Yu Xiaogang Gets Slapped in the Face

Xiao Wu used the momentum from her fall to press both small hands right onto Tang San's front shoulder joints, leaving his arms numb and unable to exert any strength.

At that moment, Xiao Wu looked down at him smugly.

"Well? Do you admit defeat?"

"No. Again."

Xiao Wu said smugly, "If you won't admit defeat, I won't give you another chance. If you've got the ability, break free first."

"Enough, Tang San, Xiao Wu. Stop while you're ahead."

Yu Xiaogang had already grasped their abilities. For now, Tang San was no match for Xiao Wu. Seeing that they still wanted to fight, he quickly stopped them.

"Ah, I thought you would win, Tang San. Who knew you'd lose?"

Wang Feng walked over with a long sigh. He had truly thought Tang San would win. After all, who had just been bragging so loudly about having a four-hundred-year Spirit Ring?

"Xiao Wu, you're amazing."

"Of course. Who do you think Sister Xiao Wu is?" Xiao Wu smiled smugly.

"Hmph! I lost, but someone still doesn't even have a Spirit Ring. He might not even be able to take one move from Xiao Wu." Tang San looked at Wang Feng and mocked him, while also flattering Xiao Wu.

"Enough, Xiao San. Wang Feng has only been at the academy for a few days. Obtaining a Spirit Ring isn't that easy, so stop talking about it. Let's go. I still have plenty of knowledge to teach you when we return. Don't waste time here."

After speaking, Yu Xiaogang looked at Wang Feng with regret. Although Wang Feng also possessed Innate Full Soul Power, and his Martial Soul, Green Light, was an unusual Martial Soul appearing for the first time in history—

Who told him not to acknowledge Yu Xiaogang as his teacher? With Wang Feng's background as an ordinary person, how difficult would it be for him to obtain the best Spirit Ring? Even if the academy helped him, with the understanding of those ordinary teachers, it would be hard to say whether the Spirit Ring they hunted for Wang Feng would be a Hundred-Year Spirit Ring or even suitable for him. Wang Feng was destined to become useless in the future.

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang San thought so too. Rather than waste time here, he might as well go back and study more.

Just as he was leaving, Tang San remembered Xiao Wu and turned back to ask, "Xiao Wu, do you want to come with me?"

"Mm, all right." Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment before agreeing. As she began to leave, she thought of Wang Feng. "Wang Feng, do you want to come with us?" When she turned around, she was immediately surprised. "Wang Feng, you've obtained your first Spirit Ring! And it's a Hundred-Year Spirit Ring!"

"What? Wang Feng obtained his first Spirit Ring?"

Hearing Xiao Wu's surprised cry, Tang San turned around, his face filled with disbelief.

How had Wang Feng obtained his first Spirit Ring?

Moreover, the yellow Spirit Ring floating around Wang Feng, its Soul Power fluctuations and depth of color, was not the slightest bit weaker than his own.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been walking away, also turned back with disbelief written across his face.

Those Soul Power fluctuations meant it was at least a four-hundred-year Spirit Ring. He had actually obtained a four-hundred-year Spirit Ring! How was that possible? How could he have obtained a four-hundred-year Spirit Ring? Could the teachers of Notting Academy have helped him hunt it? Impossible. With the understanding of those ordinary teachers at Notting Academy, even if they helped him hunt a Spirit Ring, it should have been under a hundred years. Even if it were higher, it could only be around a hundred years. How could it reach four hundred years?

"Mm, judging from your expressions, you seem surprised. Am I not allowed to obtain my first Spirit Ring?"

"No, of course you can obtain your first Spirit Ring. I'm just puzzled. How could your first Spirit Ring possibly be four hundred years?"

Having calmed down, Yu Xiaogang approached him and asked in disbelief.

Four hundred years was already close to the limit. How could people from the academy let him absorb it? Weren't they afraid he would explode and die?

"Just like any ordinary Soul Master. What else could it be?"

"Impossible. Ordinary Soul Masters generally absorb Spirit Rings around a hundred years old. Very few exceed two hundred years. Even if Notting Academy helped you hunt a Spirit Ring, it would be the same. And for safety reasons, they could not possibly let you absorb a Spirit Ring over four hundred years old."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. He still did not believe Wang Feng and thought Wang Feng must be hiding something from him.

Wang Feng rolled his eyes at Yu Xiaogang. Was only his disciple allowed to absorb a four-hundred-year Spirit Ring, while others could not?

When he had read the original novel in his previous life, he had never liked the hypocritical Yu Xiaogang. Now, he realized that he was growing more and more disgusted with him.

"Master, whether you believe it or not, my first Spirit Ring is four hundred years old." Wang Feng spoke indifferently and said no more.

"Mm, I understand. The reason your first Spirit

Ring is four hundred years old is probably because you absorbed one from some relatively weak Spirit Beast."

No one had ever believed the theory that the limit of a first Spirit Ring was four hundred and twenty-three years. Therefore, Yu Xiaogang guessed that Wang Feng's four-hundred-year first Spirit Ring must have come from some weak Spirit Beast.

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang's face filled with regret. Wang Feng had carelessly absorbed a Spirit Ring and was destined to become useless in the future. If he had acknowledged Yu Xiaogang as his teacher, he would not have ended up like this.

"So that's it. He obtained his first Spirit Ring by absorbing a weaker type of Spirit Beast."

After hearing his teacher's explanation, Tang San instantly believed him and felt much better.

If Wang Feng's first Spirit Ring truly was four hundred years old, wouldn't that put him on the same level as Tang San?

