Yu Xiaogang Wants to Go to Shrek Academy

The next morning, the sun had barely peeked over the horizon, leaving a faint, fish-belly white glow in the sky.

On the roof of the faculty dormitory, two figures—one large, one small—sat cross-legged facing the east. Their eyes were both a deep purple, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill within them circulated constantly, absorbing a hazy purple mist.

Absorbing the purple energy that rose in the east every morning to strengthen one's pupil power was the method for practicing the Purple Demon Eye. Tang San had taken the initiative to ask Tang Chuan to practice it with him.

"Godfather, are you going to teach us today?"

After the training session concluded, Tang Chuan and Tang San sat face-to-face in his private quarters, eating breakfast.

The table was spread with various breakfast items, all prepared by Tang Chuan himself. Although he hadn't been much of a cook in his previous life, he had learned the skill after crossing over to the Douluo world out of necessity.

"I am going to teach, but only this once. Yu Xiaogang will take over again afterward."

Tang Chuan nodded, took a sip of porridge, and looked at Tang San across from him. Tang San was currently devouring his meal, a piece of bread in his left hand and a spoonful of porridge in his right.

Though they were not related by blood, Tang San truly viewed Tang Chuan as his own father now; his status was, if anything, even higher than Tang Hao's.

"San, I intend for you to graduate early once this school year is finished. I wanted to see what you think about that."

"Graduate early?"

Tang San paused mid-bite. He had read the school rules, and he didn't recall any provisions for early graduation.

However, since his godfather had said it, Tang San felt no doubt—only curiosity as to why his godfather wanted him to leave early.

"Godfather, I think learning the theoretical knowledge here is quite good. Even though what you've taught me is already very comprehensive, there is no end to learning."

"True. I am pleased you have that mindset, San. But you must understand: that Yu Xiaogang is a fraud who plagiarizes theories. What kind of proper knowledge could he possibly teach you?"

"Besides, I intend to take you to seek out certain opportunities that will accelerate your growth. Don't you want to rebuild the Tang Sect as quickly as possible?"

Tang Chuan's words held merit. As long as Tang San remained at Nuoding Academy, his theory teacher would always be Yu Xiaogang, because Yu Xiaogang would never give up on the idea of poaching Tang San.

Once those words were spoken, Tang San truly fell into deep thought. His godfather was right. Tang San regretted saying what he had just said; he hadn't factored Yu Xiaogang into the equation, and the Tang Sect was his lifelong ambition—it was his bottom line.

"Then I'll trouble you, Godfather. I will graduate early in one year!"

Tang San no longer hesitated. Wherever his godfather was, that was home. If he wanted to learn anything, he could just ask his godfather.

After breakfast, the two walked toward the teaching building. With some time left before class, Tang Chuan intended to look through some theoretical texts first.

Meanwhile, in Yu Xiaogang's room.

Yu Xiaogang's upper body was wrapped in bandages. While he couldn't move around vigorously, getting out of bed was simple enough.

"Damn that Tang Chuan! It was one thing for him to teach Tang San such insidious spirit skills, but now he's stealing my classes too!"

His face was full of fury and resentment; Yu Xiaogang was in immense distress.

He had only learned after the Dean spoke that Tang San's master was named Tang Chuan, and that the man was actually going to substitute for him?

This was unacceptable. Yu Xiaogang had never believed that anyone on the continent possessed theories richer than his own. The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls—the theories he prided himself on—were unique in the entire world.

"Hmph, this master will see for himself what kind of 'theories' you can spout!"

Ignoring his wounds, Yu Xiaogang threw on a coat and limped toward the teaching building.

As soon as he reached the building, he heard a burst of intense applause coming from the classroom where Tang Chuan was teaching—a level of reception he had never received in all his years of teaching.

Frowning, Yu Xiaogang endured the pain and hurried toward the door. At a glance, he saw the Dean and the grade directors sitting in the back row with expressions of "being enlightened," while the students looked on with fervent, worshipful gazes.

"Are these really the students I taught? They haven't been possessed, have they?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression was as sour as if he'd eaten something foul. His own classes were always deathly silent; in contrast, Tang Chuan's classroom was like seeing the sun.

In the classroom, Tang San, sitting closest to the podium, looked at his godfather with total adoration. This was his godfather—a man whose profound wisdom was enough for anyone to study for a lifetime!

"This Lord Tang Chuan truly possesses great wisdom. I feel like the knowledge he's shared could be published in a book."

"Indeed. Previously, when Yu Xiaogang said there were no trash martial souls, only trash spirit masters, it sounded reasonable. But after Master Tang Chuan explained it, it seems full of holes."

Even the Dean in the back was whispering with the grade directors.

Outside the door, Yu Xiaogang leaned his entire body against the wall. Outside, a warm breeze blew through the quiet hallway, while inside the classroom, there was thunderous applause and eager questioning.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang felt utterly incompetent, listening as Tang Chuan slapped his face in the very field he excelled in.

"Should I just leave?"

The thought surfaced in his mind without reason. He wanted to leave. He had lost a disciple like Tang San, and finding a second one would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. Yu Xiaogang couldn't afford to wait, and he didn't want to.

Dejected, he returned to his quarters and pulled open a drawer. A yellowing letter of recommendation lay quietly inside.

It was a letter from Flender, the "Flying One" of the Golden Iron Triangle and his old friend.

Flender's greatest wish had been to open an academy of his own. Surely, by now, he had succeeded?

"Suotuo City, Shrek Academy, only accepts monsters..."

A light reignited in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Yes, he still had Flender, and he still had Shrek Academy. If they only recruited monsters, wouldn't that be the perfect gathering place for his disciples?

Since he couldn't defeat Tang Chuan and couldn't take Tang San as a disciple, he would simply cultivate an even stronger one. Once he defeated Tang San, the boy would surely come crawling back, begging to be his disciple!

Just wait. He, Yu Xiaogang, would prove to be the most brilliant theoretical master on the continent, and his disciple would undoubtedly become a Titled Douluo!

Without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang began to pack his belongings. He stopped halfway through, however, because all his money had been lost in the bet against Tang San. How was he supposed to get to Suotuo City without travel funds? Was he expected to walk?

"Damn it! I'll let you be arrogant for a little longer. Once I collect my spirit master subsidy, I'll leave this place and find my true disciple!"