Yu Xiaogang, You Useless Trash, Stop Ruining My Life

"Yu Xiaogang, I really can't stand you anymore. I'm begging you, let me go and ruin someone else's life."

At Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, a silver-haired youth spoke to a middle-aged man.

"Duan Yu!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Your Spatial Dragon King Martial Soul possesses dragon bloodline, while my Luo Sanpao Martial Soul also possesses part of the Golden Sacred Dragon's bloodline."

"You have a Martial Soul of the same kind, and a teacher personally instructing you whose theories are unmatched. What exactly are you dissatisfied with?!"

"As long as you acknowledge me as your master, I guarantee that I'll cultivate you at any cost. The academy's resources will all be poured into you. Do you know what that means?"

Yu Xiaogang glared furiously at Duan Yu.

He had never imagined that he, the renowned man hailed as having unmatched theories in the soul master world, would one day be despised by a nine-year-old child.

Duan Yu looked at him calmly. "Give me a break. I've been at Notting Academy for three years. How scarce the resources here are—I know better than anyone."

"For the past three years, aside from calling me over every day to lecture me on theoretical knowledge that you still don't even know is correct, you haven't taught me anything else."

"You think I haven't taught you anything these past three years?!" Yu Xiaogang stared at him in shock.

"Isn't that the truth?"

Duan Yu retorted, "When I was six, I awakened the Spatial Dragon King Martial Soul and possessed Innate Full Soul Power. Everyone thought I would make a name for myself, and I thought so too."

"Until... I met you."

"Through your tireless efforts, you successfully took away more than half of my precious cultivation time and made me study your nonsensical theories."

"As a result, after three years, my soul power is only level 29."

"Level 29! What a laughable number."

"I don't even dare imagine whether people would laugh at me if word got out that I was level 29 at nine years old. Do I even have a future?"

After hearing Duan Yu's words, the students present fell silent.

Level 29 at nine years old—that was an unparalleled genius, among the very best on the continent.

But Duan Yu was right. Even after the master had taken so much of his cultivation time, Duan Yu was still level 29 at nine.

If the master had allowed Duan Yu to focus wholeheartedly on cultivating soul power, he would probably have reached level 30 long ago.

At that thought, all the students turned to look at Yu Xiaogang.

Sensing the scrutinizing gazes around him, Yu Xiaogang slammed his hand on the table.

"How can you only increase soul power without theoretical knowledge? Everything in this world must be based on theory. I taught you theoretical knowledge, yet in your eyes, I harmed you?"

"I don't believe theoretical knowledge is completely useless."

"Excellent theoretical knowledge can indeed help me grow, but the problem is..."

At this point, Duan Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at him before slowly saying,

"Has your theoretical knowledge been recognized by the public? Can you guarantee that it is correct?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened, and he was left speechless.

Duan Yu's words had struck right at his sore spot. Due to his low innate soul power, his theories—which not even some Title Douluo could fully verify—naturally had not been accepted by the public.

More than once, he had wanted to prove his views to the world, yet he had hit walls every single time.

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang had nothing to say, Duan Yu continued.

"Since you can't prove that your theoretical knowledge is correct, then you shouldn't use it to harm people."

"Because by doing this, you're treating the students who trust you like lab rats."

Yu Xiaogang realized he could not let a child disrupt his rhythm. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said,

"Since you think my theoretical knowledge is useless, then ask yourself this: could you have reached level 29 at nine years old without me?"

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Duan Yu laughed in anger. He had reached level 29 at nine entirely because of his extraordinary talent. What did that have to do with Yu Xiaogang?

Duan Yu looked at him coldly. "Yu Xiaogang, you're a Grand Soul Master with only level 29 soul power despite being so old. What are you trying to claim credit for?"

"When I'm in a good mood, I call you Master. Do you really think that makes you some great master?"

"Why am I level 29 at nine? Because I'm fucking incredible. Because I'm extraordinarily talented."

"My Spatial Dragon King Martial Soul is one of the nine sons of the Dragon God in mythology, and I awakened with Innate Full Soul Power. I should be level 29 at nine."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Duan Yu, his face flushing red as he refuted,

"Then have you forgotten who helped you hunt your soul rings? Have you forgotten why your second soul ring was a thousand-year one?"

It would have been better if he had not mentioned it. The moment Yu Xiaogang brought it up, Duan Yu got angry.

Back when he had awakened the Spatial Dragon King with Innate Full Soul Power at Notting Academy, Yu Xiaogang had come running over like a dog that had caught a scent.

When he learned that the dean would take Duan Yu to hunt a soul beast for his first soul ring, he had insisted on going with the dean.

Fine, he could go if he wanted. But the idiot had encountered a 488-year Spatial-attribute Silvermoon Wolf on the way and rushed to claim that the soul beast suited him.

Even his second soul ring had only been absorbed because Yu Xiaogang had deceived him into becoming a lab rat.

If he had not actually possessed Twin Martial Souls, with the two supreme Martial Souls—the Spatial Dragon King and the Time Dragon King—within his body merging together and wearing down that enormous energy, he would likely have exploded to death long ago.

Duan Yu could no longer hold back and cursed, "Idiot."

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened as he roared, "Duan Yu, do you have no respect for your teacher at all?"

"Respect for my teacher?"

Duan Yu sneered. "What kind of teacher are you to me? With your soul power, what makes you worthy of being my teacher?"

"If I hadn't relied on my own willpower to endure the first and second soul rings, you would have killed me by now as one of your failed lab rats."

"The bigger the storm, the bigger the fish."

Yu Xiaogang shamelessly retorted, "Without me, could your second soul ring have been a thousand-year one?"

Duan Yu could no longer endure it. He had only come today to notify Yu Xiaogang that he would not be returning; he had never intended to discuss it with him.

With that thought, two soul rings slowly rose beneath Duan Yu's feet. A flash of silver light appeared on his forehead, followed by his arms swelling in size as silver-white scales covered his entire body.

As the True Dragon Bloodline of the Spatial Dragon King was unleashed, an invisible pressure erupted from Duan Yu's body.

Luo Sanpao, who had just been laughing and playing beside Yu Xiaogang, immediately trembled and hid behind him in fear.

Duan Yu gave a disdainful laugh at the sight. "So this is the master's Martial Soul? Truly worthy of the renowned master of the soul master world."

"Even his Martial Soul is so extraordinary. Before the fight has even started, it's already trembling at his feet. How interesting."

"Presumptuous!"

"You're the presumptuous one!"

Duan Yu lightly raised a dragon claw, and the surrounding space instantly sealed shut. Under that pressure, Yu Xiaogang was forced to his knees, unable to move.

"Looks like I've called you Master too many times these past three years. It's gone to your head and made you forget your own place."

As he spoke, Duan Yu crouched down and lightly patted Yu Xiaogang's face with his right hand.

"Xiaogang, calling you Master is giving you face. But you should know better than to push your luck, understand?"