bookpower Chapter 58 The Utterly Hypocritical Yu Xiaogang
Chapter 58 The Utterly Hypocritical Yu Xiaogang
Chapter 58 The Utterly Hypocritical Yu Xiaogang
"Teacher, I know I was wrong." Tang San lowered his head slightly.
"Mistress, remember this: no matter what, the most important person is always yourself. You have a long road ahead of you, responsibilities on your shoulders, and the weight of all my hopes and dreams... How can you risk your life for a woman?"
The master's tone softened slightly, but it remained extremely serious. He had his back to Tang San, and his voice was deep and carried a hint of disappointment.
"Women? There are plenty in this world! If you become a Title Douluo in the future, what kind of woman won't you have? You're still young. In the future, you will stand at the pinnacle of this continent. At that time, what kind of love, what kind of beauty, won't you have it all at your fingertips?"
"So, you can't do that again. No matter who it is for, you can't treat life so lightly, do you hear me?"
"Otherwise, how can you repay your father's kindness in raising you and my guidance?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San lowered his head. He wanted to retort, but ultimately he didn't say anything.
He wanted to tell the master that his Xiao Wu was different; she was the most important person in his heart, the only one he could never give up.
"I understand, teacher. I won't do it again." After a moment of silence, Tang San nodded.
The master smiled slightly, quite satisfied with his obedient disciple, and said, "Let's go, Little San, let's go to the open space on the playground and see to what extent your third spirit ring has evolved after being attached with the poisonous human-faced spider."
"Okay." Tang San nodded again, got up and walked towards the playground.
The morning sun shone on the open grass, and the air was filled with a faint dampness.
Tang San took a deep breath, stood in the center of the arena, and waited for the master's instructions.
"Teacher, I'm ready," Tang San said softly.
The master nodded and said, "Little San, release your martial soul, Blue Silver Grass."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San raised his right hand. With a surge of soul power, the Blue Silver Grass with slightly purple leaves swept out. At the same time, three soul rings, one yellow and one purple, spiraled up from beneath his feet.
Grandmaster looked at the deep purple thousand-year soul ring on Tang San's body, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Little San, try your Entangling skill on that big tree ahead."
"it is good."
Nodding, Tang San focused his mind and controlled the Blue Silver Grass to shoot out like a serpent.
In an instant, it tightly wrapped around a thick, large tree several meters away.
Just as the blue silver grass clung to the tree trunk.
wisps of black smoke immediately rose from the point of contact with the tree trunk, followed by a hissing sound. The area that was wrapped around the trunk turned charred black, and the sound of the trunk rapidly corroding could be faintly heard.
Upon seeing this, the master's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Good! Little San, did you see that? Your Blue Silver Grass not only has stronger control, but it also comes with potent poison and strong corrosiveness! This destructive power far surpasses anything before!"
"If you had listened to that little bastard Tang Chuan's advice and added some kind of life-attribute spirit ring, do you think it would have this kind of power now?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San was slightly taken aback, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Teacher, you're right. You do indeed have a deeper understanding of martial spirits."
"That's for sure. I've been studying martial spirit theory for decades, and I'm not comparable to those little brats who think they know everything after reading a few books." Hearing this, the master smiled with satisfaction, his eyes full of pride and arrogance.
Just then, a familiar and loud laugh came from afar.
"Hey, Xiao San, Xiao Gang, good morning!"
As the words fell, a burly figure walked over from the edge of the playground. It was none other than Flander, the four-eyed cat owl, the dean of Shrek Academy.
"Good morning, Dean!"
Tang San immediately stopped what he was doing, turned around to look at the person who had come, and said respectfully.
Flander waved his hand, a warm smile on his face, but his gaze passed over Tang San and landed on Grandmaster beside him. He waved his hand and said:
"Little San, your teacher and I have something to discuss. You should continue your cultivation."
"Yes." Hearing this, Tang San was a little confused, but he still nodded obediently, said nothing more, turned around and left silently, heading to the other side of the playground.
After a while.
Only the master and Flander remained on the playground, and the atmosphere seemed to become somewhat subtle.