"Master, the Spirit Beast I absorbed for my first Spirit Ring wasn't weak. It was a Blade Thorn Vine."

"Blade Thorn Vine? Impossible. Blade Thorn Vines have powerful offensive strength and are group-attack Spirit Beasts. Are you joking with me? I understand what you're thinking."

Yu Xiaogang did not believe that Wang Feng had absorbed a Blade Thorn Vine. He believed Wang Feng was merely trying to save face.

After all, a four-hundred-year Blade Thorn Vine was very powerful. Even Yu Xiaogang himself was no match for one.

In all of Notting Academy, only the headmaster and Director Su had the strength to kill a Blade Thorn Vine. But given their status, how could the headmaster and Director Su possibly help a newly enrolled student hunt a four-hundred-year Blade Thorn Vine? And even if they helped, for safety's sake, they would only help him hunt one that was a hundred years old, or perhaps ten years old.

"My first Spirit Ring came from a four-hundred-year Blade Thorn Vine, and Director Su helped me hunt it. Believe it or not, I don't care. I don't need you to believe me anyway." Wang Feng directly fired back. He was not Yu Xiaogang's disciple, so what did it matter whether Yu Xiaogang believed him?

Seeing Wang Feng lie, Yu Xiaogang immediately adopted a teacher's tone and lectured him. "Wang Feng, as a student, honesty is the most basic virtue. It is wrong to lie to others. You're only six years old; you especially should not lie to a teacher."

"Master, if you think I'm lying, then think that."

Wang Feng had run out of patience. After tossing out those words, he turned and left.

Watching Wang Feng leave, Yu Xiaogang was deeply disappointed. He had not expected Wang Feng to have already learned how to lie at such a young age. A student with such poor character was destined to become useless in the future.

"Hey, Wang Feng, you've already obtained your first soul skill. You promised to fight me."

Seeing Wang Feng leave, Xiao Wu called out loudly.

"Wait until you grow up."

Xiao Wu was too young. The two of them could not even properly stretch out when fighting, so Wang Feng tossed out those words and vanished from Xiao Wu's sight.

What did he mean, wait until she grew up?

Would Wang Feng fight her after she grew up?

Xiao Wu could not figure out what Wang Feng meant.

After Wang Feng left, Yu Xiaogang took Tang San back to his residence. After giving Tang San several books, he told him to return and study them carefully.

After Tang San left, Yu Xiaogang still had doubts about Wang Feng's first Spirit Ring being so close to the limit. He remembered Wang Feng saying that Director Su had helped him hunt it. To verify his guess that Wang Feng's first Spirit Ring had been obtained from a weak Spirit Beast, he went to the Academic Affairs Office.

"Eh, Master, why are you here? Didn't you go out with your disciple to hunt a Spirit Ring?" Director Su asked politely upon seeing Yu Xiaogang.

"Mm, we've returned. By the way, Director Su, I have something to ask you."

"Please ask, Master."

"Did Director Su take Wang Feng to hunt his first Spirit Ring?"

Director Su nodded. "That's right. It was indeed me."

"From the Soul Power fluctuations of Wang Feng's first Spirit Ring, I could tell that his Spirit Ring is four hundred years old. If my guess is correct, the Spirit Beast for his first Spirit Ring was probably some weak Spirit Beast with little offensive power, like Blue Silver Grass or a dandelion, right?"

"Master."

Director Su wanted to interrupt him, but before he could speak, Yu Xiaogang continued.

"When helping students hunt Spirit Beasts in the past, we generally helped them hunt Spirit Beasts around a hundred years old for their safety. This time, however, you helped Wang Feng hunt a four-hundred-year one, so it must be as I said."

"It's just that Wang Feng's Martial Soul is Green Light, a Martial Soul appearing for the first time in history. Since you did not understand it, you casually helped him hunt a Spirit Beast. I'm afraid that in the future, he will..."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang's face was full of regret. If Wang Feng had acknowledged him as his teacher, he would not have ended up like this. He was destined to become useless in the future.

"Master, Wang Feng's first Spirit Ring was obtained from a Blade Thorn Vine. It wasn't as you imagined."

"I guessed it was a dandelion too. What did you say? His Spirit Ring came from a Blade Thorn Vine?!"

Yu Xiaogang looked utterly disbelieving. How could that be possible? It was absolutely impossible.

"That's right, and I personally helped him hunt it. Before, I even advised Wang Feng to choose a Spirit Ring with a lower cultivation age. Who knew he would absorb it like that—and even succeed?"

Director Su spoke with a regretful expression, because Wang Feng's first soul skill was not the powerful group-attack soul skill, Blade Thorn Rain.

"Director Su, you aren't joking, are you?"

"No. I personally helped him hunt that Spirit Ring. Why would I joke about it? Master, what's wrong?"

Director Su was greatly puzzled when he saw Yu Xiaogang's greenish-black face.

Had the Master not only changed his style, hairstyle, and hair color, but also his personality?

"N-No, it's nothing. Sorry to disturb you, Director Su."

Thinking of how he had lectured Wang Feng at length, then confidently confirmed his own assumptions before Director Su, Yu Xiaogang felt extremely uncomfortable. After saying that, he left the Academic Affairs Office.

As he left, he muttered to himself that it had only been an accident.

In his assumptions, Wang Feng's unusual Martial Soul should develop toward powerful offense and control. He had not expected the Spirit Ring Wang Feng obtained to be so close to what he had imagined.

This could only have been an accident.