Tang San stood up and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw Flander and Yu Xiaogang walking slowly towards him.
"Teacher, when did you arrive?" Tang San asked in surprise.
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, "If I hadn't come, your future would have been ruined! Little San, are you planning to add a spirit ring to your hammer spirit?"
"Teacher, I am indeed considering switching to a second spirit. I feel that my current cultivation speed is a bit slow," Tang San said calmly.
"Little San, why do you have such an idea?" Yu Xiaogang softened his tone and asked suspiciously.
In his memory, Tang San had never been an ambitious person.
"Teacher, do you remember Lu Feng? His current spirit power level is at least level thirty-five."
As he spoke, Tang San clenched his fists.
When he first met Lu Feng in Soto City, Lu Feng only said that his spirit power was level thirty-two, and Tang San believed him at the time.
But after this trip to the forest, Tang San realized just how big the gap was between him and Lu Feng.
"Lu Feng? It's him!" A flash of realization crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes. He still remembered this troublesome student with innate level five soul power.
"Level thirty-five! How is that possible?" Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, pondering to himself.
A soul master's level, besides relying on meditation and arduous training, depends solely on talent.
According to the records, the highest level recorded for someone with innate level five soul power at age thirteen was level twenty-five.
Now, Lu Feng had actually raised that record by a full ten levels!
An absurd thought flashed through Yu Xiaogang's mind, "Was my theory wrong?"
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, and a new thought rose in his mind, "Lu Feng definitely has a soul bone! And its age is definitely no less than ten thousand years!"
"Yes! That must be it!" A flash of realization crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes, and his face returned to its indifferent expression.
"Ahem." Yu Xiaogang coughed lightly, then said seriously, "Little San, have you forgotten all the cultivation principles I taught you?"
Tang San straightened up immediately upon hearing this, saying, "Be down-to-earth and avoid being overly ambitious."
Yu Xiaogang's gaze narrowed slightly. "Little San, if you switch to cultivating your second spirit now, your strength can indeed rise significantly in a short time."
"However, if you cultivate your Blue Silver Grass to level 50 before cultivating your second spirit, you will obtain nine ten-thousand-year spirit rings!"
Yu Xiaogang said calmly, "Imagine the scene then. What are the setbacks you are experiencing now?"
Hearing this, Tang San's eyes lit up, as if he had been enlightened.
"Yes, so what if I'm currently being suppressed by Lu Feng? It's not the first time anyway."
"Once I complete my second spirit cultivation, I won't even need to put Lu Feng, let alone the Pope of the Spirit Hall, in my eyes!"
"But..."
His former companion, who was inferior to him, had now surpassed him.
Tang San found this feeling somewhat unacceptable.
"Hoo,"
he took a deep breath, calming himself.
"A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. In my past life, I was able to refine the Buddha's Wrath Lotus all by myself. In this life, I will surely shine brightly in martial soul cultivation!"
Tang San nodded and smiled at Yu Xiaogang, "Teacher, thank you for your guidance, I understand."
The next day.
"Hey! Today's breakfast looks good!"
Ma Hongjun was the first to rush into the cafeteria, his mouth watering at the enticing aroma of meat.
"Are you the new chef?"
Ma Hongjun asked, looking at Yu Xiaogang wearing a chef's hat.
Yu Xiaogang picked up a large bowl, scooped two large spoonfuls from the bubbling pot of meat, and handed them to Ma Hongjun.
"Eat up. You kids are all growing, how can you withstand such a huge amount of soul power without a healthy body?"
Ma Hongjun took the bowl and muttered, "Could it be that some idiot got swindled out of a lot of money by their teacher again?"
Then, Ma Hongjun grabbed two steamed buns from the plate next to him and sat down to eat.
A little while later, the remaining boys entered the cafeteria one by one, all shocked by Flander's 'generosity'.
This simple breakfast alone would normally be enough for half a month's food expenses for the academy.
"Where are your two classmates?" Yu Xiaogang asked, looking at the four who had already finished breakfast.
He remembered Flander saying that there were two other girls in the academy, one of whom was a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"Teacher, Zhu Qing and Rongrong usually train separately. They only train with us during regular training sessions," Tang San explained.
"Nonsense!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice immediately rose several decibels upon hearing this.
"You are a team. If you can't share weal and woe, how can we entrust your backs to your teammates on the battlefield?"
"Flander is really something, he doesn't know how to discipline anyone!"
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's furious outburst, the group was stunned. They'd never seen anyone dare to berate the dean in the academy before.
At that moment, Oscar secretly tugged at Tang San's sleeve. "Little San, who is this slightly weathered-looking uncle...?"
