You Only Know How to Fart, Little Rabbit Rolling Up Her Sleeves

Tang San shot Yu Xiaogang a sidelong glance. What an oblivious fool. Did he really think Tang San was trying to deceive him?

Tang San's martial soul emerged from his palm. As the yellow soul ring beneath his feet appeared, its aura rushed forward.

"A seven-hundred-and-twenty-year soul ring!"

"That's impossible. It defies common sense and logic."

This was a scam. It had to be a scam.

All his theories were about to be overturned and shattered.

"Fake! A first soul ring cannot exceed 423 years. You must have used some kind of trick."

"How could a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass change?"

Yu Xiaogang also noticed that something was wrong. The Blue Silver Grass was somewhat different, and strange changes had appeared in its patterns.

It was too strange, completely unlike what he had imagined!

"You're the one with a trash martial soul. My Blue Silver Emperor is a noble martial soul."

Tang San snapped back.

He had figured it out. Yu Xiaogang had come here purely to cause trouble. Insulting his Blue Silver Grass was the same as insulting his teacher.

He absolutely would not allow that.

He had to put a stop to it.

He was about to explode. If he had Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, he would have fired one at Yu Xiaogang long ago.

If killing were allowed at Notting Academy, he would have made his move already.

"I have a trash martial soul? I think you're hopelessly stubborn. Just wait, Tang San. You'll regret this."

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and strode away.

Tang San put away his martial soul, the anger still lingering on his face as he turned to Shen Qingling.

"Teacher, that Yu Xiaogang is too hateful. He came over to stir up trouble for no reason and even insulted you."

Shen Qingling remained calm as he said,

"Little San, don't be angry. Guess what level Yu Xiaogang's soul power is?"

Tang San thought for a moment before answering,

"If he dares call himself the number one theory master on the continent, he should at least be a Soul Ancestor, right?"

"You think too highly of him." Shen Qingling chuckled. "He's only a level twenty-nine Grand Soul Master, stuck at his bottleneck for his entire life. And you were right just now—his martial soul really only knows how to fart."

Tang San was stunned on the spot, his eyes full of disbelief. He turned to look at Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure, and his gaze instantly filled with contempt.

So I was actually a little curious about that so-called 'Master' before. Turns out he isn't even a Soul Elder, yet he still dares to criticize other people's cultivation.

"Teacher, if his soul power is so low, how can he still be so confident?" Tang San could not help asking.

"Arrogant people are everywhere." Shen Qingling said lightly. "Besides, his background is unusual. He is the son of Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects. Unfortunately, the martial soul he awakened was too useless. He couldn't remain in the clan, so he ran away on his own."

Tang San curled his lips in disdain.

"What use is a good background? After leaving his clan, isn't he still useless? He can't even cultivate his own martial soul properly, yet he has the nerve to guide others."

What a shameless man.

"Enough about him. Let me tell you about Blue Silver Grass. Also, after absorbing that soul ring, haven't you noticed that your skin has improved?"

Only after Shen Qingling pointed it out did Tang San notice. Looking down at the skin on his arm, he saw that his originally wheat-colored skin had become somewhat fairer.

Back at home, he had not been able to eat enough or dress warmly. Naturally, his skin had been poor. The fact that he had survived at all felt like a miracle, and he had even needed to cook for himself.

Whenever he thought of the old drunkard at home, Tang San got a headache. Why could his father not act like a man and hold up the family? Why did he only know how to drink and sink into depravity?

Compared to his teacher, his father truly did not seem like a qualified father. He really wished he were his teacher's child, so he could call him "Dad."

Unfortunately, there were no what-ifs.

"When your martial soul gradually evolves into the Blue Silver Emperor, the configuration of your Clear Sky Hammer soul rings will also improve."

"Don't let Yu Xiaogang's words hold you back. If you run into him, you can strike without hesitation. If anything happens, I'll back you up. Even if the sky falls, your teacher will be here."

"My disciple must be arrogant. He must be wild. If you aren't wild, you aren't young."

Shen Qingling said with a smile. Just as he was feeling pleased, Gu Yuena suddenly pinched him.

"Ah, Na'er, that hurts."

Gu Yuena said, "You know it hurts? Look at Little San."

Shen Qingling had not noticed before, but he saw Tang San lowering his head, his body trembling in silence.

"Little San, what's wrong?"

Shen Qingling reached out and rubbed Tang San's head.

"Teacher, you're so much better than my father. Thank you for taking me as your disciple."

Tang San choked out the words and wrapped his arms around Shen Qingling.

"Silly child, don't cry. Everything will get better. Go enjoy your time now. Your teacher still has some matters to handle."

"Mm." Tang San released him, wiped away his tears, and turned to leave.

Watching Tang San's departing back, Gu Yuena chuckled.

"You really are a qualified teacher."

Shen Qingling spread his hands.

"Aren't disciples meant to be properly nurtured?"

"I think you deliberately took on a disciple so he can help you do things in the future." Gu Yuena gave him a sidelong look, her tone teasing.

Shen Qingling sighed. "I can't be bothered arguing with you. After some time, I'll take you to meet some other soul beasts."

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Yu Xiaogang returned to his office and slammed the door shut behind him. His fists clenched so tightly that they cracked.

He was furious and humiliated. He, the dignified "number one theory master on the continent," had actually been publicly contradicted by a six-year-old child. Even his soul-ring age theory, which he had studied for years, had been slapped in the face. He could not endure such humiliation. He had to find a chance to get even.

"Damn Tang San! How dare you insult me!" Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth. "Once I find a chance to corner you alone, I'll release my martial soul and knock you unconscious. Let's see if you still dare to talk back."

He clenched his teeth, convinced that his dignity had been trampled upon. Sooner or later, he would settle this score.

He absolutely could not let this go. His lifelong reputation was at stake.

Elsewhere, as Tang San returned to the dormitory, he kept his head lowered, lost in thought. Suddenly, he bumped into someone else.

Both of them lost their footing and fell to the ground.

Tang San was already irritated over Yu Xiaogang, and his brows furrowed.

"Who was that? Are you blind when you walk?"

"You're the blind one!"

The voice from across from him was clear and equally angry.

Tang San looked up and saw that the person he had hit was a little girl with long pink hair tied up. Her face was round and adorable, but her eyes were fierce.

Xiao Wu also sized up Tang San. His skin was fair and he looked decent enough, but the way he spoke was truly unpleasant.

"Apologize."

Tang San stood up and said coldly.

"Why should I apologize first? You need to apologize too!"

Xiao Wu climbed to her feet as well, hands on her hips in defiance.

"Then there's nothing more to say. Let's fight. Whoever wins gets the final say."

Tang San rolled his wrists.

Xiao Wu immediately rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward.

"Bring it on. Who's afraid of who?"