Just as Xin turned to leave, a corner of his dark robe was pulled by Tang San.
Tang San slammed his head onto the ground, kowtowing:
"Teacher Xin, I know your abilities. The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, yes, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well... There must be Immortal Herbs there that can save great-grandfather. Teacher Xin, you possess all the Immortal Herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and you can even cause a drastic transformation in your disciples' physiques. You must have a way to save my great-grandfather, right?"
His voice grew more frantic with each word, as if grasping at the last thread of hope. The composure he had struggled to maintain was gone, replaced by desperation that spilled out uncontrollably.
"Tang San begs you, please, Teacher Xin, accept me as your disciple and save my great-grandfather!"
A Red Sword now rested against Tang San's forehead. Xin sighed:
"Do you know why I won't help you? And why I won't accept you."
The blade did not press down, but its presence alone was enough to halt Tang San's movement. A cold, sharp aura lingered just above his skin, a silent warning that drew a clear line between them.
Tang San looked up at Xin:
"Please, Teacher, explain. I can change. I can change anything that's not good."
There was urgency in his voice, even a hint of panic. For perhaps the first time, he was willing to bend completely, abandoning pride in exchange for acceptance.
"Because you have no gratitude in your heart and turn against those who helped you. Your teacher Yu Xiaogang, and also Xiao Wu, are both like this."
Xin's words were calm, yet they struck like a hammer.
Hearing this, Tang San trembled all over and argued:
"Teacher, how can Yu Xiaogang be like you? He misled his students, making me absorb low-year spirit rings. His strength is low, and he helped me very little. As for Xiao Wu... I always feel guilty towards her. I didn't intend to hurt her back then. If I become a student of Heart of Fire Academy, I will definitely make it up to Xiao Wu properly!"
His rebuttal came quickly, almost instinctively, as if he had long justified these thoughts within himself.
Xin merely chuckled softly:
"No, in your eyes, I am actually the same as Yu Xiaogang."
"How is that possible! The disciples you teach are all given excellent cultivation resources, allowing them to become the most outstanding Spirit Masters. And your appearance and temperament are even like an immortal. In my eyes, how could you possibly be comparable to Yu Xiaogang?!"
Tang San's voice rose, unable to accept the comparison. To him, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.
"Then let me ask you."
"When you first became his disciple, did Yu Xiaogang help you?"
"Did he help you learn Spirit Master knowledge and enter the path of a Spirit Master?"
Xin's two consecutive questions left Tang San speechless.
The words he wanted to say caught in his throat. Memories surfaced—guidance, explanations, the first steps he had taken into cultivation. Things he had long dismissed now returned with uncomfortable clarity.
"Although Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang is only a name, others can say he misled his students, but you cannot. Because your father willingly entrusted you to him to learn. When you first came into contact with Spirit Master cultivation, he indeed guided you into it."
"If I were to accept you as a disciple, one day, when you become powerful, if another better teacher appears, one who can make you even stronger and teach better than me, then what would my fate be compared to Yu Xiaogang's?"
"Would I then also be labeled as someone who misled students?"
Each sentence peeled back another layer of Tang San's reasoning, exposing contradictions he could no longer ignore.
"Secondly, how did my disciple Xiao Wu treat you, and how did you treat her?"
"Xiao Wu had long had the idea of becoming my disciple, but she didn't abandon you. Instead, she invited you multiple times to come to Heart of Fire Academy to study. She was quite loyal and righteous towards you."
"But you shot and injured her, making her disheartened. If she hadn't escaped to me in time, when you captured her back then, can you guarantee she would have been safe and sound?"
"If Xiao Wu wasn't my disciple at the time, and if Zhuqing hadn't already injured one of your legs, today, let alone becoming my disciple, if I didn't break one of your legs, it would already be the utmost benevolence!"
Xin's eyes narrowed, and the killing intent emanating from him directly sent Tang San flying.
The force was invisible, yet overwhelming. Tang San's body was thrown back violently, crashing against the cracked ground, his breath knocked out of him in an instant.
This aura was too terrifying. Even the killers who had lived in Slaughter City for many years around the Hell Slaughter Arena shivered with fear.
Silence fell once more, heavy and suffocating.
Xin stood with his back to the crowd, his figure proud: "I, Xin, accept the kneeling of my disciples and descendants, but you are not worthy of kneeling to me."
His voice was neither loud nor harsh, yet it carried an authority that no one dared to question.
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot and ferocious. What Xin said had somewhat broken him.
Not physically—but something deeper.
Until Xin's figure disappeared from the slaughter arena, Tang San completely went mad, tearing at himself:
"Am I, Tang San, really that worthless?"
"I'm not reconciled, I'm truly not reconciled!"
"Where am I inferior to them? Shui Bing'er, Shui Yueer, even that good-for-nothing Xiao Chenyu can become a disciple of Heart of Fire! Am I not stronger than them?! Why? Why???"
His voice echoed through the arena, filled with unwillingness and rage.
"Ah ah ah!!!"
The scream that followed was raw, hoarse, and filled with a desperation that no one present could ignore.
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