Furiously Cursing Tang San and Yu Xiaogang

But before Jin Yang could finish packing, Tang San woke up.

"Jin Yang! Where are you going?" Tang San stared at him with bloodshot eyes. The left side of his face was swollen high, and his words came out slurred.

"I slipped up just now. Let's go again!" Tang San snapped.

Jin Yang stopped packing and turned to him with a smile. "I was born with extraordinary strength. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

It was no exaggeration. Jin Yang really was much stronger now, far beyond the limits of an ordinary six-year-old.

Tang San fell silent, apparently thinking it over.

"I'll fight you again in a few days. Don't get smug."

"But I'm transferring schools."

Jin Yang said it calmly.

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

"Why?" Xiao Wu darted in front of him. "Isn't Dorm Seven one big family? And now you want to leave?"

"That's right. Dorm Seven is one big family. But I'm not part of it."

Jin Yang had no intention of explaining further. He picked up his packed belongings and headed for the door.

He opened it to find someone standing outside Dorm Seven.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang ignored Jin Yang and walked straight into the dorm. His gaze swept the room, then settled on Tang San's face.

"Xiao San, who did that to you?" Anger flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, and his voice turned cold.

Tang San opened his mouth but said nothing.

After all, losing to a level-five Soul Scholar was hardly something to boast about.

Worse, he feared his beloved teacher would be ashamed of him if he found out.

When Tang San remained silent, Yu Xiaogang turned to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu pointed at Jin Yang, who was already walking away. "Jin Yang did it."

At that, Yu Xiaogang went straight after him.

"You there, boy! Stop!" Yu Xiaogang shouted.

Jin Yang ignored him and broke into a run, but a six-year-old's legs, pumping as hard as they could, were no match for an adult level-twenty-nine Soul Master.

Before long, Yu Xiaogang caught him by the back of his collar and lifted him off the ground.

By then, though, Jin Yang had reached the busiest part of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, where students and teachers were everywhere.

"Let go of me! Help! Grandmaster's hitting me! Grandmaster's trying to kill me! Just because I hit his disciple, he wants to kill me to shut me up!"

Jin Yang shouted and thrashed wildly. The commotion quickly drew a crowd.

Yu Xiaogang did not let go. Instead, he shifted his grip, clamping both hands around Jin Yang's shoulders and squeezing harder. "Everyone, move along. It's nothing. I only wanted to ask the child a few questions. I didn't expect him to be so afraid of me."

Yu Xiaogang sounded helpless, as though Jin Yang had mistaken kindness for cruelty.

"So that's what happened?"

"And here I thought Grandmaster really would hit someone."

"Ah! I remember him. He's that Blood-Drinking Demon Sunflower!"

"What? He's the Blood-Drinking Demon Sunflower? Too bad Grandmaster didn't kill him. What if he drinks my blood someday?"

"What Blood-Drinking Demon Sunflower? Where did you hear that? I heard he's just an ordinary Soul Master with level-two-and-a-half Innate Soul Power."

"Forget it. Nothing to see here."

The crowd that had gathered was soon dispersed by Yu Xiaogang and several teachers drawn over by the commotion.

Jin Yang kept struggling, but it was useless. He was not yet stronger than a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster.

Yu Xiaogang's hands were as hard as stone. "I ask, you answer. No lies. Why did you bully Tang San?"

"They bullied me first! Instead of dealing with your own disciple, you're going after me for fighting back?"

Jin Yang shouted. A man could be killed but not humiliated. If he let Gangzi push him around, he would disgrace every transmigrator who had come before him.

"If you weren't bullying him, why is he injured while you don't have a scratch on you?"

"Because he couldn't beat me! Hahahaha!"

Seeing that the onlookers had not really left but were watching from nearby—and that even the headmaster of Nuoding Academy was among them—Jin Yang grew bolder.

"Grandmaster, the disciple you taught can't even beat a level-five Soul Scholar like me. What a good-for-nothing!"

That one insult could have been aimed at either Tang San or Yu Xiaogang.

Faint laughter came from nearby.

Yu Xiaogang had never suffered such humiliation. He breathed like an enraged ox, veins bulging on his forehead, teeth clenched. He wanted nothing more than to grind Jin Yang to dust on the spot.

Feeling Yu Xiaogang's grip tighten, Jin Yang immediately summoned his Martial Soul. Its enormous sunflower-seed mouth gaped open and snapped toward Yu Xiaogang's face.

The strike was lightning-fast and looked ferocious, but it carried little real power.

Yu Xiaogang was unfamiliar with Jin Yang's Martial Soul. Startled on instinct, he immediately stepped back and dodged the Sunflower's attack.

Jin Yang did not hesitate. He fled at once, heading straight for the densest part of the crowd.

"Oh, right! There are no Trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters. One sentence, and you insulted both yourself and your disciple twice! Hahahaha!" Jin Yang spared no effort to provoke Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed purple at the taunt, like a slab of pig's liver. His fury reached its peak.

"How dare you! What are you saying?! First Soul Skill: Fart Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!" Yu Xiaogang roared. He summoned his Martial Soul and unleashed his Soul Skill toward Jin Yang, with no regard for the other students' lives.

The headmaster of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy's face darkened.

Before Yu Xiaogang could fully unleash the Soul Skill, the headmaster knocked him unconscious with a single blow, putting an end to that vicious attack.