"You called me, is there something you need?" The master glanced at Flander indifferently and spoke first.
Flanders did not answer immediately, but slowly walked up to the master, his expression no longer playful, his tone revealing a hint of seriousness and expectation:
"Xiao Gang, you're not coming here just to stay a few days again, are you?"
He paused here, his tone becoming increasingly sincere:
"As you've seen, Shrek Academy needs you to grow. How long can we old bones hold on? You are the core of this academy's future."
"Me?" The master paused slightly, his brows furrowing as he said in a low voice, "I came here this time and I really don't intend to leave. However, the reason I'm staying here is entirely because of Xiao San."
Upon hearing this, Flander reached out and patted the master's shoulder heavily, laughing heartily as he said:
"That's wonderful! If you really stay, my brother and I can finally be together again. It's been over twenty years, it's just a pity... that Erlong is no longer here."
The words had barely left his mouth when the master's previously calm face abruptly changed, his expression instantly turning ashen. He roared angrily, "Flander! How many times have I told you not to mention her in front of me! Are you ignoring what I said?"
"If you mention it again, I'm leaving Shrek immediately!"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, Xiaogang, I won't say it again, I won't say it again." Flander quickly waved his hands and explained repeatedly:
"Don't be angry, it's not easy for us brothers to get together."
The master's face remained ashen, but in the end he simply took a deep breath, turned away, and refused to look at him again.
Seeing this, Flander quickly changed the subject, glanced in the direction of Tang San on the playground, and chuckled, "But seriously, Xiao Gang, I really have to congratulate you this time."
"You've taken on an extraordinary disciple! Twin martial souls—such talent is rare even across the entire continent, appearing only once every hundred years. How old is he? His third spirit ring has already broken the limits of a spirit master, and he's even obtained an external spirit bone!"
"If Xiao San's path goes smoothly, he will surely shake the entire continent in the future. When he stands at the pinnacle of the continent, who will still be able to question your Martial Soul theory? Heh, at that time, those old guys in your sect who looked down on you back then probably won't even dare to say a word."
Upon hearing this, the master lowered his head slightly and said in a calm tone, "These are all the results that the mistress achieved through her own efforts. I only provided some insignificant help."
Even so, a hint of undisguised pride surfaced between his brows.
In his opinion, without his guidance and planning, how could Tang San have progressed so smoothly on the path of a Soul Master?
Without Yu Xiaogang, Tang San would be a useless Soul Master.
What's the point of cultivating a martial soul like Blue Silver Grass?
"Haha." Flander naturally sensed the smugness hidden in the master's words, and couldn't help but laugh. He then patted the master on the shoulder and said:
"Xiao Gang, you're being too modest. Putting everything else aside, the fact that Chong Xiao San's first martial soul is Blue Silver Grass and he's been able to cultivate to this level is entirely thanks to you. Without your martial soul theory system supporting him, he would have become a useless piece of trash long ago."
"Who in this world would dare to take on a disciple whose martial soul is Blue Silver Grass? Who would dare to guide the cultivation of such a useless martial soul? Apart from you, I'm afraid you can't find a second person on the entire continent."
The master's lips curled into a slight smile, and his voice unusually lighthearted: "Since you've said that, if I continue to be humble, it would seem rather hypocritical."
He slowly turned around, looking in the direction where Tang San was, his tone revealing an undisguised sense of pride and smugness: "That's right, the fact that Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass has been cultivated to this level is indeed all thanks to me. If I hadn't designed his cultivation path and soul ring absorption route early on, he probably would have been misled and driven to the brink of death, becoming a cripple."
"I want to wait ten or twenty years until Xiao San reaches the pinnacle of the continent. Then, I will let the whole world know that I, Yu Xiaogang, have nurtured a piece of trash into a Title Douluo!"
Just as the master was imagining the future.
Tang San had finished his morning training and then set off from Shrek Academy. He was going to the Spirit Hall in Soto City to collect his Spirit Master subsidies for the past few months.
However, Tang San was unaware that the people from the Spirit Hall were also waiting for him to appear!
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