Yu Xiaogang: I Sever My Master-Disciple Ties with Tang San!!!

Seeing Tang San and Yu Xiaogang so furious yet unable to act made Jin Yang laugh.

"I like seeing you two all proud and defiant."

"A trash teacher can only produce a trash student. Grandmaster, how did that saying of yours go? There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters.

"My Martial Soul is a Trash Martial Soul too. I only have level-five Soul Power, and I don't even have a single Soul Ring.

"Yet Tang San couldn't even beat me. Doesn't that make him even more useless than I am?

"There are no trash students, only trash teachers. When you get to the root of it, you're the most useless one here."

Seeing Yu Xiaogang about to lash out again, Jin Yang hurried behind the headmaster. He clutched the back of the man's clothes and hid himself completely.

The laughter around them grew louder.

Some students at the academy admired the Grandmaster's knowledge, but far more disliked Yu Xiaogang.

On Douluo Continent, weakness was a Soul Master's original sin.

Yu Xiaogang was plainly a weak Soul Master, yet he enjoyed privileges others could only dream of.

Most teachers and students couldn't stand him for it.

"Maybe he copied his theories, too."

No one knew who had said it, but Yu Xiaogang heard. He roared as though his heart were being torn apart. "Bullshit! I absolutely did not copy my theories. They're original! I, Yu Xiaogang, am a Grandmaster in every sense of the word!"

Yu Xiaogang seemed to have lost his mind. He screamed hysterically, his words circling around Martial Soul Theory, the Grandmaster, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and Trash Martial Souls.

When shouting failed to vent his anger, Yu Xiaogang summoned Luo Sanpao again, ready to use up his remaining two chances to release his Martial Soul.

Tang San held Yu Xiaogang tight, trying to bring him back to his senses.

But Yu Xiaogang merely glanced back at Tang San before turning his fury on him.

"It's all your fault, you useless wretch! You humiliated me! If you can't even beat a level-five Soul Scholar, what good are you?

"Get out! Get out of my sight! I never want to see you again!

"From now on, I, Yu Xiaogang, am no longer your teacher! And you, Tang San, are no longer my student!"

Tang San stared blankly at Yu Xiaogang's impotent rage.

It felt as though a knife had been driven deep into his heart.

The teacher who had treated him so gently just days ago had become this in the blink of an eye.

No. He could no longer call Yu Xiaogang his teacher.

The warmth he had finally found in this life...

In the end, it too had been destroyed.

Tang San's eyes were ashen.

How much pain must a six-year-old child feel when abandoned by the teacher he revered?

The devastation on Tang San's face made even Jin Yang's heart ache a little. Of course, pity was one thing.

Tang San's father was still watching from the shadows!

Hopefully, Tang Hao would take out his anger on Yu Xiaogang and leave Jin Yang alone.

Of course, from what Jin Yang knew of Tang Hao, that was impossible.

If he was going to die sooner or later, what was there to fear?

Jin Yang kept running his mouth, utterly unconcerned that Yu Xiaogang might beat him to death in a fit of rage.

"Grandmaster, that's all it takes to make you crack? Could it be a guilty conscience? What's the phrase? Getting angry because the truth hurts.

"That's right, getting angry because the truth hurts. Looks like you really did plagiarize!"

"Who would've thought? The pride of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect isn't just a half-level Innate Soul Power weakling. He's a plagiarist, too."

Jin Yang pulled a face and kept provoking Yu Xiaogang. Other than himself, what did Yu Xiaogang care about most?

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, of course. His reputation, his confidence, and the power behind him all came from the sect. Even some of his theories came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's treasured records.

"Aaaah! Jin Yang! I'll kill you!" Yu Xiaogang screamed wildly. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to tear Jin Yang apart and drink his blood.

Yu Xiaogang lunged at Jin Yang like a starving tiger, but Jin Yang was behind the headmaster. As a Soul Ancestor, the headmaster had no intention of letting Yu Xiaogang reach him.

The headmaster gave a light push and sent Yu Xiaogang back.

He didn't dare use much force. After all, Yu Xiaogang was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch.

He had never forgotten that.

A few harsh words to Yu Xiaogang were one thing.

If he actually struck the man, the headmaster feared Yu Yuanzhen would come to settle the score himself.

"That's enough, Grandmaster. So many people are watching. Are you really going to quarrel with a child? You were in the wrong to begin with, using your age and strength to bully him. Is the boy not even allowed to say a few words?"

The headmaster patted Jin Yang on the head. "You only lost your dignity. This child nearly lost his life."

Jin Yang swallowed, straightened his disheveled clothes, and looked at Tang San, who sat on the ground with a dark expression.

"Tang San!" Jin Yang called.

But Tang San gave no sign of hearing him. He sat like a statue shaped in human form.

Xiao Wu stood nearby, anxious and at a loss.

When she heard Jin Yang call Tang San's name, Xiao Wu's wild eyes snapped toward him.

The instant their gazes met, Jin Yang felt as though he were looking at a vicious Soft Bone Rabbit.

Fine, fine. I'm the main group's greatest enemy now.

Jin Yang hugged his Sunflower Martial Soul and turned its face toward Xiao Wu, using it to block her stare.

The method worked. Xiao Wu stopped looking directly at him.

The entire Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy was now in chaos.

Students milled about and shouted over one another. The teachers were discussing it too, with no intention of intervening.

