Yang Yuan said indifferently, "Grandmaster, forget about me. For me, it's the same no matter which class I stay in. Even if I really went to Class Four, what could you possibly teach me?"
Yu Xiaogang was speechless. He couldn't exactly have Yang Yuan, a Spirit Emperor, follow Tang San and the others in weight-bearing runs, could he?
He grew anxious.
The reason he wanted to be the homeroom teacher of Heaven Dou Class One was for Yang Yuan.
As for the others, except for a few, he didn't care for any of them.
If Yang Yuan didn't go to Class Four with him, how could he take Yang Yuan as his Disciple?
"Yang Yuan, aren't you interested in Spirit Master theory? I can teach you that too."
"Or, you don't even have to come to Class Four. As long as you are willing to become my Disciple, I am willing to pass on everything I have learned in my life to you."
In an instant, the air suddenly froze, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the training ground.
Everyone was shocked by this Heaven-Defying statement and slowly turned their heads to look at Yu Xiaogang.
Not just the people from Heaven Dou Class One, but even the Shrek Seven Devils, Qin Ming, Flender, and others were shocked.
"Hahaha, Xiaogang, look at you, talking nonsense again!"
Flender stepped forward and slapped a large hand on Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, trying to break the atmosphere and snap Yu Xiaogang back to his senses.
But Yu Xiaogang frowned and slapped his hand away.
"Flender, I am not talking nonsense. I am more sober than ever."
After saying that, he looked at Yang Yuan with a confident expression and burning eyes, speaking his most confident words.
"Yang Yuan, how about it? Are you willing to take me as your master?"
"You have the world's top talent, and I have the continent's strongest theory. I am confident I can cultivate you into a Titled Douluo within twenty years."
"At that time, you will be the continent's youngest Titled Douluo!"
Before his voice could fade, a sharp scolding suddenly rang out.
"I think you've lost your mind. A mere level twenty-nine Spirit Grandmaster actually dares to dream of taking a twelve-year-old Spirit Emperor as a Disciple?"
Dugu Yan stepped forward, her Phoenix eyes full of authority, her whole body emitting a dangerous aura.
The people of Heaven Dou Class One were originally prepared to leave, but because of Yu Xiaogang's words, they all stopped and began to hurl insults.
"Sister Yanzi is right. A damn level twenty-nine trash, and he thinks he's worthy of being our Class Leader's teacher?"
"Pure fantasy. I think he's gone crazy wanting to take a Disciple, to say something so absurd."
...The Shrek Seven Devils had varying expressions, but whether it was Dai Mubai, Meng Yiran, or Zhu Zhuqing...
All three of their Faces were filled with disdain for Yu Xiaogang.
Although the three of them admitted that Yu Xiaogang's training had indeed been somewhat effective...
It was only to that extent; there was nothing particularly outstanding.
Things like physical training and medicinal baths—who wouldn't know how to do such simple training?
If it weren't for the sake of Tang San and Flender, why would they truly respect Yu Xiaogang?
At the end of the day, Yu Xiaogang was just a nearly fifty-year-old level twenty-nine Spirit Grandmaster.
But what about Yang Yuan?
Even Dai Mubai, who was very unhappy with Yang Yuan, had to admit that he was a Prodigy who surpassed the ancients.
For people like them, becoming a Titled Douluo might be their endpoint.
But for Yang Yuan's talent, becoming a Titled Douluo was merely a new starting point.
Although Dai Mubai was arrogant, if conditions allowed, he would definitely try every possible way to suck up to Yang Yuan.
As long as he could befriend Yang Yuan and lay low for another ten or twenty years, what would he have to fear from Dai Weisi?
It was precisely because they knew the weight of Yang Yuan's talent that the three of them—Dai Mubai, Meng Yiran, and Zhu Zhuqing—sneered at Yu Xiaogang's words.
Yu Xiaogang ignored the gazes of others and looked at Yang Yuan with burning eyes.
"Don't you always praise my theories?"
"Come and be my Disciple!"
Yu Xiaogang's words made Yang Yuan's mouth twitch. He wanted to watch the fun of Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, but he didn't want to become the joke himself.
Yang Yuan shook his head.
"Grandmaster, oh Grandmaster. I call you 'Grandmaster,' but you didn't actually believe it, did you?"
"You..."
"What do you mean by this?" Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
"Exactly what it means on the surface!" Yang Yuan grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth.
"No, impossible!"
"You must be talking nonsense. You clearly praised my theories." Yu Xiaogang's Face changed drastically, completely unable to believe what Yang Yuan was saying now.
Then, as if he had found some evidence, a look of excitement flashed across his Face.
"And... and when Little San's Blue Silver Grass was given a poison-attribute spirit ring, didn't you say that only a Genius like me could have come up with that?"
As he finished, the expression on Yu Xiaogang's Face became even more excited, even containing a bit of smugness, as if saying,'See, you said yourself that I am a Genius.'
