Yu Xiaogang Flashes Double Peace Signs and Sticks Out His Tongue in the Street

Under the weight of so many humiliations.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like an ox.

As expected of Tang San's teacher, he too had Down syndrome now.

But he knew that Wang Changsheng was the culprit.

If not for Wang Changsheng, how could there have been so much ridicule and mockery?

"Wang Changsheng, my Soul Power may be low, but let me tell you this."

"There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters."

"It's not impossible for me to destroy the Divine Realm. Even if it's like fishing a needle out of the sea, there's still a chance."

He had meant to explain himself, but he only made Wang Changsheng laugh again.

"'There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters'?"

"Gangzi, you just insulted yourself twice in one sentence, didn't you?"

Hahaha...

The crowd burst into laughter, looking at Yu Xiaogang as though he were a clown.

He was already so old, yet he had only cultivated his Soul Power to rank 29? If that wasn't trash, what was?

And he still had the nerve to boast about destroying the Divine Realm?

He was a living, breathing clown.

It was still early, anyway. Yu Xiaogang wasn't in a hurry, and neither was Wang Changsheng.

If he didn't speak up.

Yu Xiaogang could only remain under the crowd's humiliating stares.

Sure enough.

Yu Xiaogang lost his patience.

"If I do what you ask, can we leave?"

"That's right."

Squat in the street, flash peace signs with both hands, stick out his tongue, and ask passersby if he was cute?

Yu Xiaogang felt sick just thinking about it.

But if he didn't comply, he couldn't escape his predicament, and the humiliation before him would only keep piling up.

"Fine, I'll do it."

With that.

Yu Xiaogang adjusted his position.

He didn't have the strength to stand, but he could squat for a while.

To leave as soon as possible, Yu Xiaogang didn't dare waste time. He immediately squatted on the ground, flashed peace signs with both hands, and stuck out his tongue.

"Am... I cute?"

How could such a ridiculous sight not make everyone laugh their teeth out?

The passersby watching clutched their bellies with laughter.

But just then.

Wang Changsheng corrected him.

"You got the line wrong."

"It's not 'Am I cute?' It's 'Am I cute, Gangzi?' And you have to ask in a very gentle voice."

Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage.

"You're deliberately messing with me, aren't you? What's the difference between the two?"

Wang Changsheng ignored him.

There really was no difference.

But the system task had strict requirements.

If even one word of the line was wrong, the sign-in would fail.

His invincible attributes were at stake. How could he treat it as child's play?

"Gangzi, what are you barking at me for?"

"I told you from the start, you can't make any mistakes with the actions or the lines, or you start over. You can refuse, and I'll just kill all of you. It's such a simple choice, so why can't you get it right?"

Yu Xiaogang really wanted to die and be done with it all.

But he wasn't alone. There were also Flender, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the other students.

He still had too many attachments and pursuits. Even if he wanted to die, he couldn't.

Yu Xiaogang fell silent for a while. He wasn't refusing silently; he was rehearsing Wang Changsheng's unreasonable demands in his mind, for fear that he would make another mistake and have to start over.

A while passed.

Yu Xiaogang suppressed all the rage deep in his heart and forced a relaxed expression onto his face.

He squatted on the ground.

Flashed peace signs with both hands.

Stuck out his tongue.

And asked the passersby in a gentle voice.

"Am I cute, Gangzi?"

Yu Xiaogang's coquettish act instantly whipped up a huge uproar, nearly throwing out the backs of everyone present.

"Cute, cute, so cute."

"You middle-aged uncle called Gangzi, your outfit looks disgusting, but with that skirt setting you off, you're actually rather attractive. I wonder if Grandmaster has time tonight?"

The watching passersby couldn't help talking among themselves.

"Brother, you're such a pervert. Why didn't you invite me along?"

Wang Changsheng watched with great relish while seizing the moment to silently recite in his heart.

System.

Begin sign-in.

[**Ding...**]

[Sign-In System checking...]

[Congratulations, host. Sign-in successful. You will be invincible tomorrow.]

Wang Changsheng breathed a long sigh of relief inwardly.

His strength might exceed the strongest person in the plane by an entire major realm.

But if anything went wrong with the sign-in location, actions, or lines, he would surely die the next day.

Take just now, for example.

If Yu Xiaogang and the others had all chosen to die and refused to cooperate, then after midnight tonight, he would have become an ordinary person without Soul Power. Once Shrek noticed, all that awaited him would be an endless stream of frenzied revenge.

He seemed invincible and enjoyed great glory.

But in truth, he bore far, far too many hardships.

Life was hard.

Too hard.

"Let's go."

Yu Xiaogang quickly took off the pink skirt and changed back into his black cloth clothes.

Flender also came over, trembling, and helped Yu Xiaogang to his feet.

The Shrek women, who had not been attacked, stepped forward to help the men up, preparing to leave.

"Gangzi, where are you all going?" Wang Changsheng asked.

Yu Xiaogang would never be able to get over the humiliation he had suffered today for the rest of his life.

Wearing a skirt, flashing peace signs with both hands, and sticking out his tongue.

It was as though he had been nailed to a pillar of shame.

Was this bastard still unwilling to let it go?

Finally.

Yu Xiaogang gave voice to his grief and rage, spraying spittle as he shouted.

"Are you ever going to stop? What more do you want?"

Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback.

"I was just asking. Look how scared you are."

Yu Xiaogang's dignity had long since been humiliated beyond recognition.

He snorted coldly, then turned and left with the others.

Once they were out of Wang Changsheng's sight.

The anger weighing on everyone's hearts erupted at once.

"I was nearly burned to death by that bastard's sunlight today."

Ma Hongjun's complaint immediately drew agreement from Dai Mubai.

"What kind of bullshit deity is he? All he knows is how to bully people. That just shows he's no good."

"It's my first time meeting a deity, and I never expected him to be even more overbearing and tyrannical than us Soul Masters."

Whenever anyone ran into a question about Soul Master knowledge.

That man would step forward.

Grandmaster.

Yu Xiaogang.

Even though his body was in terrible pain, he still gritted his teeth and offered guidance.

"That's not surprising."

"Soul Masters are people who revere martial strength above all else, and deities, too, cultivate from Soul Masters. With the terrifying power of a deity to rely on, their tempers naturally won't be all that good. Especially Soul Masters who have suffered grievances: once such a person becomes a god, they'll only take revenge with even greater intensity. That's human nature."

Ma Hongjun nodded in agreement.

"You're absolutely right, Grandmaster, but..."

Ma Hongjun hemmed and hawed, but in the end he voiced the same thought everyone else had.

"To tell the truth, I've never suffered such humiliation before. I didn't even have the ability to fight back. That Wang Changsheng's Soul Power was actually as high as rank 160! Rank 160! Normally, we're already awestruck when we meet a Titled Douluo, let alone a rank 160 deity. Grandmaster, when in the world will we be able to avenge ourselves and wipe away this humiliation?"

The other students said nothing, but their faces showed similar grievances.

Even Ning Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's young lady, who was usually arrogant and overbearing and liked to bring up her rank 96 Grandpa Sword at the slightest opportunity, didn't dare say another word. She was so well-behaved that it was surprising.

Yu Xiaogang understood.

The students' Dao hearts had shattered.

This was a serious problem.

If he couldn't come up with a way to deal with it, the students wouldn't even be in the mood to cultivate anymore.

How would he prove the strength of himself as a Grandmaster then?

Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang was accustomed to talking at length, and some things came readily to his lips.

"Have you forgotten my teachings?"

"There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters."