Chapter 25

"Now, I can only place my hopes on my second martial soul." Tang San spoke dejectedly.

That was right!

Tang San still had the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul!

Master Yu Xiaogang immediately regained his confidence.

He was glad he had not shown Tang San any disgust for the time being.

He steadied his emotions.

"Tang San, tell me. What exactly happened?"

At the thought of it, Tang San gritted his teeth in hatred once more.

"This was all because of that bastard Feng Yang and that slut Xiao Wu!"

"Huh?"

Master Yu Xiaogang was a little bewildered.

Feng Yang was understandable, but Xiao Wu—wasn't she your Child Bride, the person closest to you, who had grown up with you and come to Shrek Academy together?

Tang San's face darkened.

"At the time, I killed a two-thousand-year-old beetle. Just a few minutes after I began absorbing the soul ring, I heard Xiao Wu's voice coming from nearby, along with those sucking sounds that made it impossible to stay calm. If it had been anyone else, I definitely wouldn't have opened my eyes. But it was Xiao Wu. It would have been better if I hadn't looked—when I did, I completely exploded on the spot! Xiao Wu was actually helping Feng Yang—"

"Huh?!"

Master Yu Xiaogang was stunned again!

He had never expected Xiao Wu to help someone do that sort of thing.

"Was she enjoying it?"

Master Yu Xiaogang seemed to have become somewhat interested.

Tang San nearly lost it, shooting Master Yu Xiaogang an icy glare.

"Oh." Master Yu Xiaogang came to his senses. "I just wanted to know whether Feng Yang forced her, or whether Xiao Wu did it willingly."

Only then did Tang San's expression ease slightly.

"The way she was going at it so eagerly, it was obvious she did it willingly!"

"..."

"And then?"

"Then I couldn't calm my mind at all. I was trying to absorb the soul ring while watching Xiao Wu, and in the end... the soul ring vanished. By the time I came to my senses, the soul ring I had absorbed was only eight years old. I didn't even obtain a soul skill!"

Tang San spoke through gritted teeth.

"..."

Master Yu Xiaogang instead let out a long breath of relief.

He had originally thought Tang San's situation might be similar to his own—that something had gone wrong with his martial soul, leaving him unable to absorb soul rings.

He had not expected it to be merely outside interference.

"Xiao San." He revealed a sympathetic expression and placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Since things have come to this, try to relax. It's just a Third Soul Ring; it's no great loss. You can absorb your Fourth Soul Ring normally. Besides, you still have the even stronger Clear Sky Hammer. There will be plenty of chances for revenge in the future!"

"Mm!"

Tang San nodded.

"But, Teacher, is there really no way to change my Third Soul Ring?"

Master Yu Xiaogang pondered for a moment.

"There is. There's a place called Sea God Island."

Tang San's eyes lit up.

"The remarkable thing about that place is that every time you pass a trial, you can increase your Soul Ring Year. However, if you want to go there, your level must be high enough."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's mood finally improved somewhat.

"I understand. Thank you, Teacher."

"..."

Looking at Tang San like this, Master Yu Xiaogang had already begun harboring other thoughts.

From what Flender and Zhao Wuji had told him, Feng Yang's talent was so exceptional. If he could take him as a disciple, he would surpass Tang San by ten thousand streets!

Thinking of this, he felt delighted inside.

After parting with Tang San, Master Yu Xiaogang impatiently went to find Feng Yang.

They arrived at his room.

"Hello, Teacher Feng. I'm Master Yu Xiaogang, known as the Grandmaster. You can call me that too."

He introduced himself proudly.

He felt that as long as he gave his name, almost no one would refuse to show him respect.

"Uh, have a seat." Feng Yang remained fairly polite.

After Master Yu Xiaogang entered, he immediately began sucking up to him.

"Teacher Feng, you're so young, yet already such an outstanding talent."

"Not bad. What did the Grandmaster come to see me for?" Feng Yang could not be bothered with pointless small talk.

"Actually, I want to take Teacher Feng as my disciple. That way, you can use my title as Grandmaster however you like in the future, and I'll impart everything I've learned in my life to you." He spoke with a solemn expression.

"..."

Feng Yang stared at him blankly for a moment.

"Pfft—"

He truly could not hold back his laughter.

The confidence on Master Yu Xiaogang's face instantly changed.

"Yu Xiaogang, I've seen people who overestimate themselves, but I've never seen anyone as blindly overconfident as you. Just because everyone calls you Grandmaster, do you really think you're one?" Feng Yang said.

"..."

Hearing those words, Master Yu Xiaogang's face immediately darkened.

He had never expected Feng Yang to be so utterly disrespectful.

After all, throughout the entire Soul Master world, even many Soul Douluo would show him some courtesy upon hearing his name.

Yet Feng Yang had directly humiliated him.

"What the hell are you thinking? Taking me as your disciple? You really aren't worthy of it, Grandmaster," Feng Yang continued.

Master Yu Xiaogang's expression turned grim, his fury reaching its peak!

He glared fixedly at Feng Yang.

"Feng Yang, I'll remember this!"

Leaving those words behind, he turned and left at once.

"Remember my ass. You came here to humiliate yourself, and you still have the nerve to say that?" Feng Yang said.

"..."

Master Yu Xiaogang paused where he stood.

He truly wanted to grab Feng Yang and slap him several times, until his face swelled up.

But he knew that anything else he said now would only be further humiliation.

He decisively slammed the door and stormed out.

He found Tang San again and immediately started pressuring him.

"Xiao San! You must cultivate hard! Feng Yang cuckolded you like that and left your Third Soul Ring at only eight years. You must avenge this humiliation and make him kneel before you someday!"

Master Yu Xiaogang spoke through gritted teeth.

At that moment, he seemed to hate Feng Yang even more than Tang San did.

After all, Feng Yang's words had truly struck at his heart!

They hurt even more than a slap across Master Yu Xiaogang's face.

"I understand, Teacher!" Tang San replied solemnly, looking incomparably serious.

That night.

Xiao Wu went to find Tang San.

"Third Brother, can we talk?"

Tang San still wore a cold expression.

"Talk about what?"

"Did you see me with Feng Yang...?"

"Don't talk about that here."

Tang San immediately cut her off, afraid that Oscar behind them would hear.

He had already been humiliated enough.

The two of them walked out as well.

They arrived at a secluded place.

"Third Brother, I did do that with Feng Yang, but it wasn't like what you saw. I was actually forced by Feng Yang."

"Forced?" Tang San was so angry he almost laughed. "You're still lying to me? With how much you were enjoying yourself, you're telling me you were forced?"

"..."

"It's true!" Xiao Wu looked somewhat anxious. "Third Brother, believe me. He really forced me. I truly don't feel anything for him. You know, the one I like is you!"

"Heh." Tang San sneered. "Don't use that mouth of yours to say you like me."

"You!!"

Xiao Wu's temper flared again.

"Tang San! You said that yourself!"

With that single sentence, Tang San heard a final farewell in her words.

Could it be that Xiao Wu was really going to leave him for good?

At that thought, Tang San could no longer remain so confident. He abruptly grew nervous.