Yu Xiaogang, You Have Courted Death

"Child, my name is Yu Xiaogang. I am the continent's foremost theoretical master, and the first person to propose the Ten Core Competitiveness Principles of martial souls."

"Your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he is nothing but a spoiled young master. How could he possibly teach a genius with twin martial souls like you?"

Yu Xiaogang strode confidently into the courtyard, already prepared to welcome his new beginning.

No one understood Blue Silver Grass better than he did. One look was all it took for him to recognize the other party as a genius with twin martial souls—the third such genius on the entire continent.

The previous owner of twin martial souls had already become the Pope, and she was still deeply in love with him.

With his talent, there was no one he could not win over.

What was going on?

He did not know this Yu Xiaogang, so why did the man want to take him as a disciple?

Wait... Master!

Could this be the freeloader the students had mentioned that day, the one who lived off others?

It had to be him. Other than him, no one would call himself a master. Yet he had publicly exposed the secret of his twin martial souls.

This man could not be allowed to live!

Gu Yuena narrowed her eyes as she looked at this self-satisfied fool. Her husband had become a spoiled young master?

Did he know just how outstanding her husband was?

If she had been allowed to harbor killing intent, she would have slapped him to death long ago.

She could tolerate insults directed at herself, but she absolutely could not tolerate anyone insulting her husband.

She had pursued him for a full ten years. No one knew her husband's personality better than she did. Even if one day he turned straight, she would know it perfectly well.

Tang San clenched his fists, instinctively wanting to throw hidden weapons. The belief that one who was a teacher for a day was a father for life was deeply rooted in him.

Tang San could not be a person who betrayed loyalty and righteousness. Besides, if his teacher misunderstood, that would be troublesome.

He had even wanted to explain himself, but he held back. The more he explained, would that not only prove that he had a guilty conscience?

"Little San, it seems this man has some ability. How do you think we should deal with him?"

Shen Qingling was not afraid that Tang San would switch sides at the last moment. After being instilled with his thoughts and ideals, Tang San had long since been reborn.

"Teacher, I think this man is just a freeloader and a swindler. He is completely incomparable to you, Teacher."

"After spending these past few days with you, I have already taken your shape."

"Alive, I am Teacher's man. Dead, I am Teacher's ghost!"

Tang San immediately declared his loyalty. He would absolutely never betray his teacher.

Gu Yuena: ???

Shen Qingling: ???

Why did that sound a little strange? What did he mean by taking my shape? And Little San's wording was rather strange.

He must have misunderstood. Shen Qingling continued, "So, Little San, this is your answer?"

"That's right. Teacher, could it be that you intend to drive your disciple away?"

Tang San said with reddened eyes, looking utterly aggrieved.

He was truly afraid that Shen Qingling would no longer want him because Yu Xiaogang had arrived.

He could no longer leave his teacher. Without his teacher, he would truly be lost and at a loss. If not for his teacher, he might have been nothing, still possessing the worthless martial soul everyone spoke of.

His teacher had told him that he could become the next Blue Silver Emperor, that his future held limitless possibilities.

Yu Xiaogang's arrival had frightened him.

"Little San, I never said that. Why are you so afraid?"

Shen Qingling had never intended to drive Tang San away, but Tang San's reaction surprised him somewhat. Why did this child's eyes get wet at the slightest thing?

"As long as Teacher does not drive this disciple away."

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang and said angrily:

"Yu Xiaogang, you have courted death!"

Yu Xiaogang was trash. In his eyes, the man was not even worthy of a single hair on his teacher's head.

"Little San, why can't you understand? Your teacher is only doing this for your own good."

"Take me as your master, and I can teach you true knowledge. I can tell you what a real genius is. Blue Silver Grass was trash to begin with."

"Let me guide you and make your martial soul tougher!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more excited he became. He gestured with his hands, convinced that only his teachings were the right path.

"Blue Silver Grass is innately weak. Only by taking the control route and stacking toughness and toxicity can you turn trash into treasure. I have a complete theory that can bring out the greatest value of your martial soul."

Tang San frowned deeply, thinking he had heard wrong.

"What did you say? You want my Blue Silver Grass to pursue only toughness and toxicity?"

"That's right." Yu Xiaogang nodded, wearing an inscrutable expression. "This is the conclusion I reached after years of research. It is the optimal solution for the Blue Silver Grass martial soul."

Tang San's heart instantly sank. He only felt that this man was not here to take him as a disciple, but to ruin him.

Teacher was an orthodox Blue Silver Emperor, following the noble path of life's origin, allowing a martial soul to evolve and transform step by step. The toughness and toxicity this man spoke of were simply putting the cart before the horse. He was treating Tang San as an experiment.

He raised a hand and pointed at Yu Xiaogang, his voice full of disdain.

"Yu Xiaogang, you are a complete mediocrity. You are not even worthy of carrying my teacher's shoes!"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red with anger. "Do not remain stubbornly deluded. Blue Silver Grass is merely a worthless martial soul, not some noble martial soul."

Blue Silver Grass was a worthless martial soul. Why could they not understand?

He had studied it for so long. Who understood Blue Silver Grass better than he did?

Shen Qingling was merely playing around. Tang San had surely been bewitched.

"There are no worthless martial souls, only worthless soul masters. I was the one who said that."

"Little San, turn back before it is too late. Do not remain stubbornly deluded."

Some of Yu Xiaogang's theories left Tang San speechless. He only wanted to discuss knowledge with his teacher, so why did this man keep coming to harass him?

"I can cultivate you into a Titled Douluo, allowing you to enjoy the admiration of countless people."

Both Shen Qingling and Gu Yuena felt as though Yu Xiaogang was talking out of his ass.

Someone with twin martial souls could become a Titled Douluo simply by steadily improving, yet Yu Xiaogang shamelessly claimed he could make Tang San into a Titled Douluo.

It was like someone was about to buy a soul bone, and another person said, "Give that soul bone to me, and I'll return a soul bone to you in the future."

His words were no different from farting.

"Are you farting?"

"And your martial soul must be farting too. The way you talk is just like a fart."

Tang San said speechlessly.

The moment those words came out, Yu Xiaogang was completely enraged.

His eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at Tang San, panting heavily:

"How dare you, Tang San! You are truly outrageous!"

He was the son of Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a true favored son of heaven and once the Wisdom Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle.

If he had not awakened Luo Sanpao, a martial soul that could only fart, at the age of six...

He would never have become like this.

Now that he had lowered himself to accept Tang San, this brat had actually struck right at his sore spot. It hurt—truly hurt beyond measure.

He absolutely could not allow this!

"What level is your soul power, to actually place such blind faith in a spoiled young master?"

Yu Xiaogang was truly furious.

"Level fourteen!"

Tang San spoke with great confidence, completely lacking the former cowardice of being afraid that others would learn his Blue Silver Grass was a worthless martial soul.

With his teacher backing him, he was truly afraid of nothing.

"Level fourteen? How could that be? You are definitely lying!"

They had only just hunted a soul ring. How could his soul power possibly be level fourteen? He had to be lying.

He did not believe it—not one bit.