"Martial Soul Theory Master?"
"Just a fraud trading on false reputation, yet he dares to presumptuously call himself a 'Master'. Truly, the world's morals are declining, and people's hearts are no longer pure."
"Spouting nonsense! How dare someone like you question my Martial Soul theories!"
Having his scar publicly exposed, Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot, he panted like an ox, and his voice grew noticeably louder.
The more he acted like this, the more it revealed his lack of confidence.
The person confronting Yu Xiaogang was a handsome young man with a cold, stern expression, looking at the Yu Xiaogang before him with undisguised sarcasm.
"Is that so? Then explain this to me: your soul power barely reaches the 29th rank, and your Martial Soul is nothing but a pig, likely incapable of even handling a hundred-year soul beast. So how exactly did you research and develop these theories?"
The young man's name was Lin Mu. Sixteen years ago, he was unexpectedly sent to this world by a truck.
Ever since his Martial Soul awakened, Lin Mu had trained diligently.
Before possessing sufficient strength, lying low and developing steadily was the true path to kingship.
Until today. Lin Mu happened to be passing by Nuoding Academy and coincidentally bumped into Tang San, who was preparing to enroll.
And at precisely this moment, the cheat he had waited sixteen years for finally arrived.
It wasn't flashy or elaborate—just a simple panel.
[Main Mission: Take Tang San as your disciple. Remold his worldview. The greater the contrast, the richer the rewards. Completion: 0%.]
It was precisely because of this mission that Lin Mu was here to expose Yu Xiaogang's true colors.
To be fair, Yu Xiaogang, though he called himself a Master, was actually just a swindler who deceived and cheated.
Although Tang San was a transmigrator, his previous life wasn't on Earth but as an outer disciple of the Tang Sect. Lacking social experience, he couldn't even distinguish a fraud.
As for Tang San's character, what good could possibly be taught by a sect like the Tang Sect?
Coupled with the influence of Yu Xiaogang and Shrek Academy, it would be strange if his worldview turned out normal.
"A mere brat. I disdain to debate with you."
Yu Xiaogang took several deep breaths, forcibly calming himself, his eyes filled with contempt.
He then turned to Tang San and said, "Xiao San, don't listen to his nonsense. This fellow is just jealous of my talent."
Hearing this, a flicker of hesitation passed through Tang San's eyes. He asked, "Master, is your Martial Soul truly a pig?"
Yu Xiaogang's breath hitched, his face rapidly flushed crimson, and his entire body stiffened on the spot.
For a moment, he didn't know how to refute.
This matter had always been a thorn in his heart.
As a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his innate soul power was only half a level, and his Martial Soul was an ugly pig.
Because his talent was too poor, he suffered countless looks of disdain and contempt within the clan.
Precisely because of this, he secretly swore that until he proved his capabilities, he would have absolutely nothing to do with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
It was laughable, really. A so-called grand Martial Soul Theory Master, yet he hadn't even properly researched his own Martial Soul.
If Luo Sanpao had been given dragon-type spirit rings, there might have been a chance to elevate the bloodline of the Golden Holy Dragon.
At the very least, it wouldn't have resulted in two fart-based spirit skills.
Of course, the key issue was still Yu Xiaogang's talent being too poor, unable to support the complete awakening of the Golden Holy Dragon.
There are no useless Martial Souls, only a useless Yu Xiaogang.
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to explain, Lin Mu spoke first: "What's the matter, Master? Are you too embarrassed to even talk about your own Martial Soul?"
"You—you're talking nonsense!"
Opening his mouth, Yu Xiaogang could find no point of rebuttal and could only angrily curse.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang react this way, even someone as naive as Tang San began to sense this person might be unreliable.
As a soul master, to actually feel ashamed of one's own Martial Soul...
Moreover, this "Master" clearly only possessed 29th-rank soul power, utterly lacking the capability to research numerous soul beasts.
Most likely, all this soul beast data was stolen by him, yet he publicly claimed it as his own research achievement.
Truly despicable.
In Tang San's eyes, he and Yu Xiaogang were not the same kind of people.
He stole the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record out of sheer necessity, and before jumping off the cliff, he returned the techniques and hidden weapons to the Tang Sect.
"Nonsense?"
Lin Mu sneered, showing Yu Xiaogang no mercy. "In that regard, you're far more skilled than I am. A fool paired with a pig, quite the perfect match."
Being insulted so directly to his face, Yu Xiaogang's chest heaved with rage, his eyes reddened, he panted like an ox, and he wished he could teach this bastard a lesson.
If it weren't for this guy butting in, Tang San becoming his disciple would have been a certainty.
"Hmph! His Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. I am the only one in the entire continent who can teach him how to cultivate it. Otherwise, it's just a useless Martial Soul."
Saying this, Yu Xiaogang put on an arrogant expression that didn't seem feigned at all.
Indeed, one must first deceive oneself before deceiving others.
"Pfft—"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's statement, Lin Mu finally couldn't hold back a laugh.
The mocking sound made Yu Xiaogang's face flush red like liver.
"What are you laughing at? Someone as ignorant as you couldn't possibly understand much about the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
Clenching his fists tightly, Yu Xiaogang spoke with indignation.
"How much I understand about the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul isn't important. But I know that if he becomes your disciple, the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul will definitely be ruined. Because with your capabilities, you'd most likely choose a ten-year Bamboo for his spirit ring."
Lin Mu said coldly.
If, in the original story, they hadn't encountered the Mandala Snake, Yu Xiaogang would have had to resort to his backup plan: having Tang San absorb a ten-year Bamboo type spirit ring.
With this level of skill, he still has the nerve to call himself a Master.
If Tang San hadn't hidden his true strength, both of them would have been devoured by the Mandala Snake long ago.
Furthermore, the Mandala Snake's spirit ring wasn't actually compatible with Blue Silver Grass, but Yu Xiaogang didn't think so and directly had Tang San absorb it.
There's another possibility: this was entirely intentional on Yu Xiaogang's part, since they couldn't find any other suitable spirit ring at the time.
Might as well try a desperate remedy on a hopeless case.
And the result? The powerful venom that nearly sent Yu Xiaogang to his death, after being absorbed by Tang San, only provided a paralyzing effect.
The Mandala Snake's venom conflicted with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, utterly incapable of utilizing the venom's properties.
One is poison-attribute, the other life-attribute—completely contradictory.
With such a terrible teacher, it's no wonder Tang San's attitude towards Yu Xiaogang changed later on.
"You—"
Yu Xiaogang started to speak but stopped, wanting to refute yet finding nothing to say.
Because in his view, bamboo was indeed relatively suitable for Blue Silver Grass, and with his strength, there was no need to worry about danger.
At this moment, a flicker passed through Tang San's eyes; he could already discern whom to believe.
This old fool actually dared to deceive him, even planning to have him absorb a ten-year spirit ring... He has already invited death upon himself.
Seeing the situation, Yu Xiaogang decisively gave up arguing with Lin Mu and turned back to Tang San: "Xiao San, don't listen to his nonsense. For a useless Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass, only I can teach you how to cultivate it."
Even now, Yu Xiaogang still didn't want to miss this chance to prove his theories.
Tang San did not respond, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes as his right hand imperceptibly moved toward his back.