The reason was simple: the scandal surrounding the Grandmaster was too juicy to miss.

More students came over when they heard the news.

They surrounded Jin Yang, the headmaster, Yu Xiaogang, and the others in layer upon layer of bodies.

With the headmaster and teachers present, they had no fear of Yu Xiaogang suddenly attacking anyone.

They could watch the spectacle in peace.

The matter had already grown serious, and a student had long since reported it to Spirit Hall.

Just as Jin Yang wondered how this would end, Spirit Hall's Deacons arrived.

The man leading the way was Su Yuntao, the Blind Douluo. Jin Yang knew him fairly well: Su Yuntao had visited his village to awaken the children's Martial Souls.

He had even named Jin Yang's Martial Soul the "Smiling Sunflower."

The other Spirit Hall Deacons seemed to outrank Su Yuntao.

Every one of them carried an air of superiority, especially the Deacon at their head.

His Soul Power Level looked quite high.

The leading Spirit Hall Deacon passed through the crowd and approached the headmaster of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

"Hello, Headmaster. It's been a long time, and here we are meeting again. What happened here? Please explain it to us clearly."

"Bishop Zhou! What wind blew you here? My, it's been nearly twenty years since we last met. You're as impressive as ever!"

The headmaster beamed, his enthusiasm making him seem young again.

He promptly forgot all about Yu Xiaogang.

"I'm planning to retire. Haven't you noticed I've even changed out of those robes? Hahaha! Life is much easier without being a bishop. I'm getting on in years; it's time to enjoy some peace."

The Spirit Hall Deacon did not seem interested in reminiscing.

"Official business, Headmaster. I hope you understand."

"Of course, of course. No problem at all."

The headmaster then explained to the Spirit Hall Deacon what had happened and what grievances lay between Jin Yang, Yu Xiaogang, and Tang San.

A moment later, the Spirit Hall Deacon released his Soul Rings. Seven appeared—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple, black. With the authority of a Soul Saint, he delivered his verdict.

Yu Xiaogang was to apologize and pay Jin Yang five hundred Gold Soul Coins in compensation.

Tang San only had to apologize.

By the time the Spirit Hall Deacon arrived, Yu Xiaogang had begun to regain his senses. When the Spirit Hall Deacon displayed his Soul Rings, he sobered up completely.

Spirit Hall might show the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect some respect.

But Yu Xiaogang himself held little standing with Spirit Hall.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had abandoned him long ago.

"I won't accept this!" Yu Xiaogang shouted.

"I'm the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's leader! Are you sure you want to do this?"

Yu Xiaogang spoke with smug assurance.

His hysteria was gone, replaced by the self-satisfied confidence of a petty man who had gained the upper hand.

"What's more, I'm an Honorary Elder personally appointed by Spirit Hall's Pope. Do you dare touch me?"

That gave Su Yuntao and several ordinary Deacons behind him pause.

Su Yuntao frowned. The hand he had placed reassuringly on Jin Yang went still.

He seemed troubled by the possibility that Yu Xiaogang held a Pope Token.

But the Spirit Hall Deacon, a Seven-Ring Soul Sage, had no intention of indulging Yu Xiaogang.

"What dogshit are you spouting? Has a pig's fart addled your brain? Do you have proof? A token? You say you're an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall? Then I say I'm an elder of the Worship Hall!"

The Seven-Ring Soul Sage folded his arms and spoke with disdain.

"An Honorary Elder? What a joke. I don't recall Spirit Hall having an Honorary Elder named Yu Xiaogang, especially one with such pitifully low Soul Power."

"Perhaps a swindler fooled you."

Yu Xiaogang immediately retorted, "Dong'er couldn't be a swindler! She was Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden. No, she's the Pope now."

"Dong'er? His Holiness the Pope?" The Seven-Ring Soul Sage sounded astonished.

"That's right. When Bibi Dong and I were in love, she told me herself that she would make me an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall. Now that she's Pope, I trust she won't break her word."

For years, Yu Xiaogang had styled himself an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall.

In truth, Spirit Hall had no such position as an Honorary Elder.

People already regarded Yu Xiaogang as a man hungry for undeserved fame. Given his ties to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, no one had looked too closely.

Now this piece of his past had come to light.

A romance between Yu Xiaogang and Spirit Hall's Pope.

Yu Xiaogang stood there looking unkempt. Instead of the admiration he expected, the crowd's curses came at once.

"Pah! Shameless bastard! How dare he drag His Holiness the Pope into this?"

"Ugh, disgusting! He fantasizes about His Holiness the Pope and even spreads rumors that she loved him."

"He dares spread rumors about His Holiness the Pope! Beat him to death!"

"That's right! Beat him to death!"

People in the crowd produced rotten cabbage leaves, spoiled tomatoes, and stinking eggs from somewhere and hurled them at Yu Xiaogang.

The Spirit Hall Seven-Ring Soul Sage watched with a grim expression.

He said nothing more and made no move to stop the uproar.

Only after Yu Xiaogang lay buried in a heap of refuse and the surrounding students had vented their anger did the Seven-Ring Soul Sage slowly speak. "Stop."

His voice, carried by Soul Power, rang clearly in every Soul Master's ears.

They could not help lowering whatever they had been about to throw at Yu Xiaogang.

Everyone turned to the Seven-Ring Soul Sage, waiting for his next instruction.