Yu Xiaogang wanted nothing more than to use his special privileges to make this loathsome brat get lost.
Tang Tian, however, showed no fear:
"What? Humiliation turned to rage? Already trying to throw me out?"
He abruptly raised his voice.
His voice rang out all around.
It drew the attention of every passing student and teacher nearby.
"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."
"If that's so, why do you insist that Blue Silver Grass is a Trash Martial Soul?"
"If no Martial Soul is useless, doesn't that mean-"
Tang Tian pointed at Yu Xiaogang's nose and said, stressing every word:
"You, stuck at level 29, are that utterly useless Soul Master?"
"Aaaaah-!"
Yu Xiaogang completely lost his mind.
Those words were like a sharp knife!
They stabbed straight into his heart, then twisted twice.
The logic formed a closed loop. There was no refuting it!
The theory he took such pride in had become the sharpest weapon against him!
If he couldn't win with words, he would use his fists!
"I'm going to teach you a proper lesson, you brat who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot as his Soul Power surged.
The string of reason snapped completely!
I'm a level 29 Soul Grandmaster!
Could I really fail to deal with a brat who's only just awakened his Martial Soul?
"Come out! Luo Sanpao!"
With his low shout, two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
Immediately afterward.
A round, plump creature that looked like both a pig and a dog appeared before everyone.
It had two large ears and pale purple fur.
Its big eyes blinked innocently.
"Luo, luo," it called.
The atmosphere had been charged with drawn swords and drawn bows.
With the appearance of this adorable creature, it suddenly became rather comical.
"Pfft..."
Tang Tian looked at the creature, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He mocked it mercilessly:
"This is your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"
"This is your Golden Sacred Dragon?"
"Grandmaster, you have quite a unique hobby. Taking your pig out for a walk?"
In truth, Tang Tian knew perfectly well.
Luo Sanpao had extraordinary potential and could even evolve into a Golden Sacred Dragon.
But the problem was that it had followed the wrong master.
Following a useless man like Yu Xiaogang, who had only half a level of Innate Soul Power.
Luo Sanpao could only be a pig that did nothing but fart.
With a different host, himself for instance, this thing might well soar straight into the sky!
Inside the Sea of Consciousness, the two little ones had entirely different reactions.
[Blue Silver Grass Little Blue (confused)] [Huh?] [Is this that Grandmaster's Martial Soul?] [Wasn't he boasting so much just now? He swore up and down that I was a Trash Martial Soul...] [But why do I feel like I'm just a tiny bit stronger than this piggy?] [It looks like all it can do is root around in the dirt...]
Seeing Blue Silver Grass act like this, Little Iron Hammer rolled her eyes.
If she had eyes, that was.
[Little Iron Hammer (disdainful)] [Tch!] [I told you! He's nothing but an empty show!] [Hey, you crybaby grass over there! Only just figured it out?] [He's just a swindling fraud! Only an idiot like you would believe his nonsense!] [As for this pig, believe me, one swing of my hammer would flatten it into pork jerky!]
Tang San, standing nearby, was dumbfounded too.
He stared wide-eyed at the creature rooting around in the dirt.
"This... this is Grandmaster's Martial Soul?"
"This is the Martial Soul of the man who mocked Blue Silver Grass as useless?"
"This is just... just too..."
Tang San struggled for a long while.
He was too embarrassed to say "too useless."
But the disappointment in his eyes was already beyond words.
With a thing like this, he had the nerve to say Blue Silver Grass was no good?
What could this pig do? Serve as emergency rations?
"Farts like thunder! Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Hearing the mockery all around him.
Yu Xiaogang no longer cared about saving face.
Only one thought remained in his mind:
Shut this venom-tongued brat up!
He directly issued the command to attack!
Luo Sanpao immediately turned around and stuck its rump high in the air.
It aimed straight at Tang Tian!
Its round body began trembling violently.
A thick yellow gas was brewing.
Tang San's expression changed. Though this Martial Soul looked ridiculous, he could feel those Soul Power fluctuations.
"Big Brother, watch out!"
Tang San instinctively moved to raise his Sleeve Arrow.
This man was actually attacking a child!
Utterly shameless!
He had already earned himself death!
Yet Tang Tian stood where he was, utterly motionless.
"Wait."
Tang Tian suddenly spoke.
His voice was quiet, but carried a mocking calm.
He didn't even glance at the pig that might fart at any moment.
Instead, he stared directly at the enraged Yu Xiaogang:
"Grandmaster, as an adult, an elder who calls himself a teacher, you're actually attacking a six-year-old new student in public, right before everyone's eyes?"
"Is your skin built from city-wall bricks?"
Yu Xiaogang paused.
Forcing down his anger, he sneered:
"Enough nonsense!"
"You've already been expelled from the academy. You don't count as a student here at all."
"Nuoding Academy is too small to accommodate a student like you, who disrespects his elders and has such vile conduct!"
With that, he swept his hand grandly, with quite the commanding air of a man directing the affairs of the realm.
As far as he was concerned, once he brought out the devastating weapon of expulsion.
Tang Tian, this poor country boy, would surely be scared into wetting himself and fall to his knees to beg for mercy.
Yet the expected pleas never came.
Instead, the mockery on Tang Tian's face only deepened.
He turned toward the wary-looking Tang San.
His tone was relaxed:
"San, go get the guard uncle over here."
"While you're at it, ask him whether someone who farts in the street to stink people out ought to be arrested."
Tang San froze.
Though he didn't understand his big brother's intentions, he trusted him absolutely.
"All right."
Tang San put away his Sleeve Arrow.
After glaring fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, he turned and ran toward the gate.
Yu Xiaogang frowned.
A faint sense of unease rose in his heart.
But the arrow was already on the string. Forcing himself to maintain appearances, he shouted:
"It won't matter who you call! I'm this academy's Grandmaster. If I say you're not admitted, you're not admitted!"
A short while later, a guard hurried over, leading an old man with graying hair.
The old man was Director Su of Nuoding Academy's Academic Affairs Office.
He had been drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
Then he heard that someone was causing trouble at the gate.
And since it apparently involved Grandmaster, he had no choice but to come in person.
Seeing the atmosphere of drawn swords and drawn bows.
Especially seeing Luo Sanpao with its rump sticking up.
The corner of Director Su's eye twitched.
This Grandmaster... what trouble was he stirring up now?
Sponging off them for food and drink was one thing, but why was he fighting with new students at the gate today?
What sort of behavior was this?
"Oh, isn't this Grandmaster?"
Director Su plastered a professional, insincere smile across his face.
He strode forward briskly, while inwardly cursing up a storm:
"What's going on here? Such a temper! You've even summoned your Martial Soul?"
"Who are you planning to fight to the death?"
Seeing Director Su, Yu Xiaogang pointed at Tang Tian and said angrily:
"Director Su, you've come just in time!"
"This work-study student disrespects his elders and uses vulgar language. He's an absolute disgrace!"
"To safeguard the academy's reputation and order, I've already revoked their admission and was just about to throw him out!"
Director Su frowned slightly at that.
Revoked their admission?
Did you have the authority to do that?
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