"He isn't worthy."
Those three words were like a sharp thorn, instantly piercing Tang San's psychological defenses.
Tang San was utterly furious.
In this life, the people he valued most were his father, Tang Hao, and his older brother, Tang Tian!
His brother had looked after him since childhood. Although he sometimes said things that were off the wall, he treated him extremely well!
Before, caught between his father and his brother, he had been unable to stop their conflicts.
You're a Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang. That sounds impressive, but so what?
Who the hell do you think you are?
You're an outsider we've only just met. What gives you the right to pass judgment on my brother?
And you even said my brother wasn't worthy?
In Tang San's eyes, his brother's talent was no weaker than his own!
He even cultivated faster than Tang San did!
Apart from his recent "obsession" with talking to plants.
His brother was perfect!
Outsiders had no right to criticize him!
The muscles in Tang San's left hand, hanging at his side, instantly tensed.
His fingers settled beneath his cuff with extreme stealth.
At that moment, the glow of the Purple Demon Eye flashed through Tang San's eyes and vanished.
In its place was a heart-chilling coldness.
You insulted someone dearest to me...
This man has already courted death!
Just as Tang San was about to throw caution to the wind.
And give this arrogant middle-aged man a taste of a Tang Sect specialty.
"San."
Tang Tian, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
Naturally, he had seen Tang San's move to defend him.
His heart felt warm at that moment, too.
He knew this younger brother of his all too well. The boy looked well-behaved, but he was actually ruthless through and through.
How could he let his younger brother stand in front of him?
Tang Tian stepped forward.
There was not the slightest disappointment at being rejected in his eyes.
Instead, they held a hint of mocking amusement, as though he were watching a clown.
He looked Yu Xiaogang straight in the eye and said:
"Grandmaster, was it?"
"There's no rush to discuss taking a disciple."
Tang Tian paused, his gaze sharpening:
"Since you're so impressive that you could tell at a glance that San has twin martial souls."
"Why don't you show us another trick? What exactly is San's second martial soul?"
The air suddenly fell silent.
Yu Xiaogang froze.
His face, which he had kept taut as he tried to maintain the bearing of an expert, instantly stiffened.
He had never expected Tang Tian to suddenly ask this question.
The reason he had guessed that Tang San had twin martial souls.
Was the paradox of "Blue Silver Grass plus full soul power."
How would he know what Tang San's second martial soul was?
Time ticked by, second after second.
The anger originally in Tang San's eyes.
Now turned to curiosity because of his brother's question.
How did this Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang know about my second martial soul?
Besides, he himself was very curious about the origins of his second martial soul, that hammer!
He looked toward Yu Xiaogang.
However, Yu Xiaogang disappointed him.
Naturally, Yu Xiaogang could not give an answer on such short notice.
Fine beads of sweat seeped out across this Grandmaster's forehead.
His stiff face rapidly flushed the color of pig liver.
He hemmed and hawed for ages, unable to get any words out.
His eyes darted away as he said:
"That naturally requires further observation..."
"Martial souls come in all manner of strange forms. Drawing rash conclusions before seeing the actual manifestation would be unrigorous..."
Watching Yu Xiaogang's embarrassed expression.
The smile at the corners of Tang Tian's mouth deepened.
His eyes were full of mockery.
As though he were saying:
"That's it?"
Tang San could not help frowning either. This was clearly just talking in circles!
Where had all that confidence in pontificating about the world gone?
Under the questioning, even contemptuous gazes of two six-year-old children.
Yu Xiaogang's defenses crumbled completely.
That shame of having his disguise stripped away.
Instantly turned into the urge to lash out in humiliation and anger.
If this keeps going, won't the fine disciple already in my grasp fly away like a cooked duck?
To defend his dignity as a Grandmaster!
He chose the most despicable method-changing the subject and launching personal attacks.
Yu Xiaogang changed the subject outright and began attacking Tang Tian's sore spots:
"Hmph! Ignorant brat!"
Yu Xiaogang swung his sleeve fiercely.
He roared, his voice and expression harsh:
"What do you know? How could you understand the mysteries of martial souls with just a question or two?"
"Your brother's martial souls are naturally extraordinary!"
"There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters!"
"With his innate full soul power as a foundation, even a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass."
"Can turn decay into wonder under my guidance and make him a mighty figure of his generation!"
At this point, he suddenly turned.
His finger nearly jabbed Tang Tian's nose, spittle flying everywhere:
"And you?"
"Your innate rank-six soul power has already determined your ceiling! Your cultivation speed is as slow as a snail!"
"More importantly, at such a young age, you already have poor character, act arrogantly, and know nothing of rank or respect!"
"What right do you have to question me?"
"I'm a theoretical Grandmaster renowned across the entire continent!"
"The famous Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul came from my own hand!"
The Grandmaster's voice grew somewhat shrill with agitation.
With that flustered, furious appearance of his.
Where was even a trace of a Grandmaster's bearing?
He was simply a common shrew in a rage.
Tang San watched that flustered, furious Grandmaster.
Hearing Yu Xiaogang question his brother again, his brows furrowed even more!
Thinking it over carefully.
What struck him as strange was...
Although this Grandmaster saw that I have twin martial souls.
He really hasn't said what my second martial soul is.
And...
The strangest thing is!
My brother has twin martial souls, too!
Tang San knew his brother had the Little Iron Hammer.
Why had this Yu Xiaogang, who called himself a theoretical Grandmaster, completely failed to notice?
He had even declared his brother a mediocre nobody with nothing but a few little tricks?
Could my brother have hidden it too deeply?
Or is this Grandmaster not as amazing as he claims?
He's simply someone who can only wage war on paper!
Could he even be a swindling charlatan?
If he really is a fraud?
Tang San's fingers reached toward his Sleeve Arrow again.
Deceiving me, and humiliating my brother...
Hmph!
Then you've truly already courted death!
At that moment.
Two completely different sets of inner thoughts popped up on Tang Tian's system panel.
[Blue Silver Grass (self-doubt)] [Trash martial soul?] [Trash martial soul again...] [Watching this Grandmaster, who seems so impressive and knowledgeable, declare with such absolute certainty once again that I'm a trash martial soul...] [No matter how hard I work or how strong I become, will I still be nothing but a useless weed in other people's eyes?] [Sob... will Master be persuaded by this Grandmaster and abandon me because I'm too useless?]
Reading Little Blue's thoughts, Tang Tian's heart suddenly clenched.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
[Little Iron Hammer (scoffing)] [Hah?] [This is the so-called Grandmaster? Pah!] [He can't even sense my existence, yet he dares spout such nonsense here!] [Hey, you crybaby grass.] [Aren't you being far too spineless?] [Some nobody who looks like a vagrant calls you trash, and you're shaken?] [Can you have a little backbone? Stop embarrassing that idiot Tang Tian, will you!] [Can you have a little backbone?] [If he dared point at me and call me trash, I'd smash that ugly face of his into the ground with one blow!]
Watching Little Blue's confidence plummet.
Tang Tian's gaze turned cold.
A dragon had a reverse scale; whoever touched it had to die.
You can call me arrogant, call me untalented!
But what you should never, ever have done was mess with my martial soul's state of mind to cover up your own incompetence!
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