Tang San's Soul Ring Was Eight Years Old? Master Yu Xiaogang Felt Like He'd Lost All Face

Along the way.

Tang San kept a gloomy face, filled with extreme anger.

No matter who tried to persuade or ask him, it was useless. He said nothing.

He simply stayed silently at the back by himself.

Xiao Wu was completely baffled as well. She had no idea what she had done wrong.

Everyone began speculating about what had gone wrong.

At the front, Ning Rongrong could not help asking in a low voice.

"Master, what's wrong with Tang San?"

"Who knows? Maybe he ate the wrong dried herb," Feng Yang said.

"Hahaha." Ning Rongrong could not help mocking him. She glanced back at Tang San's expression. "Seeing him like that feels so satisfying."

"Why?"

"Who told him to go against Master?" Ning Rongrong said matter-of-factly.

"Hahaha." Feng Yang was directly amused by her. He put an arm around her shoulders in a somewhat intimate gesture. "You really are Master's little darling."

"Hehe." Ning Rongrong happily rested her head on Feng Yang's shoulder. "Master, it would be great if one day we could see Dai Mubai wearing that expression too," Ning Rongrong said expectantly.

"We definitely will," Feng Yang said.

With Dai Mubai's unwilling-to-admit-defeat personality, he would certainly come looking for revenge.

Beside them, Zhu Zhuqing, whose expression was usually cold, was somewhat moved when she saw this scene.

It felt as though if things continued like this—

Feng Yang would only treat Zhu Zhuqing well.

"Master, I'm a little cold."

"Cold?" Feng Yang froze. "Then come here. Get into Master's arms."

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips and moved closer to Feng Yang.

So this was what it felt like to have a girl in each arm?

Legend had it that only Li Xunhuan had ever played like this.

"Zhuqing, it's so hot out, yet you're saying you're cold? You can lie without even drafting a script?" Ning Rongrong said unhappily.

"My heart is cold."

Seeing this scene.

Dai Mubai was already growing displeased, clenching his fists tightly.

"That damned Feng Yang! He claims to be taking disciples, but he's really just chasing girls. If this keeps up, Zhu Zhuqing is really going to fall for him. She's already taking the initiative! No! I have to tell Zhu Zhuqing that I'm the Third Prince of Star Luo Imperial Family. Otherwise, she has no idea what kind of person she's looking down on!"

Meanwhile, Oscar at the back began feeling inferior.

He knew that he was utterly unqualified to compare himself with Feng Yang. They were like the faint glow of a firefly and the bright moon in the heavens.

There was simply no comparison.

Behind them, Xiao Wu looked at Feng Yang's back as he held a girl in each arm, and inexplicably felt a little sour inside.

This little flirtatious rabbit wanted a hug too.

She could not help turning back to look at Tang San.

He still wore that gloomy expression.

She walked over.

"Third Brother, what exactly is wrong? Can you tell me?"

Tang San glanced at her.

"Get lost!"

Still that attitude. Xiao Wu felt somewhat angered as well.

"What do you mean?"

"You still have the nerve to ask what I mean?" Tang San asked coldly.

"But I really don't understand," Xiao Wu said. "Can't you just explain it clearly?"

"I don't want to say it. Just saying it would make me feel dirty!"

After throwing out those words.

Tang San quickened his pace, completely unwilling to walk beside her.

Dirty...?

At that word.

Xiao Wu finally realized something.

Could it be that he knew she had helped Feng Yang...?

Unease began to rise in her heart.

She suddenly had no grounds to argue, and that bit of anger vanished into thin air.

Without stopping, they hurried all the way back to Shrek Academy.

Everyone finally let out a long sigh of relief.

They could finally rest.

On the second floor of an open-air wooden building.

Master Yu Xiaogang sat there, looking astonished.

"Feng Yang is only that age, yet he's already level 61?"

"Yes, Grandmaster." Zhao Wuji nodded. "And his second soul ring is a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, completely breaking away from the optimal soul ring configuration you proposed."

