Yu Xiaogang's Deception!

The night was deep within the Nuoding City Junior Spirit Master Academy.

Tang San stood where he was, his gaze fixed firmly on the backs of Ling Xuqing and Gu Yuena.

Not until those two small figures had completely vanished around the corner of the dormitory building did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

His right hand remained in a position sliding toward his cuff, his fingertips slightly pale.

He... how did he know?

Tang San muttered to himself in his heart, shock and doubt churning deep within his eyes.

The Sleeve Arrow was one of the most basic, yet most concealed, hidden weapons of the Tang Sect.

Having practiced in the outer sect of the Tang Sect since childhood, he knew well how to restrain his aura and how to complete a kill without a sound.

Just a moment ago, he had believed his actions to be seamless, to the point that not even the frequency of his breathing had changed in the slightest.

Yet that boy named Ling Xuqing had not only seen through his movement, but had even directly named the "Sleeve Arrow" and "hidden weapon"!

How was this possible?

How could a child who appeared to be only six years old, without even a first spirit ring, be so knowledgeable about hidden weapons?

Could it be that behind him also stood a hidden sect similar to the Tang Sect?

Damn it... you have already invited your own death!

Tang San coldly recited this sentence in his heart.

Ling Xuqing had not only humiliated his teacher to his face, but had also seen through his trump card.

This uncontrollable variable caused Tang San, who was accustomed to controlling everything, to feel a surge of intense unease and murderous intent.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."

A fit of violent coughing pulled Tang San back from his thoughts.

He turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang, who was sprawled on the grass a dozen meters away.

At this moment, where was there any trace of the "Grandmaster's" demeanor in Yu Xiaogang?

He looked as if his bones had been drained, curled up on the cold grass with a streak of glaring blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Gu Yuena's kick just now, while seemingly effortless, had actually contained terrifying power that had nearly shattered his internal organs.

Tang San walked over quickly, crouched down, and reached out to support Yu Xiaogang's shoulder: "Teacher, are you alright?"

Hearing Tang San's concerned voice, the unfocused eyes of Yu Xiaogang finally regained some clarity.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at this disciple filled with worry, and a sense of bitterness and gratitude welled up in his heart.

"I... I am fine..." Yu Xiaogang panted, his voice hoarse.

He struggled to sit up with Tang San's help, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Although his body was enduring immense pain, Yu Xiaogang's eyes gradually grew bright.

He looked at Tang San, his mind racing frantically.

Ling Xuqing's words just now had been like a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely into his most fragile self-esteem.

But Yu Xiaogang was, after all, Yu Xiaogang. He had been able to struggle and survive in the theoretical circles of the Douluo Continent for so many years not just because of his strength, but because of his mouth that could talk the dead back to life, and his set of self-consistent logic.

"San..." Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the sharp pain in his chest, and put on an earnest, inscrutable expression. "You just saw it too. That Ling Xuqing is nothing but an arrogant, ignorant fool!"

Tang San nodded, a flash of coldness in his eyes: "Teacher, he not only insulted you, but also saw through me. This person is extremely dangerous and full of hostility toward me."

"Of course he is full of hostility toward you!" Yu Xiaogang slapped his thigh hard, his eyes flashing with wise light. "Because he is jealous of you! He is afraid of you!"

Tang San was stunned: "Jealous of me? Afraid of me?"

"Exactly!" Yu Xiaogang's voice rose sharply, carrying a sense of unquestionable authority. "San, think about it. Your spirit is Blue Silver Grass, right?"

Tang San nodded: "Yes."

"In the common knowledge of the Douluo Continent, Blue Silver Grass is a recognized trash spirit, correct?" Yu Xiaogang continued to guide him.

Tang San nodded again: "Yes."

"But!" Yu Xiaogang's tone shifted, his gaze burning as he stared at Tang San. "How could a trash spirit possess innate full spirit power?! This violates the iron law that has held true on the Douluo Continent for thousands of years!"

A flash of contemplation crossed Tang San's eyes: "Teacher means..."

"I mean that you, Tang San, are absolutely a twin-spirit genius rarely seen in a century!" Yu Xiaogang said decisively, his tone filled with fanaticism and certainty. "Your first spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and your second spirit must be some kind of extremely powerful, extremely domineering top-tier spirit! It is precisely because of the existence of your second spirit that your innate full spirit power is supported!"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

Twin spirits?

He certainly knew he was a twin-spirit user.

His second spirit was the Haotian Hammer!

But he had never revealed this secret to anyone, and even his father, Tang Hao, had only told him to endure and remain silent.

Yet this Yu Xiaogang, who called himself "Grandmaster," had deduced that he was a twin-spirit user just from the clue of his "innate full spirit power"?!

"Teacher... how... how did you know?" Tang San's voice trembled slightly.

Watching Tang San's shocked expression, Yu Xiaogang felt smug inside.

On the surface, however, he feigned a light and breezy demeanor, saying calmly: "This is the power of theory and common knowledge. That fool Ling Xuqing cannot even see through this; what right does he have to mock my theories? He is nothing but a brute who relies on good talent to be arrogant!"

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, and the doubts in his eyes completely vanished.

In their place was endless admiration and worship.

"Teacher... you are truly great!" Tang San said excitedly. "Just this point alone is enough to prove that your theories are absolutely correct! That Ling Xuqing is simply a blind piece of trash!"

"San, as long as you understand." Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San's shoulder with satisfaction. "Remember, true geniuses do not rely on their fists to speak, but on their brains. Ling Xuqing dared to treat you like this today; in the future, he will definitely pay the price for it."

"Yes! Teacher!" Tang San nodded heavily.

At this moment, Tang San's suspicion of Yu Xiaogang was completely swept away.

At the same time, Ling Xuqing's face was firmly labeled as an "enemy" in his heart.

Daring to insult my teacher and seeing through my trump card... Ling Xuqing, you have already invited your own death!

Tang San swore coldly in his heart.

Meanwhile, inside the dormitory of the Nuoding City Junior Spirit Master Academy.

Warm light spilled onto the wooden floor as Ling Xuqing held Gu Yuena's hand and pushed open the dormitory door.

With a "click," the wooden door was gently closed.

Xiao Wu's spirit body immediately floated out from his sea of consciousness. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking at Ling Xuqing with a pout, her face full of confusion and indignation.

"Why didn't you just kill that hypocritical Tang San today?! He dared to harbor murderous intent toward you just now, and even thought about shooting you with a Sleeve Arrow! A person like that should just be crushed to death!"

A Yin also slowly appeared, her gentle and beautiful face covered in frost.

She looked at Ling Xuqing, her tone filled with a touch of heartache and resolution: "Exactly, Xuqing. You don't need to consider my feelings. He is no longer my son; he is just a monster who has possessed my son's body! If you want to kill him, just do it. Why keep him around to be an eyesore?"

Gu Yuena also tilted her head, her purple eyes flashing with curiosity as she looked at Ling Xuqing.

Ling Xuqing looked at the three girls, all filled with righteous indignation, and couldn't help but smile.

He walked to the table, took out the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges from his robe, and placed it on the table.

"Xiao Wu, A Yin, do you think killing a Tang San is difficult?"

Ling Xuqing pulled over a chair and sat down, his tone calm.

"It's not hard!" Xiao Wu said as if it were obvious. "With your strength, killing him is just a matter of minutes!"

"It isn't hard." Ling Xuqing nodded. "But now is not the time to deal with him."

"Why?" Xiao Wu blinked, puzzled.

Ling Xuqing smiled slightly, a flash of depth in his eyes: "Because we won't be staying in Nuoding City for much longer. Soon, we will leave this place."

"Leave?" A Yin was stunned. "Where are we going?"

"To a wider world." Ling Xuqing's gaze drifted toward the deep night sky outside the window. "Nuoding City is too small; it cannot contain our future. As for Tang San... let him continue to dream his grand dreams in this small Nuoding City. When we meet again, he will understand what true despair is."

Xiao Wu and A Yin exchanged a glance; although they were still somewhat unwilling, they understood what Ling Xuqing meant.

"Fine, I'll listen to you." Xiao Wu pursed her lips.

A Yin also nodded gently: "Xuqing is right, there is no need to waste time on such a person."

Ling Xuqing smiled, stood up, and opened the wooden box on the table.

A faint, fishy, salty scent instantly permeated the dormitory.

"Alright, let's not talk about that unlucky person Tang San anymore."

Ling Xuqing looked at the dark yellow gelatinous substance in the wooden box, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Let's refine this Whale Glue first!"