Yu Xiaogang Lost His Composure: You Could Never Create a Soul Skill!

Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang's years of cultivated "showmanship" had not gone to waste.

Although he was already feeling awkward inside and had no idea how to respond,

on the surface, he still maintained his mature, composed demeanor, as though everything remained under his control.

After a moment of silence, Yu Xiaogang said, "Little San, I admit that Luo Fan's first soul skill, the Wood Clone Technique, is indeed very practical, whether in battle or in cultivation!"

"But you need to understand that what soul skill one awakens is highly random!"

"For example, even if you absorbed another four-hundred-year Datura Snake soul ring, the soul skill you awakened might not necessarily be Entanglement or some poison-related ability!"

"So, the practicality of Luo Fan's wood clones can only be considered a matter of good luck!"

"What we need to do is cultivate diligently and raise your own strength as quickly as possible. When you can attach a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring to another martial soul, that will be when you truly begin to shine!"

"A soul master's life is long. Walking quickly is certainly good, but walking steadily is what matters most!"

Listening to his teacher's explanation, Tang San felt that his words did indeed make a great deal of sense.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and said, "Teacher, I spoke without thinking just now. I'm sorry!"

"It's fine. Your eagerness isn't a bad thing; it shows that you have motivation in your heart!" Yu Xiaogang nodded slightly, showing no anger over Tang San's earlier reproach.

This moved Tang San even more. Teacher truly had remarkable grace.

What Tang San did not know was that although Yu Xiaogang appeared calm, as if he would not change expression even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, he had begun to grow anxious inside.

"The Wood Clone Technique raised his Soul Power by one rank in only a month?"

"And those wood clones could increase in number as his Soul Power rose?"

"Not only could they directly swarm enemies in battle, but they could also provide multiple times the cultivation assistance?"

"With such a divine skill, as long as there is no limit to his Soul Power, the day he becomes a Titled Douluo will be close at hand. He might even become the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent!"

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang's heart burned with excitement.

After all, he could already create five clones and gain a fivefold cultivation boost. What about tenfold, twentyfold, or thirtyfold the cultivation speed of an ordinary soul master in the future?

The thought that Luo Fan might become the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent through his multiplied cultivation speed was utterly unbearable to Yu Xiaogang. He had to make Luo Fan his disciple too!

He had endured far too much ridicule over the better part of his life!

Raising a disciple into a top-tier powerhouse would be the best way to prove himself!

Tang San was certainly good, but that boy Luo Fan seemed even more outstanding.

If Luo Fan truly became the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent, then as his teacher, wouldn't Yu Xiaogang's reputation soar along with his?

No, he still had to go speak with Luo Fan.

Although they had nearly fallen out completely before, and he had even left behind harsh words, why should an adult like him hold a grudge against a child?

After mentally preparing himself, Yu Xiaogang raised his head slightly, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked toward the place where Luo Fan usually cultivated, still radiating the air of "I am the Master."

Had he come a little early? No matter. He could wait a while; it would also let the boy see his sincerity.

A Master like him was already waiting here for Luo Fan. Wouldn't the boy immediately bow down and acknowledge him as his teacher?

Sure enough, after waiting for around ten minutes, Luo Fan arrived at his usual cultivation spot as usual.

"Now that I've succeeded in training rotation and power, the next thing I need to work on is stability!"

"Once I stabilize it, my Rasengan will be considered successfully cultivated!"

"With the Clone Technique working alongside the Rasengan, my overall strength will definitely undergo a qualitative leap!"

"Then, when I hunt for my second soul ring, perhaps I can do it myself instead of relying on others!" Luo Fan silently planned for the future as he walked.

"Hm? Master, what are you doing here?" Reaching his usual cultivation spot, Luo Fan paused slightly and looked curiously at Yu Xiaogang, who was waiting there.

Judging by Yu Xiaogang's appearance, he could not possibly have merely been passing by. He had clearly been waiting for him.

"Luo Fan, I heard from Little San that your Wood Clone Technique can assist with cultivation. It truly is a fine soul skill!" Yu Xiaogang said to Luo Fan.

"And then? If you have something to say, just say it!" Luo Fan had no interest in wasting words with him and directly asked what he wanted.

"What I mean is, with the assistance of your wood clones and the guidance of my theories, you can avoid many detours. I have complete confidence that I can train you into a Titled Douluo!"

Yu Xiaogang looked proud, lifting his chin slightly as he added, "Perhaps even the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent!"

Pfft...

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's expression, Luo Fan somehow thought of those women from his previous life who earned three thousand a month yet looked down on men earning over ten thousand.

They too seemed to hold their heads high and lift their chins, wearing lofty expressions with inexplicable confidence.

Honestly, Yu Xiaogang really made him laugh.

"Y-You, what are you laughing at?"

Was Luo Fan mocking him? Yu Xiaogang's composure cracked somewhat, and his face darkened as he asked.

As the continent's foremost theoretical Master, after being explicitly rejected once, he had taken the initiative to offer to accept Luo Fan as his disciple again. Was that not an honor for him?

And Luo Fan actually dared to laugh at him?

"Master, I need to cultivate. Stop disturbing me here!" Luo Fan waved his hand, too lazy to explain anything, signaling for Yu Xiaogang to leave.

Although Luo Fan had chosen an inconspicuous corner of Notting Academy for cultivation, he was still a well-known figure in the academy, so passing students would all glance in this direction.

Yu Xiaogang had waited here for ten minutes, and it looked as though his conversation with Luo Fan was not going smoothly, attracting quite a few students to stop and watch.

His fists clenched. Seeing Luo Fan's utterly disdainful attitude, along with the many students nearby pointing and whispering, Yu Xiaogang felt his fists tighten!

In a fit of anger, he merely got angry for a moment. Yu Xiaogang said with a dark expression, "Luo Fan, I also heard that for the past month or so, you've been playing with balls in the academy every day? And you claim you're creating a Self-Created Soul Skill?"

"Creating a Self-Created Soul Skill is not something just anyone can accomplish!"

"I, Yu Xiaogang, will make this clear today: it is absolutely impossible for you to create a soul skill just by playing with balls!"

Luo Fan did not even look at Yu Xiaogang again. His tone was perfunctory. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Master, everything you say is right."

As he spoke, Luo Fan swiftly activated his Wood Clone Technique!

In an instant, five wood clones appeared. Luo Fan called out, "All right, everyone. Starting today, we'll begin the third stage of training!"

"Okay!" *5!

The five wood clones answered in unison.

Then, they all extended their palms.

This time, there were no balloons or rubber balls. Luo Fan and the five wood clones all held out their palms, multitasking!

On one hand, they had to gather Soul Power and make it rotate at high speed. On the other, they had to work hard to maintain that rapidly spinning Soul Power!

"Th-This, what is this?"

Seeing Soul Power gathering and rotating in Luo Fan's palm—so clearly that it was visible to the naked eye—Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted...