Yu Xiaogang Flies into a Rage

Yu Xiaogang: "..."

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

The words "Nine Yang Manual" exploded in Yu Xiaogang's mind like a thunderbolt.

What?

What true scriptures?

Repairing Mutated Martial Soul?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

It is common knowledge that Mutated Martial Soul are absolutely impossible to repair.

This child is absolutely insulting me, that must be it!

Yu Xiaogang grew angrier the more he thought about it; he had actually been mocked in a sarcastic manner by a six-year-old child.

Tang San was utterly shocked upon hearing Jiang Lan's words.

The Nine Yang Manual?!

That's a legendary, top-tier martial arts technique.

His Mysterious Heaven Skill is considered a top-tier cultivation technique in this world, not to mention the Nine Yang Manual.

Tang San's breathing quickened, wishing he could agree on Yu Xiaogang's behalf.

If Yu Xiaogang were to obtain the Nine Yang Manual, he would definitely soar to great heights.

"You are insulting me." Yu Xiaogang's face turned completely cold, his voice was deep, and his eyes burned with anger at being humiliated.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, transforming his earlier embarrassment at being repeatedly hit where it hurt into a condescending rage. "Although I, Yu Xiaogang, am only level twenty-nine, I'm not someone anyone can fool with just some made-up title. Nine Yang Manual? Repairing Mutated Martial Soul? Do you take me for a three-year-old?"

Jiang Lan tilted her head back, her little face full of innocence. "I didn't lie to you. If you don't agree, you don't agree. Why are you throwing a tantrum?"

Yu Xiaogang sneered, flicked his sleeve, and unconsciously raised his voice a few decibels. "I've studied Martial Soul Theory for so many years, and I've never seen any Nine Yang Manual in any classic text. Once Mutated Martial Soul is formed, its inherent flaws can never be reversed; this is a universally acknowledged conclusion. You're just a child; what do you know about Mutated Martial Soul? What do you know about cultivation methods?"

Jiang Lan pursed her lips and didn't reply.

He was too lazy to argue; he had already given the opportunity, and if the other party didn't want it, he couldn't force it on them.

Seeing that Jiang Lan remained silent, Yu Xiaogang assumed he had exposed his lie and became even more certain. "At such a young age, you want to use such sensational methods to attract attention? I'll say it again: even geniuses will go astray sooner or later without proper guidance. If you don't become my disciple today, you'll definitely regret it in the future."

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps hurried and fast, as if staying even a second longer would cause him internal injuries from anger.

Zhao Wuji and Flender exchanged a glance, neither of them speaking, but both sighed in unison.

Tang San stood not far away, watching Yu Xiaogang's departing figure, his expression extremely complicated.

"Third Brother, your teacher just left like that?" Ma Hongjun leaned closer and whispered, "That Nine Yang Manual, it sounds pretty powerful, what if it really exists?"

"Keep your voice down, don't let him hear you." Oscar tugged at Ma Hongjun's sleeve.

Tang San ignored them. Of course he heard them, and he knew better than anyone that the thing was real.

The Nine Yang Manual was a name that resonated deeply in his previous life. It was a legendary martial arts technique that was extremely yang and powerful. He had only heard of it before and had never seen the original.

If Jiang Lan really does have it, then what Yu Xiaogang just rejected wasn't just a cultivation technique, but an incredible opportunity.

Tang San suddenly began to doubt whether he had made the wrong choice in becoming Yu Xiaogang's disciple.

Yu Xiaogang quickened his pace, and his figure soon disappeared around the corner of the reception area.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was incredibly subtle.

The Shrek Seven Monsters Devils looked at each other, none of them knowing what to say.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were still squatting next to Jiang Lan, each holding one of his hands, showing no intention of letting go.

Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly a step away, but her eyes never left Jiang Lan's chubby little face.

"Ahem." Flender cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Alright, everyone, disperse. Go rest or train. Stop crowding around that kid."

Tang San remained standing in the same spot.

He stared at Jiang Lan for a long time, his heart filled with alternating shock and hesitation.

The four words "Nine Yang Manual" had a greater impact on him than anyone else present.

In his previous life, he failed in his attempt to steal the scriptures and fell off a cliff to transmigrate. He only learned one book, the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which allowed him to thrive in this world.

The Nine Yang Manual was far more renowned in the martial arts world than the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

If Jiang Lan were willing to teach him, even just a section of the mantra, his strength and foundation would likely experience a qualitative leap.

The problem is, what makes Jiang Lan qualified to teach him?

They were not related, and just minutes before, he had lost to the other.

For the first time in his life, Tang San felt hesitant and unsure how to begin when facing someone.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu appeared at some point and asked Tang San with concern.

Tang San snapped out of his thoughts, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing. I was just thinking about something. I'm going back to rest now."

Xiao Wu watched Tang San's retreating figure, blinked, and felt that something had been off about her Third Brother since earlier.

But she didn't chase after him. She knew that whenever Tang San showed that kind of expression, it meant he needed to be alone.

Tang San returned to his room, casually draped his outer robe over the back of a chair, flopped onto the bed, and stared intently at the ceiling.

The four words "Nine Yang Manual" seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he couldn't shake them off.

He rolled over, sat up in bed, walked to the table, poured himself a glass of cold tea, and gulped it down.

"Jiang Lan spoke those words casually, not like he was making it up." Tang San put down his teacup, his fingertips gently stroking the rim. "But if he really possessed the Nine Yang Manual, why would he so easily hand it over to an old man?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Yu Xiaogang refused, but he wanted it himself.

But he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

He could secretly learn martial arts, but he had never asked a six-year-old child for instruction before.

Tang San couldn't bear the humiliation, yet he was also reluctant to give up this opportunity.

Jiang Lan was also surrounded by Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, one on each side.

The two of them pinched his cheeks and rubbed his head, treating him like some rare toy.

Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, her eyes still gleaming with the same light she had when she had hugged him earlier, as if she were ready to strike again at any moment when he was off guard.

"Jiang Lan, when did you arrive in Heaven Dou City? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Ning Rongrong pinched his chubby cheeks, her tone full of reproach.

"I've been here for a while now," Jiang Lan said vaguely, her head darting back and forth between the two of them like a small animal caught in a trap. "I opened Milk Tea Shop on Vermilion Bird Street called Honey Snow Ice City. Come and have some milk tea sometime, just mention my name. Of course, mentioning my name won't get you a discount."

"You opened it?" Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in surprise, then curved into crescents. "Then I'll go every day and drink you out of house and home!"