Tang San and the others then ran out of the dorm and hurried to Yu Xiaogang's side.

"Teacher! Teacher, are you all right?" Tang San's face was red and swollen, but his voice was full of concern.

"Xiao San, you lost to Jin Yang?" Yu Xiaogang's face was black as ink, his voice low and icy with anger.

"I... I lost, Teacher."

Tang San lowered his head, unable to meet Yu Xiaogang's eyes, and spoke with shame.

The onlookers broke into noisy discussion.

"So Grandmaster's disciple really did lose?"

"Tsk, how embarrassing. And he's supposed to be a genius with Innate Full Soul Power? He's far too weak!"

"I say a Trash Martial Soul is a Trash Martial Soul. What, is it going to soar to the heavens?"

"Don't say that. Tang San still has Innate Full Soul Power. Look at yourselves—he's much stronger than any of you. Maybe Grandmaster just doesn't know how to teach."

"That could be it."

The crowd nodded.

Grandmaster's teaching must have been the problem.

They would rather believe Grandmaster was a poor teacher than believe a genius with Innate Full Soul Power could be defeated so easily.

None of them had Innate Full Soul Power. If even Tang San was that weak, what did that make them?

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, seething. If Jin Yang had not run toward the crowd, how could so many people have mocked him?

And Tang San—he already had a Century Mandala Snake Soul Ring. Why was he still so useless?!

Unable to face the crowd's stares, Yu Xiaogang fixed his gaze on the guilt-ridden Tang San instead.

"Tang San, why did you lose?!" Yu Xiaogang demanded.

The coldness in his teacher's voice sent a chill through Tang San's heart.

"Teacher, he was too strong."

But Yu Xiaogang would not listen to Tang San's explanation. He only kept repeating his question.

The headmaster of Nuoding Soul Master Academy came over and rescued Tang San from the interrogation.

"You're Tang San, are you? Very impressive. Innate Full Soul Power."

Tang San's eyes shone like rare jewels.

"Hello, Headmaster."

Seeing how well-behaved Tang San was only deepened the headmaster's dissatisfaction with Yu Xiaogang.

He had hoped Yu Xiaogang would help him forge ties with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Instead, he had fed and housed the man, even paid him a salary, only for those ties to go nowhere—and for Yu Xiaogang to nearly harm his own students.

"You needn't worry. Your teacher is fine. It's that other student who was nearly struck by a Soul Grandmaster's full-power attack. That was far too dangerous."

Though everyone was safe now, the headmaster still felt a lingering fear.

One dead student would not be terrible. Even several dead students would not be terrible. What frightened him was the thought of Spirit Hall discovering what had happened...

That would be far worse than offending the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

The more ordinary people revered Spirit Hall, the more people like him, who held power over a territory, feared it.

Spirit Hall dealt with great families and clans far more ruthlessly than most people imagined.

After running out of the crowd, Jin Yang felt a sudden warning. He looked toward the academy gates, his heart tightening, and hurried back into the crowd.

That bastard Tang Hao must be back, Jin Yang thought.

Who else could radiate such murderous intent, sharp enough to pierce straight into a person's heart?

The crowd was the safest place now. As long as he stayed among them, Tang Hao would never dare strike.

Spirit Hall. It all came down to Spirit Hall.

If Tang Hao had not feared Spirit Hall discovering Tang San's whereabouts, he would never have let Jin Yang go.

It seemed Jin Yang's only option was to keep opposing Tang San, making their feud known to everyone. Then, if he was hurt, people would immediately suspect Tang San. Only that could make Tang Hao fear the consequences and give Jin Yang a chance to survive.

The moment Jin Yang reached that conclusion, he acted.

He pushed past his classmates' shoulders, made his way through the crowd, and pointed at Tang San.

"Tang San, losing because you weren't good enough was one thing, but you sent your teacher to kill me?! You're utterly shameless!"

"If I'm ever injured or killed, it was you two who did it!"

As soon as he said it, Jin Yang's hair stood on end. It felt as though a venomous snake were watching him from behind every moment, chilling him to the bone.

Damn you, Tang Hao! Jin Yang cursed inwardly, though his expression never changed.

"And you think losing to me makes you look bad? Your shamelessness looks far worse! A One-Ring Soul Master couldn't beat a level-five Soul Scholar like me, so you sent your Soul Grandmaster teacher to kill me! The whole academy—students and teachers alike—saw it!"

"Tang San, you're nothing but a bully, a good-for-nothing, and a man who breaks his word."

"And this Yu Xiaogang is no better. He uses his cultivation as a Soul Grandmaster to bully students at will. Does someone like him deserve to be a teacher? Does he deserve to be called Grandmaster?"

Jin Yang pointed at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang and cursed them to their faces.

The louder he cursed, the more satisfying it felt.

For a moment, the place fell so silent a crow or sparrow could have been heard. Everyone stared at Jin Yang. Then, a torrent of discussion swept through the crowd like a rainstorm.

"Does this guy have a death wish?"

"What nerve! He actually said it! I like him!"

"That child has spirit. I wish he were my student."

"No less than I'd expect from the owner of the Blood-Drinking Demon Sunflower! Such courage, such boldness—I love him!"

"Brother, calm down. You're a boy!"