"Little Oscar, he's my teacher, a renowned sage. All the Soul Masters on the continent respectfully call him Master," Tang San said with a smile.
"Master!" Oscar exclaimed.
"No wonder you're so powerful, Little San, especially your hidden weapons—it turns out you were taught by a Master!"
In his view, a Master who could cultivate a disciple like Tang San must be an extraordinary powerhouse.
Oscar even considered whether he should also pay homage to this Master.
He didn't aspire to learn Tang San's superb skills; he just needed some means of self-preservation.
After breakfast, the bell rang precisely on time, summoning all the students to the academy's playground.
"Alright, everyone's here. Now I have something to announce."
Flander walked to Grandmaster's side, put his arm around his shoulder, and said, "Let me formally introduce you all. This is Mr. Yu Xiaogang, who single-handedly published the 'Ten Theories of Martial Souls,' and is hailed as Grandmaster."
"He is also Tang San's teacher, and an old brother I've known for decades."
Upon hearing the name Grandmaster, a hint of doubt flashed in everyone's eyes.
"Yu Xiaogang? It's him!"
Ning Rongrong turned her gaze to Tang San, "Could the rumors be wrong that he could cultivate such an outstanding disciple as Tang San? Or is it just a case of the same name?"
At this moment, Flander said, "From today onwards, your teaching will be entirely under Grandmaster's responsibility. We other teachers will cooperate with Grandmaster. Do you have any questions?"
After he finished speaking, no one objected.
Yu Xiaogang nodded, his stiff face as always.
He looked at the six students in front of him and said calmly, "The academy only has six students, so in my eyes you are a whole. Since we are a whole, we should advance and retreat together." "
Now, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, step forward and tell me why you didn't come to the cafeteria for breakfast this morning!" Yu Xiaogang shouted sternly.
"Do you want special treatment? Or do you think your talents are so outstanding that you can look down on everyone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the playground fell silent.
Oscar stood next to Tang San and whispered, "Xiao San, it seems that your teacher is even more powerful than Dean Flander! Will Rongrong and the others be alright?"
Tang San smiled slightly and said, "My teacher is always meticulous in his work. As long as we strictly follow his instructions, there won't be any problems." Tang
San stood tall and proud, his respect for his teacher genuine.
On the other side, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun watched with expressions of anticipation. Ma Hongjun's gaze towards Yu Xiaogang held a hint of admiration.
This teacher dared to provoke the academy's little devil right from the start—he was ruthless!
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, frowning, and said, "Teacher, is there a problem with me not eating breakfast at the academy? Rongrong has a weak stomach and can't eat hard foods."
She was clever; she didn't bear the burden alone but dragged Ning Rongrong along.
Zhu Zhuqing had heard many rumors about this master.
Things like a useless half-level innate soul power,
a disgrace to the three sects, and
the Pope's rumored boyfriend.
However, in Zhu Zhuqing's opinion, since this master was a friend of the dean and enjoyed his trust, he must have some merit.
Ning Rongrong also stepped forward, saying sweetly, "Zhuqing is right, I was the one who asked her to go to Soto City to buy breakfast. Now what are you going to do?"
Looking at the two "troublemakers" before him, Yu Xiaogang smiled slightly. "Since I'm your teacher, I'll develop some targeted teaching methods." "
I'll treat everyone equally, regardless of who they are."
"Besides cooperating, I don't want to hear any dissenting opinions." As
soon as Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, Tang San straightened up and loudly declared, "Yes!"
The other boys nodded in agreement, indicating they would follow the instructions.
However, Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips and sneered, "Tch, who do you think you are? Even Flander doesn't dare to discipline me, why should I listen to your orders?" Similarly
, Zhu Zhuqing also scrutinized Yu Xiaogang.
She would naturally accept training that benefited her. However, if this person was just a useless, fame-seeking good-for-nothing as rumored,
then she could only apologize.
For a moment, the six Shrek Academy students displayed completely different attitudes.
Yu Xiaogang took in their expressions; he had already communicated with Flander, and their reactions were naturally within his expectations.
"It seems you two have doubts about my teaching?" Yu Xiaogang said with a smile.
"That's right, I admit Tang San is excellent. But that alone doesn't prove you can teach us," Ning Rongrong said arrogantly, arms crossed.
"Very well." Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, raising his voice, "Tang San, step forward."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San took a large step forward.
Yu Xiaogang pointed at Tang San and said, "Didn't you two question my teaching ability?" " Alright, let's make a bet. If the two of you can team up and last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then I won't interfere with your training anymore."
"Of course, Tang San won't use his special hidden weapons or his third soul skill," Yu Xiaogang added.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance and then nodded to each other.
(End of Chapter)