Great Master Yu Makes Up Five Hundred Theories

The weather was clear that day, without a cloud in the sky. The teachers and students of Nuoding Academy went about their business on campus, everything as usual—until a man walked in with even less hair than before, heavier eye bags, and a frailer appearance.

A sharp-eyed teacher spotted him and exclaimed in astonishment:

"Yu Xiaogang? Oh no, Great Master is back!"

"Great Master is back!"

Before long, the news spread throughout Nuoding Academy. Large numbers of teachers and students rushed to the school gate, and soon it was packed with a buzzing crowd.

Someone commented:

"Why did he come back?"

"Nonsense, Spirit Hall only gave him three months. If he delayed a few more days, he'd become a wanted criminal!"

"Do you think he can pay back ten thousand Gold Soul Coins? Don't come borrowing money from me when the time comes—I don't have any."

"Who cares? Let's watch the show!"

Yu Xiaogang stood where he was, silently watching the crowd. He merely clenched his fists.

But when he thought about how all his future Soul Master Subsidy would go toward paying the fine, and how he would still need Dean Wu to feed him, he loosened his fists again.

Before long, Dean Wu arrived, followed by the Martial Soul Hall Envoy. Getting straight to the point, he said:

"Yu Xiaogang, I trust you know the situation. You slandered Spirit Hall, so you have been fined ten thousand Gold Soul Coins in compensation. Can you pay it now? If not, installments are acceptable."

Yu Xiaogang's face twitched. He bowed slightly and said:

"Esteemed Martial Soul Hall Envoy, I was disrespectful before. Please forgive me."

The spectators were not surprised in the slightest. If he still refused to lower his head, Great Master's head would be smashed to pieces.

Yu Xiaogang continued:

"However, my manuscript was indeed lost. But over these past three months, I have continuously rewritten it from memory, and I have now produced five hundred entries. Could these perhaps offset the fine?"

The Martial Soul Hall Envoy asked in surprise:

"Is that so? Let me see it first."

Yu Xiaogang pulled a thick stack of papers from his bundle and handed them over. The Martial Soul Hall Envoy glanced through them, then hesitated.

"I'll need to report this to my superiors."

Yu Xiaogang nodded.

"I'll trouble you, then."

With that, Yu Xiaogang started walking forward. The spectators made way for him and watched him return to his office before breaking into laughter.

"Hahaha, more than five hundred entries? Honestly, making up over five hundred things in three months wasn't easy. I just wonder how well he made them up."

"What a forced smear. He's Great Master. He spent three months making them up—can you even understand them?"

"Hahaha, true, true. I don't want to become some Great Master!"

Inside the office, Yu Xiaogang listened to the faint laughter drifting in from outside. He clenched his fist and viciously punched the door.

The next moment, two boys walked out from the office. Yu Xiaogang froze, then hurriedly put away his savage expression and asked:

"Little San, Xiao Yu, why are you here?"

Tang San said:

"Teacher, I heard you had returned. I originally wanted to go find you directly, but Xiao Yu reminded me that we could wait for you in the office."

Yu Xiaogang gave them an approving look and said:

"Mm, not bad. Little San, you should learn from Xiao Yu in this regard. Although you and I, master and disciple, have suffered a major setback this time, we cannot let it disrupt our hearts."

"Yes, Teacher. I'll remember that."

Looking at this muddle-headed master-disciple pair, Bai Yu suppressed his speechlessness and asked Yu Xiaogang:

"Master, where did you go these past three months?"

Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Bai Yu's question struck right at his sore spot. He had hidden in a cave for three months, living on the wind and dew like a wild man. What a disgrace!

But he could not say that. Yu Xiaogang coughed twice and said:

"I was staying with a friend. Cough, cough, enough about that. Little San, come here."

Tang San followed Great Master over, and Bai Yu followed as well. Great Master glanced at Bai Yu, then took a belt from the desk drawer and said:

"I originally intended to take this out after you became my disciple, but the incident happened so suddenly that it was delayed for three months. This is a Soul Tool that can store items. Each compartment provides one cubic meter of space."

Tang San's eyes lit up at once. With this, I can store my Hidden Weapons!

At that moment, Bai Yu suddenly asked:

"Master, may I take a look?"

Yu Xiaogang shot Bai Yu a smug look and generously handed it to him.

Go ahead, look all you want. It isn't for you anyway—it's for Little San. Who told him he was my disciple?

If you become my disciple now, I can consider getting you something good too!

Yu Xiaogang wanted to use this to tempt Bai Yu into taking him as his master, but he did not know that Bai Yu had already begun editing.

[Plot: Yu Xiaogang shows you the Soul Tool belt]

Bai Yu directly changed "shows" to "gives."

It was worth mentioning that over the past three months, the system had already reached Level 2. He could now swap, add, and delete narration.

The number of characters he could add or delete depended on the level of the modification opportunity. Basic opportunities could add or remove one character, low-level opportunities two, intermediate opportunities five, and high-level opportunities ten.

Furthermore, each modification now earned him 2 Points.

Seeing Bai Yu studying it with great interest, Yu Xiaogang was just about to paint him a rosy picture and tell him that becoming his disciple would bring even more good things. He opened his mouth and said:

"Xiao Yu, do you like it? If you do, you can use it."

Bai Yu said in surprise:

"Really, Master?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded.

"Take it. It's just a Soul Tool. It's nothing to me."

Tang San beside him: "???"

You old bastard, what the hell do you mean?

Didn't you say it was for me? I'm your disciple! Why are you giving it to Bai Yu?

Meeting Tang San's incredulous gaze, Yu Xiaogang suddenly came to his senses. Looking at Bai Yu adjusting the belt's tightness, he hurriedly said:

"Xiao Yu, um..."

Bai Yu cut him off:

"Wow, it fits perfectly! Thank you, Master. There aren't many teachers as generous, graceful, wise, heroic, loyal, and righteous as you. You are truly my role model. With Little San learning under you, he will definitely become one of the greatest among men—"

One flattering compliment after another landed on Yu Xiaogang's head, praising him until he felt lightheaded and inflated. He was too embarrassed to ask for the belt back.

Looking at Tang San, who was staring longingly at it, Yu Xiaogang said:

"Little San, isn't it just a Soul Tool? Follow your teacher, and there will be plenty of good things for you in the future! Don't fuss over immediate gains and losses. Your teacher was once a prodigy favored by the heavens."

Listening to Yu Xiaogang start rambling about the past, Tang San felt like crying.

I don't want your empty promises. I just want the little prize right in front of me!

But seeing Bai Yu's delighted expression, Tang San, who had always regarded Bai Yu as a brother, felt too embarrassed to demand it.

Fine. I'll find an opportunity in a few days to talk him into giving it to me. He's a Support System Soul Master—what use does he have for this thing? It would be better in my hands, where it can reach its greatest value!

Tang San thought this as though he had already decided the belt belonged to him. It was merely being kept with Bai Yu for the time being.

At that moment, Bai Yu swiftly changed the subject.

"Great Master, I obtained my first Soul Ring three months ago. When will you take Little San to Hunt for Soul Ring?"

Tang San immediately looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes filled with longing.

That's right. I've waited three months. Wasn't this what I was waiting for?

I want a Soul Ring too! A very, very powerful Soul Ring!

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