But under his smug gaze, Yang Yuan said lightly...
"So a casual remark of mine actually gave you the illusion that I praise your theories."
"That was my mistake!"
"A... casual remark?" Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang didn't believe it at all and screamed in a shrill voice.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Were you also talking nonsense back at Nuoding Academy?"
"You clearly also felt that Blue Silver Grass should absorb poison-attribute spirit rings."
"Xiaogang, calm down!" Seeing Yu Xiaogang's loss of composure, Flender stepped forward to advise him.
"Leave me alone, I am incredibly calm right now!" Yu Xiaogang pushed Flender away, his gaze still fixed on Yang Yuan.
"You mean that..." Seeing Yu Xiaogang's almost obsessed expression, Yang Yuan looked relaxed and spread his hands.
"I was just saying that casually back then. I just wanted to see what would happen if Blue Silver Grass was fully loaded with poison-attribute spirit rings."
While speaking, Yang Yuan took a moment to look at Tang San with an encouraging expression.
Even at this time, he didn't forget to continue digging a hole for Tang San.
"Facts have proven that Blue Silver Grass can indeed take poison-attribute spirit rings."
"However, Tang San, I feel like your current Blue Silver Grass still isn't poisonous enough. You need to keep working hard."
Tang San narrowed his eyes. Although Yang Yuan's tone was kind, he felt a mysterious chill, sensing that Yang Yuan had ill intentions, but he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.
Because, on the surface, Yang Yuan did seem to be looking out for him.
Then Yang Yuan brought the topic back to Yu Xiaogang.
"Of course, this doesn't mean I recognize your theories."
"I've seen your 'ten core competencies of spirits.' Setting aside those plagiarized points, even your own views are full of loopholes."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's Face changed, and he opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to argue.
But before he could speak, Yang Yuan's voice continued.
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like an awl.
It not only pierced clearly and coldly into the eardrums of everyone present but also punctured the crumbling 'Grandmaster' facade that Yu Xiaogang had maintained for years.
"Don't question what I say. I have a photographic memory. In these six years, I have read a total of 111,346 books."
Yang Yuan paused, his Double Pupils staring emotionlessly at Yu Xiaogang, whose Face was beginning to turn pale.
"Even in your 'ten core competencies of spirits,' I can tell you exactly which arguments were plagiarized from page 37 of the 'Ancient Spirit Beast Illustrated Compendium,' which data was stolen from Volume 9 of 'Elementary Understanding of Spirit Power Circulation,' and which discourse was copied from the final chapter of the 'Heaven Dou Thirty-Year Thesis Collection.'"
Plagiarism, stolen, exactly... these words were like the most vicious curses, exploding in Yu Xiaogang's mind.
The bit of feigned composure and the dignity of a theoretical master on his Face collapsed instantly under Yang Yuan's precise accusations, right down to the page numbers.
The color drained completely from his Face, replaced by a deathly ashen pallor.
He felt as if the ground beneath his feet had disappeared. His legs went weak, and he stumbled back uncontrollably, nearly collapsing on the spot.
Dammit!
Instead of being a GeniusSpirit Master, Yang Yuan, with such talent, actually went to study those boring theoretical knowledge.
Isn't he a psycho?!
Yu Xiaogang struggled to turn his stiff neck. Everywhere he looked, he only saw countless shocked, contemptuous, realizing, and disgusted gazes.
These gazes were like countless red-hot needles, piercing him everywhere.
"So, the so-called Grandmaster is just a 'tailor'?"
"Ha! Plagiarized things, and he dares to use them to swindle people?"
"I knew it. How powerful could a 'theoretical master' be if he can't even break through level thirty in his entire life?"
"Plagiarizing dog! Trash!"
"Pah! Such trash dares to be the teacher for our Heaven Dou Class One."
The fragmented discussions quickly gathered into a clear wave of mockery, surging from all directions. Every word was like a resounding slap, fiercely hitting Yu Xiaogang's Face and heart.
The mental dam he had barely built over the years amidst cold eyes and doubts was powerless against these ironclad facts and naked humiliation.
"No, it's not like that. I was... drawing inspiration, summarizing..."
His lips trembled as he tried to voice a defense, but it was so weak he couldn't even hear it himself.
Under the assault of extreme anger and anxiety, an uncontrollable metallic sweetness suddenly surged up his throat.
"Pfft—!"
A mouthful of bright red blood sprayed from his mouth without warning, splattering in spots on the ground in front of him, a shocking sight.
His vision went dark, and the last thing he saw was Yang Yuan's indifferent smile.
Then, his body went limp, his consciousness sank completely into the endless darkness, and he fell straight back.
Yang Yuan looked at this scene and raised an eyebrow.
Yu Xiaogang couldn't even handle this?
With such fragile psychological resilience, how can he be a 'Grandmaster'?
(End of Chapter)
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