Simps Simp, End Up with Nothing

Under Wang Tianyi's gaze, Yu Xiaogang's face visibly changed from flushed red to livid, then from livid to pitch-black.

To be verbally ridiculed by a junior like this—when had the proud Grandmaster ever suffered such humiliation? His heart burned with rage, and beneath that fury was the panic of having his true face exposed. But that second emotion lasted only an instant. His theories had been painstakingly compiled through sleepless nights, copied bit by bit from the books of the sages! How could a scholar's work be called plagiarism? It was called appropriate reference and integration.

Yes, exactly!

In less than two seconds, Yu Xiaogang had adjusted his mindset. He looked at Wang Tianyi, fury in his eyes, yet still forced himself to put on the air of someone cherishing talent.

But Wang Tianyi could no longer be bothered to waste words on him! With his arrogant personality at work, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San beside him were nothing more than two clowns in Wang Tianyi's eyes, not worth his notice. Talking to people like them was a waste of time; he might as well go back and cultivate.

Naturally, Yu Xiaogang would not give up so easily. He doggedly followed behind Wang Tianyi. Tang San, utterly bewildered, moved his feet like a corpse. As someone who respected his teacher and valued the proper path, he even wanted to renounce his master on the spot! Yet the beliefs ingrained in his bones would not allow it. Tang San harshly criticized himself. Yu Xiaogang was his teacher—how could he judge his own teacher with such shallow eyes? Yu Xiaogang must possess some extraordinary quality; Tang San simply had not discovered it yet.

After adjusting his attitude toward Yu Xiaogang, Tang San naturally began to resent Wang Tianyi! His teacher had invited him so warmly, humbled himself, and had even transformed into a shameless simp, yet this brat still dared refuse him. He truly did not know what was good for him and was courting death!

Wang Tianyi quickened his pace. He considered speaking with someone like Yu Xiaogang an insult to himself, so he would not even offer a response. But he had clearly underestimated Yu Xiaogang's determination—underestimated a "Grandmaster" born to a prestigious family who had awakened a useless Martial Soul, grown up amid the ridicule of others, and cast aside all shame to use himself as bait to steal documents!

When hunger struck, Wang Tianyi ran to the cafeteria, only for Yu Xiaogang to bring Tang San and sit directly across from him. Unable to bear it any longer, Wang Tianyi returned to his dormitory, but Yu Xiaogang stood by his bed without any regard for the astonished looks of Wang Tianyi's roommates. With his patience nearing its limit, Wang Tianyi displayed his formidable physical prowess and leaped onto the roof in one jump. Yet Yu Xiaogang actually brought over a ladder and followed after him.

This was no longer persistence. This was madness! Pure, unadulterated obsession!

Wang Tianyi could not understand it. Yu Xiaogang should have been someone with immense pride—how could he lower himself so completely? What Wang Tianyi did not know was that during Yu Xiaogang's pursuit, everything Wang Tianyi displayed steadily intensified Yu Xiaogang's desire! Wang Tianyi could leap onto a roof using physical strength alone, something a one-ring Soul Grandmaster could never accomplish. Yu Xiaogang had reached out several times and had even used his Soul Power. It was, after all, the Soul Power of a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, accumulated over countless years. Yet Wang Tianyi did not even need to turn his head; with his powerful spiritual power, he could effortlessly evade every attempt...

Yu Xiaogang's eyes grew brighter and brighter. In his eyes, Wang Tianyi was no longer an unpolished jade, but an unparalleled treasure radiating light, merely waiting for someone to wipe away the dust covering it!

Who could possibly refuse a disciple like this?

The only pitiful one was Tang San. He had followed behind Yu Xiaogang the entire time, his face flushed crimson. Having lived two lives, Tang San possessed immense pride. To watch his newly accepted teacher fawn over someone their own age in the academy was exceedingly humiliating in his eyes. Especially the gazes of the other students upon the master and disciple—they were as sharp as knives, carving piece after piece of flesh from his body!

"Become my disciple. You won't lose out! This Grandmaster will prepare a suitable second soul beast for you. With the help of my theories, every one of your Soul Rings will be extraordinary! You have an assault-type Martial Soul, right? Judging by this, its quality should be extremely high. But have you considered that if you added a plant Soul Ring with a poison attribute to your Martial Soul, you might gain a poison attribute and even master the power of plant Entanglement! Then you could weaken your opponents with poison before clashing with them head-on using your powerful body..."

Finally! Wang Tianyi had been annoyed beyond his limit!

At this moment, his mind was dominated by his arrogant personality, and that personality came from Six Ears, which symbolized original sin. He was a divine monkey who feared neither heaven nor earth, brutal and violent! Killing intent rose in Wang Tianyi's heart!

System, can I change my choice to option three? I'm gonna smash this idiot's brains out! Then I'll hide in the deep mountains, cultivate until I become a Titled Douluo, and beat that bitch Bibi Dong into pulp!

[The host has already selected option 2. The reward has been issued and cannot be changed! Please steady your mind, host, and do not allow your Martial Soul to influence your consciousness!]

The system's electronic voice calmed Wang Tianyi somewhat.

Impulsiveness was the devil—there was nothing wrong with that saying. If Wang Tianyi truly killed Yu Xiaogang, then given that crazy bitch Bibi Dong's temperament, Wang Tianyi might be able to hide, but his father would not escape disaster! That was the one reverse scale Wang Tianyi would never allow anyone to touch after coming to this world.

Boom!

A powerful wave of Soul Power erupted from Wang Tianyi's body. Even if he could not kill Yu Xiaogang right now, he absolutely refused to keep listening to this man's nagging!

A century soul ring, yellow with a hint of purple, lit up beneath Wang Tianyi's feet. Yu Xiaogang, who had been following behind him, instantly fell silent. His pupils contracted sharply, and his voice turned shrill.

"No, the color of this soul ring is wrong. This isn't a four-hundred-year soul ring at all!"

Yu Xiaogang was proudest of his theories, and the theory he boasted about most was the maximum age of soul rings that soul masters could absorb at each stage! The limit for a first soul ring was four hundred and twenty-three years, yet the soul ring beneath Wang Tianyi's feet had clearly exceeded that limit. And not by a little—judging from its color, it was definitely over eight hundred years old!

How was that possible?

An eight-hundred-year Soul Ring, yet this brat had not been burst apart by its Soul Power?

But the Soul Ring was merely an appetizer!

Golden light blazed from Wang Tianyi's body. Sun Wukong's full battle attire appeared, setting off his entire figure with divine majesty, as though a celestial god had descended into the world.

Fine golden fur grew from the surface of his skin, most noticeably along his cheeks. Ordinarily, Beast Martial Soul Masters would gain a savage and ferocious aura after Martial Soul Possession, but Wang Tianyi did not. Instead, he gave off an incomparably sacred feeling, one of utmost righteousness and blazing masculinity!

"What Martial Soul is this?"

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself. Then he saw Wang Tianyi flick his wrist and pull an embroidery needle from his ear. The needle expanded with the wind, becoming as thick as a bowl's mouth and a zhang long in the blink of an eye. It was utterly disproportionate to Wang Tianyi's build, far too large, and it also felt far too heavy.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang weighed thirteen thousand five hundred jin. Like the Golden Chainmail Armor, it was a weapon that came with his Martial Soul! In this world of fantasy at the very bottom rung, getting grazed by it meant injury, and getting struck by it meant death!

The sage-like Great Sage eased the violence in Wang Tianyi's heart, but even so, Yu Xiaogang was sent flying!

He did not die, but the blood he spat out was enough to make two pots of blood curd stew...