Hearing Yu Xiaogang’s words, Tang San’s expression darkened in an instant.
As a battle-hardened feudalist warrior, the concept of ruler-subject and father-son was deeply ingrained in Tang San’s heart.
Regarding his teacher Fang Yuan, Tang San already held the view that a teacher for one day is a father for life.
This strange middle-aged man before him had opened his mouth to slander his teacher’s ability—he had already chosen the path to death!
His tone was grim as he coldly spoke, “I don’t know who you are, nor do I know why you want to take me as your disciple.
But I already have a teacher.
For a disciple to curse a teacher is utterly devoid of manners.
Please leave immediately.”
These words left Yu Xiaogang stunned.
He didn’t seem to expect that the child before him would be so resolute; he had merely stated the truth, yet he was given the cold shoulder and told to leave.
Inevitably, a trace of irritation arose in his heart.
However, thinking of this child’s Twin Martial Souls being the most perfect experimental subjects to prove his theory of the Top Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls, Yu Xiaogang forcibly suppressed the irritation in his heart, his tone stiff as he said:
“You are still just a child, so you don’t know who I am.
I am the Spirit Master Cultivation Guidance Master, the proposer of the theory of the Top Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls, the universally recognized number one person in theoretical research within the Soul Master World, and a practical researcher of Mutation Martial Soul Cultivation.
“Child, if your talent is squandered by a mediocre teacher, it will be a loss for the entire Soul Master World.
Only I, a Master of Martial Soul theory, can find the most suitable Cultivation method for your unique talent.
This concerns your entire life, so you must think it over carefully.”
Hearing Yu Xiaogang spout nonsense about his beloved teacher once again, a trace of Evil Qi stained the depths of Tang San’s eyes.
He slightly raised his arm, and the sleeve arrows hidden within his robes were ready to strike.
It was just that he didn’t know what cultivation level this fellow claiming to be Master actually possessed, which was why he had forcibly endured it all this time.
However, before Tang San could make up his mind to strike, a familiar voice came from behind Yu Xiaogang.
“You say I’m a mediocre teacher?
Come on, bro, what level are you, daring to talk to me like that?”
Yu Xiaogang turned his head and saw a tall youth carrying things in both hands, standing behind him with a subtle expression on his handsome face.
“You are Tang San’s teacher?” Yu Xiaogang deduced his identity from his words and asked.
The youth was naturally none other than Fang Yuan.
Ignoring Yu Xiaogang, he walked around him and came before Tang San.
“Little San, this is the bedding I prepared for you, and inside this box is your lunch.
It’s all made from Spirit Beast meat, which will help nourish your body.”
Tang San reached out with both hands to take the things Fang Yuan handed over.
The bundle in his left hand was soft and fluffy, clearly a comfortable and warm bedding.
The food box in his right hand was heavy, exuding a mouth-watering fragrance.
Looking at the items his teacher had thoughtfully prepared for him, a sense of deep attachment and reverence inevitably welled up in Tang San’s heart.
Seeing Tang San widen his big, watery eyes and cast a clingy, somewhat gooey gaze at him, Fang Yuan clicked his tongue internally.
What on earth has Tang the God King been turned into?
Handing the things over to Tang San, Fang Yuan turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang.
Thinking about how, according to the original course of events, Gangzi should have taken Tang San as a disciple, with both parties acting out a scene of benevolent father and filial son.
Yet now he had become Tang San’s teacher, and right in front of Gangzi, he was exchanging flirtatious and sweet glances with Tang San.
Fang Yuan suddenly thought of the animal known as an ox.
“Strange, I don’t eat beef, so why would I think of an ox?”
Fang Yuan suppressed the strange thought and said to Yu Xiaogang, “I am Tang San’s teacher.
Are you trying to poach my student?”
Watching the intimate interaction between this pair of master and disciple before him, Yu Xiaogang inexplicably felt an itch on top of his head, as if he could feel the breath of a vast grassland.
His tone was somewhat serious as he calmly spoke, “Judging by your age, you must still be a student from some high-level Spirit Master academy, right?
You don’t understand what this matter implies.
Taking Tang San as a disciple on a whim without the ability to teach him well is completely messing around!
“Tang San’s talent is of vital importance.
Only in my hands can he grow enough to influence the future of the Soul Master World.
You may have heard of me.
My name is Yu Xiaogang, known as Master, a Master of Martial Soul theory and an expert in Spirit Master cultivation research.”
The youth before him looked truly rather young, so Yu Xiaogang naturally assumed that he was just a student from some academy.
Students were the easiest to fool.
As long as an adult put on a serious pose as if the matter were of grave importance, these flowers in the ivory tower would mostly back down.
However, his calculation fell flat.
Not only was Fang Yuan not scared by him, but he even knew Yu Xiaogang’s background inside and out.
“No way, you are Master?
The one who proposed ‘there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Spirit Masters’, cursing himself twice in a single sentence, and only breaking through to a Great Soul Master at the age of fifty while at rank twenty-nine?”
Originally, hearing Fang Yuan express surprise at his identity, Yu Xiaogang had slightly raised his head, feeling quite flattered.
But upon hearing Fang Yuan’s second half sentence, his eyes instantly widened.
On the other side, Fang Yuan was still outputting: “Speaking of which, Gangzi, what system of Spirit Master are you?
An attack system?
But your Martial Soul can’t beat anyone.
An agility-attack system?
Your Martial Soul is as clumsy as a pig.
A support system?
Your Soul skills better not suffocate your teammates to death.”
Under Yu Xiaogang’s increasingly livid expression, Fang Yuan came to a sudden realization: “I get it, you are a control system!
After all, whoever sees your Martial Soul has to be hard-cc’d for two seconds, right?”
“Enough!
How dare a junior utter such wild words!”
Yu Xiaogang’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like an ox.
The two of them were now standing in front of the student dormitory, and the surrounding students were curiously looking over.
Having his old secrets exposed in front of a group of children, Yu Xiaogang felt blood rushing to his head, and his whole body gradually turned red from overheating.
“You are too audacious!
Who in the Soul Master World doesn’t know the name of Master?
The Top Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls that I proposed are theories that affect the landscape of the Soul Master World!
Without my guiding theories, do you know how many Spirit Masters would misjudge the age limit when absorbing a Soul Ring, leading to their bodies bursting and dying?
My theories…”
Fang Yuan interrupted his words and asked, “What is obtained on paper is ultimately superficial; to know this matter requires personal practice.
Gangzi, you only have hundred-year Soul Rings, so how did you research the absorption limit of thousand-year Soul Rings?”
Yu Xiaogang’s incessant mouth instantly stagnated.
“If I guessed correctly, there are only two possible methods you used to research the absorption limits of thousand-year and ten-thousand-year Soul Rings.
The first is that you worked behind closed doors, completely fabricating things based on a small sample and imagination.
The other possibility is that you plagiarized the research results of others.”
Hearing Fang Yuan accuse him of academic plagiarism, Yu Xiaogang’s face instantly flushed red, and the veins on his forehead popped out one by one.
He argued, “Quotations cannot be considered plagiarism!
Can a theoretical master’s actions be considered plagiarism?” Following that were some hard-to-understand words, such as destroying Spirit Hall at all costs and cultivating a god, which caused everyone to burst into laughter, filling the surroundings with a joyful atmosphere.
Tang San stood to the side, listening to the conversation between his teacher and this strange middle-aged man, and understanding dawned in his heart.
This guy is a swindler who swindles and bluffs!