Yu Xiaogang Was Dissatisfied-I'm a Master Theorist!

Yu Xiaogang frowned.

He had not expected Tang Feng to refuse so decisively.

At Notting Academy, countless students longed for his guidance.

Yet this child who had remained in Holy Soul Village all along was unwilling to even consider it.

"You may not know what I am capable of."

"I have studied martial souls for many years and know quite a bit about plant-type martial souls as well."

"As long as you take me as your teacher, I can help you plan the most suitable path for development and spare you many detours."

Tang Feng raised his eyes to look at Yu Xiaogang.

"A master theorist?"

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and nodded calmly.

That title had circulated through the Spirit Master world for a long time.

Even if many people did not acknowledge his strength, they could not deny the martial soul theories he had compiled.

Tang Feng smoothed Old Jack's trouser leg.

"Someone who is only in his twenties in levels has the qualifications to teach me cultivation?"

The room instantly fell silent.

Old Jack looked at Tang Feng, then at Yu Xiaogang.

The curiosity on Xiao Wu's face vanished as well.

Tang San frowned slightly, the fingers resting on Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night coming to a halt.

Yu Xiaogang's expression suddenly turned ugly.

Level twenty-nine.

This was precisely his greatest pain.

Limited by the malignant mutation of his martial soul, he had been unable to cross the threshold of level thirty for many years.

He could study the cultivation paths of Spirit Masters and analyze Spirit Ring configurations, yet he could not solve the problem with his own martial soul.

Tang Feng stood beside the bed, his expression unchanged.

"You can't even solve the problem with your own martial soul, yet you spend all day studying others."

"Your so-called theories are useless to me."

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened completely.

Every word Tang Feng said struck the places he least wished to mention.

He considered his knowledge far superior to that of ordinary Spirit Masters.

Yet his level twenty-nine Soul Power had always left all his theories without enough weight behind them.

"Arrogant!"

"If you don't understand how to accept the experience of those before you and insist on blindly feeling your way forward, you'll be nothing but a failure for the rest of your life!"

Old Jack's expression sank.

Yu Xiaogang had voluntarily offered to take Tang Feng as his disciple, and Tang Feng had clearly refused.

That should have been the end of it.

Yet Yu Xiaogang now directly declared that Tang Feng would become a failure. That was going too far.

Just as Old Jack was about to speak, Xiao Wu had already hopped out from Tang San's side.

Her pink-and-white little boots stepped onto the wooden floor.

Her Scorpion Braid swung behind her, its tip lightly brushing the hem of her pink skirt.

Xiao Wu planted her hands on her hips, her bright eyes glaring at Tang Feng.

"Hey!"

"What's with your attitude?"

"Master is the foremost authority in theoretical studies!"

"Master is honoring you by being willing to take you as his disciple!"

She stood in front of Tang San, her fair, delicate face drawn tight.

Her pink dress clung to her slender, light frame, the sash at her waist neatly cinched in, while her long, shapely legs showed between her short skirt and little boots.

Her outfit was pretty and lively, standing out sharply against this plain wooden house.

Tang Feng glanced at her.

"If he's so impressive, why don't you take him as your teacher?"

Xiao Wu opened her mouth.

She wanted to refute Tang Feng on Yu Xiaogang's behalf, but could not find the right words.

Yu Xiaogang was Tang San's teacher, not hers.

Naturally, she was unwilling to truly kneel and take him as her master.

"You!"

Xiao Wu stomped her foot in anger.

Her Scorpion Braid swayed to her chest, and she immediately flung it back behind her.

Tang Feng ignored her reaction.

"Whether I take a teacher or not, what does it have to do with you?"

"This is Grandpa Jack's home."

"If you only came here to say these things, you can leave now."

Xiao Wu bit her lip with her pearly teeth.

At Notting Academy, she had always been the leader among the children.

Even upperclassmen did not dare speak to her with such an attitude.

Yet Tang Feng's few words had left her speechless again and again.

Tang San stepped forward.

"I know you hold a grudge over what happened three years ago."

"But Master is willing to teach you for your own good."

Tang Feng crouched beside the bed again.

"I don't hold a grudge."

"You went to Notting Academy and lived your lives."

"I stayed in Holy Soul Village and walked my own path."

"It's best if we don't interfere with one another."

Tang San watched Tang Feng's profile.

Three years ago, Father had suddenly decided to take him away, leaving Tang Feng alone in the village.

It was not as though Tang San had never considered Tang Feng's circumstances.

But Father had already made his decision, and he could not change it.

Now that they had met again, Tang Feng neither questioned him nor brought up the past.

That calm detachment instead left Tang San unsure of what to say.

Tang Feng extended his right hand.

A blue-gold glimmer gathered once more.

The Life Blue Silver Emperor grew from his palm, its resilient blades slowly winding around Old Jack's knee.

A faint aura of life filled the room again.

Tang Feng focused his attention on the meridians.

The treatment just now had only eased the aches accumulated over the years.

If Old Jack was to walk without being affected anymore, his meridians would need to be cleared several more times.

Yu Xiaogang stared at the Life Blue Silver Emperor.

He still wanted to figure out the abilities of this unusual Blue Silver Grass.

But Tang Feng's earlier words weighed heavily on his mind.

If he stayed any longer, the situation would only become more embarrassing.

Yu Xiaogang turned around.

"Tang San, we're leaving."

Tang San fell silent for a moment, then followed Yu Xiaogang toward the door.

Xiao Wu was still glaring at Tang Feng.

She raised a hand and pointed at Tang Feng, but fearing that she would disturb Old Jack's treatment, she could only swallow the words on the tip of her tongue.

As she was leaving, Xiao Wu looked back once.

Tang Feng never looked at her again.

Xiao Wu stomped her foot again in anger before finally catching up to Tang San.

The wooden door closed.

The house became quiet once more.

Old Jack sighed.

"Ah Feng, that master may not speak pleasantly, but Notting Academy truly is a good place for cultivation."

Tang Feng controlled the Life Blue Silver Emperor and sent a thread of life force into the blocked meridians.

"Grandpa Jack, I know."

"But he can't teach me."

The Life Blue Silver Emperor was only one of the Twin Martial Souls.

Tang Feng had never revealed the existence of the Ruination Blue Silver Emperor to anyone.

Yu Xiaogang could not even recognize the Life Blue Silver Emperor, so what could he possibly use to plan the development path of Tang Feng's twin god-grade martial souls?

Seeing that Tang Feng had long since made up his mind, Old Jack did not continue trying to persuade him.

Time slowly passed.

The sun sank behind the mountains.

Scattered lights appeared in Holy Soul Village.

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San temporarily moved into an empty house in the village.

Xiao Wu claimed the only small bed inside for herself.

The night deepened.

The chirping of insects drifted in through the window.

Xiao Wu lay on the bed and pulled the thin blanket over her waist and stomach.

She closed her eyes.

Yet Tang Feng's calm face kept appearing in her mind.

"If he's so impressive, why don't you take him as your teacher?"

"Whether I take a teacher or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Xiao Wu suddenly rolled over.

The Scorpion Braid hanging over the side of the bed fell beside her pillow as well.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

At Notting Academy, even Tang San would not shut her down like that again and again.

Tang Feng had not only embarrassed Yu Xiaogang, but had also ignored her from beginning to end.

Xiao Wu threw off the thin blanket and sat up lightly.

Moonlight shone through the window onto her fair face.

She lowered her head, put on her pink-and-white little boots, then carefully straightened her skirt and the sash at her waist.

She gathered the Scorpion Braid that hung past her waist behind her.