"..."

Master Yu Xiaogang fell silent at that.

This muscle-brained idiot—was he trying to smash his reputation by saying that?

"So you came back early?" Flender asked.

"No. I was originally following Feng Yang from behind, but he noticed me. After all, he's now a level 61 Soul Emperor, and his Soul Power isn't low. He invited me to go with him, but to avoid suspicion, I came back first," Zhao Wuji explained.

"..."

"We're finally back."

"Let's eat first."

Hearing the voices from the academy grounds.

Flender and the others looked over.

"They're back too. Let's go ask what happened."

They soon arrived at the cafeteria.

"How was it? Did everything go smoothly for everyone?" Flender asked, sweeping his gaze over them.

Master Yu Xiaogang stood at his side as well.

That made the continuously depressed Tang San feel as though he had seen a ray of hope.

"Teacher! You're here!"

"Mhm." Master Yu Xiaogang nodded.

"Teacher, I have something to tell you privately." Tang San could not help complaining.

"Alright."

The two of them went out first.

"So, Oscar, what soul ring did you obtain?" Oscar asked.

They gave him a general account of what had happened.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

Xiao Wu's incident had been somewhat bizarre, but it did not affect anything.

Instead, she had reached level thirty, which was still very much worth celebrating.

Leaving the academy.

They came to a secluded patch of grass.

"How was it, Xiao San? What age soul beast did you hunt for your Third Soul Ring, and what kind of soul skill did it produce?" Master Yu Xiaogang asked expectantly.

"..."

The moment that was brought up, Tang San wilted.

Especially with Master Yu Xiaogang looking so expectant.

It was as if he were even more eager than Tang San himself had been when obtaining the Third Soul Ring.

"Teacher, I was just about to tell you about this. Actually, I..." Tang San lowered his face, finding it truly difficult to say.

"Go on, Xiao San. If you don't tell me, how can I help analyze your future training plan?" Master Yu Xiaogang said.

Hope immediately flared within Tang San.

If not for the fact that the man before him was a theory Grandmaster with broad knowledge and experience, he would never have told Master Yu Xiaogang about something like this.

"My Third Soul Ring is only eight years old."

Boom!

Master Yu Xiaogang looked as if he had been struck by five bolts of lightning.

He was utterly stunned.

"E-Eight years?"

He repeated it in disbelief.

Tang San lowered his head.

The words had already formed on his lips, yet they were difficult to say.

In the end, he forced them out.

"Yes."

"Xiao San, are you joking? How could that be possible?" Master Yu Xiaogang cried in disbelief.

For a moment, it seemed as though he found it even harder to accept than Tang San did.

"It's true," Tang San said despondently.

"Show me your rings," Master Yu Xiaogang shouted urgently.

Clang—

The first one.

Yellow.

Four hundred years.

The second one.

Yellow.

Eight hundred years.

The third one.

White.

Eight years.

When he saw that tiny white Third Soul Ring, Master Yu Xiaogang's heart suddenly clenched. For an instant, he seemed on the verge of passing out.

He immediately began beating his chest and stomping his feet.

"Ahhh!! How could this happen? How could this happen?!"

He shouted again and again, as though he were even more unwilling to accept it than Tang San.

In Master Yu Xiaogang's heart, Tang San was his proudest disciple.

Whether he would live well in the future depended on whether Tang San would amount to anything.

After all, his ten great theories were gradually becoming harder and harder to defend.

If he could not even produce an outstanding disciple, how was Master Yu Xiaogang supposed to keep making a living in the Soul Master world?

Yet now, Tang San's third ring had turned out to be an eight-year White Soul Ring.

This was truly humiliating beyond measure!

Seeing Master Yu Xiaogang react so heartbrokenly upon seeing his eight-year White Soul Ring, Tang San was moved by himself instead.

He thought Master Yu Xiaogang truly cared deeply about him.

Little did he know that Master Yu Xiaogang already felt ashamed to have such a disciple.