The final year at Nuoding Primary School, Yang Pingan’s sixth grade, was like any other year, with nothing special happening.
Besides cultivation and training, nothing else in Yang Pingan’s eyes seemed to change.
Of course, there was a small interlude: the change in the Purple Gold Mastiff itself.
After the Purple Gold Mastiff grew larger, Yang Pingan, as was his custom, placed the Purple Gold Mastiff on an empty forging table while he busied himself with forging.
For some reason, the news reached Yu Xiaogang’s ears, causing him a great shock.
Normally, both individuals would have the same Spirit, but Yang Pingan’s Purple Gold Mastiff, after absorbing its first spirit ring, underwent a significant change.
This meant that Yang Pingan’s Purple Gold Mastiff was now stronger than Yu Xiaogang’s Luo San Pao.
For Yu Xiaogang, who had studied Spirits his entire life, this was like a bolt from the blue.
It was the first time he had heard that the Luo San Pao Spirit could change in such a way.
This morning, Yang Pingan was called to the principal’s office.
Inside were still Dean Wu, Director Su, and Yu Xiaogang.
From the looks of it, the three had already had a debate, and surprisingly, Tang San was also standing behind Yu Xiaogang.
After Yang Pingan entered the principal’s office, he simply bowed in greeting, then asked with a puzzled expression, “Principal Wu, why have you called for me?”
Principal Wu seemed a bit embarrassed by the question.
He looked as if he had just been angry, but he eventually smiled and said, “Classmate Yang Ping’an, this Grandmaster heard that your Spirit has changed. He is concerned that this change might be a negative mutation, so he has some questions for you.”
Yang Pingan looked at Yu Xiaogang with some confusion.
“Grandmaster, may I ask what you need from me?”
Yu Xiaogang’s demeanor was rather anxious at this moment.
“Classmate Yang Ping’an, could you let me see your Spirit? My Spirit is also Luo San Pao, but I heard that your Spirit has undergone changes, so I want to study it.”
Yang Pingan’s face darkened upon hearing this, disregarding Director Su and Dean Wu next to him.
“Grandmaster, although I respectfully call you Grandmaster, a Spirit is every Spirit Master’s secret. Casually suggesting to study someone else’s Spirit is very impolite and a taboo in the Spirit Master’s world.”
Director Su and Dean Wu’s faces darkened upon hearing this.
Just as Yang Pingan said, such a thing was indeed very impolite, especially as it could involve the individual’s privacy.
Yu Xiaogang’s face also showed a hint of embarrassment.
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It was Tang San, behind him, who suddenly spoke up.
“This classmate, my teacher is an expert in Spirit research. If you have his guidance, it will definitely have a great effect on your future cultivation.”
Yang Pingan sneered inwardly, “These two, master and disciple, are quite interesting. One is mysteriously confident, the other mysteriously worshipful. They are truly a match made in heaven.”
Yang Pingan finally shook his head.
“This classmate, I’m really sorry, but I don’t like others studying my Spirit, and I have my own plans for cultivation. I don’t need guidance from others for now.”
Tang San seemed surprised that Yang Pingan would refuse his teacher’s guidance.
“My teacher is a famous Grandmaster in the Spirit Master’s world. It is through his guidance that I became strong. Don’t you want to become even stronger? Don’t you want your future development to be better?”
Yang Pingan smiled slightly.
“This classmate, I think I’ve made myself very clear. I’d like to ask you, would you let other unrelated people study your Spirit?”
Tang San was momentarily stunned by this question, unsure how to answer.
His own Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer Spirits were top secrets; how could he let strangers study them?
Yu Xiaogang seemed a bit unwilling to give up.
“Classmate Yang Ping’an, could you tell me what Spirit Beast your first spirit ring came from?”
Yang Pingan looked at the four people around him, thought for a moment, and then calmly replied, “A mysterious gold turtle. Its age should be over two hundred years. I can’t say anything else.”
Yu Xiaogang’s face instantly changed dramatically.
“A mysterious gold turtle? Could it be a Mysterious Gold Nether Armor Turtle? Classmate Yang, why did you choose a turtle as your first spirit ring?”
“It was just luck. Back in the Soul Hunting Forest, I searched alone for a long time and finally found a heavily injured mysterious gold turtle. I thought it was very good, so I used it for my first spirit ring.”
Yang Pingan’s face was devoid of expression, but anyone with an eye could see his indifference towards Yu Xiaogang.
Tang San, however, frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with Yang Pingan’s attitude.
Yu Xiaogang quickly asked again, “Classmate Yang, could you tell me what your first Spirit Ability is?”
However, upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed, especially Principal Wu’s face, which turned pale.
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Yang Pingan also ignored Yu Xiaogang.
“Principal Wu, Director Su, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to study.”
But Yu Xiaogang seemed very unwilling, his face unusually anxious.
“Classmate Yang, is your first Spirit Ability ‘farting’?”
“No.”
After Yang Pingan uttered these two words, he left the principal’s office without hesitation, not caring about anyone else’s expressions.
Yu Xiaogang, however, seemed to have suffered a tremendous blow, his face even a little frantic.
“How is this possible? Why isn’t his Spirit Ability ‘farting’? Why?”
Principal Wu and Director Su, seeing Yu Xiaogang’s expression, didn’t know how to comfort him.
It was Tang San, next to him, who quickly comforted him, “Teacher, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with his Spirit Ability?”
Yu Xiaogang ignored Tang San’s words, merely returning to his Dormitory and quickly flipping through various books, his mouth even muttering incessantly, “Why isn’t his Spirit Ability ‘farting’?”
After Yang Pingan left the principal’s office, he sneered.
“This Yu Xiaogang is quite interesting. With his limited Spirit Master knowledge, how can he be called a Grandmaster?”
In the time that followed, Yang Pingan no longer paid attention to Yu Xiaogang and his group, focusing solely on his own training and studies.
Yu Xiaogang, however, was a bit like a lingering ghost, finding Yang Pingan several times, seemingly still wanting to inquire about the secrets of the Purple Gold Mastiff’s Spirit Ability.
But Yang Pingan politely refused him every time.
As long as he came to ask, Yang Pingan would feign ignorance, after all, there were too many inexplicable things in the Spirit Master’s world.
Yu Xiaogang appeared unusually despondent, even a bit disheveled with a beard, his eyes filled with confusion.
But all of this had nothing to do with Yang Pingan.
As long as he didn’t reveal the key points, Yu Xiaogang’s personality and limited ability would only lead to torment.
It could even be considered as collecting a bit of interest on his revenge in advance.
For a Spirit Master who specializes in studying Spirits, especially one who claims to be a renowned Grandmaster in the Spirit Master’s world, if he can’t even thoroughly understand the matters of his own Spirit, wouldn’t that be the greatest torment?