did I understand that only you treated me the best.

He moved himself with his own thoughts and made up his mind.

As long as Bibi Dong helped him destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and avenge today's humiliation, he would be willing to set aside the grudges of the past and give her the chance to stay by his side.

Having decided on his escape route, Yu Xiaogang pushed himself up against the tree trunk. Limping on unsteady legs, he headed unwaveringly in the direction of Spirit City.