Chapter 42 Master Yu Xiaogang
On the surface, Yu Xiaogang remained calm and composed, having also prepared himself mentally.
After all, he already knew from Tang San's description that Ye Liuyun had definitely overdrawn his potential and was practically useless.
He was not worth worrying about and was completely incomparable to Tang San.
Looking at it now, sure enough, his complexion was noticeably worse than that of people his age.
This was what happened when you rejected him.
Despite his considerable talent, he had made himself look like a beggar.
Without systematic theoretical guidance and without perfect soul ring combinations, one inevitably went astray.
Then he looked at Tang San standing to the side.
He was neatly dressed and had a calm demeanor.
That was the power of contrast!
This was the victory of theory!
The master took a deep breath, his face regaining its stiff and rigid expression, and stood in front of Ye Liuyun with his hands behind his back.
The master's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a condescending scrutiny.
"Long time no see. Do you regret not becoming my disciple back then?"
Ye Liuyun stopped in his tracks, still chewing the blood-replenishing pill.
He raised his head slightly, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with a somewhat unfocused gaze, as if trying to recall who this man was.
Who are you?
Just two simple words.
There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, as if he were asking a stone by the roadside.
The master's prepared sermons were instantly choked up.
His facial muscles twitched, and a flash of annoyance crossed his eyes.
"I am Yu Xiaogang, the master of theory! Tang San's teacher!"
The master emphasized his words, attempting to intimidate the man with his status.
"He's also a good brother of your Dean Flander."
"Oh."
Ye Liuyun nodded, recalling the event.
Mainly, when he was at Notting Academy, he would stay by himself whenever he could cultivate.
Who had time to pay attention to an old man they didn't like and who was also slovenly?
Moreover, Yu Xiaogang freeloaded at Notting Academy but never helped the students with their classes.
They rarely met in public.
You gradually forgot about it.
He still looked uninterested.
"That level 29 Great Soul Master, ah, I remember now."
The phrase "level 29" precisely hit the master's most painful wound.
The students around him had strange expressions, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled, feeling exceptionally happy.
Because she realized that Ye Liuyun wasn't targeting her personally; he was just being mean-spirited and deliberately hurtful.
The master's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his chest heaved violently.
But he forcibly suppressed his anger in order to maintain his superior demeanor.
He snorted coldly, pointed at Ye Liuyun's weak complexion, and began his "performance".
"You have a wealth of talent, but you don't know how to use it. Look at you now, in a sorry state, your aura weak and unstable."
The master became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, as if he were standing on the high ground of truth.
He turned to look at Tang San, his tone instantly becoming gentle yet full of boastfulness.
"Take another look at Little San."
"This is the difference between having a teacher to guide you and not having a teacher to guide you."
"Ye Liuyun, you've already narrowed your path."
The master put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and concluded in a compassionate tone.
"If you are willing to admit your mistakes now, perhaps out of respect for Flanders, I can still give you some pointers and pull you back from the wrong path."
In this master's script.
At this moment, Ye Liuyun should be filled with shame and be captivated by his charm, then weep and beg him for guidance.
This was to make up for the regret of being rejected six years ago, and also to prove that Yu Xiaogang was right.
Having another experimental subject with innate full soul power increased the success rate of his theory.
"Chew... chew..."
The only response he received was the sound of Ye Liuyun chewing pills.
"Are you done talking?"
Ye Liuyun's eyes were full of fatigue and impatience.
He had just come back exhausted from the Star Dou Forest. Who was interested in arguing about such boring things with an old man they didn't like?
Whether the theory was strong or not was none of his business. If one really needed guidance, there were so many young Soul Masters in the world.
They specifically targeted him because he was a Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power, and they were extremely confident that he was also a top-notch genius with twin martial souls.
Precious metals.
They said there were no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.
But they refused to teach anyone except geniuses.
Now that he was being harassed, what was the difference between this and being watched by a pervert?
He was so tired!
"I'm going back to sleep."
"You!"
The master was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing his finger at Ye Liuyun, unable to speak for a long time.
"This is rotten wood that cannot be carved! It's utterly rotten wood!"
"Ye Liuyun! How dare you speak to a master like that!"
Seeing that things were going badly, Flander quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
Although he also felt that Yu Xiaogang was a bit too much.
But since he was an old friend, he still had to give him face.
"The master is only doing this for your own good. Although his words were a bit harsh, there is some truth to them."
Ye Liuyun glanced at Flander, sighed helplessly, and nodded politely.
"Actually, I think what the master said makes a lot of sense."
"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."
Tang San fully agreed; it was precisely because of this statement that he became Tang San's disciple.
Yu Xiaogang's expression softened slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Ye Liuyun spoke again.
"By the way, what level are you again?"
"Puff!"
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but burst out laughing.
How come she never noticed before that Ye Liuyun was so mean, always delivering barrages of insults with his words? No wonder he was usually so quiet; he was afraid of hurting people.
It seemed that calling her trash was already being lenient; thinking about it that way, she wasn't angry anymore.
The master's body stiffened abruptly.
These words were like a sharp knife, precisely dissecting the deepest, most unbearable festering sore in his heart.
He was only level 29.
He turned around abruptly, staring intently at Ye Liuyun's back, his eyes brimming with resentment.
Do you look down on me?
How dare you look down on me?!
Good! Very good!
I'll make you regret this!
I'll make you regret this!
I definitely will...
Tang San looked at his teacher's trembling back and advised:
"Teacher, please don't take it to heart."
Tang San helped the master up and whispered.
"This kind of person is stubborn and will die out there sooner or later."
The master took a few deep breaths, barely calming himself, his voice cold and menacing:
"Little San, you'd better remember this."
Some people are destined to be roadside weeds. But you are destined to grow into a towering tree.
"Don't let this kind of person disturb your peace of mind."
"Yes, teacher."
Watching Ye Liuyun's unwavering departure, Flander pushed up his crystal glasses, a complex light flashing in his eyes.
A troublemaker.
An absolute troublemaker.
As a seasoned veteran in the world of Soul Masters, Flander had a keen eye for people.
People like Ye Liuyun were neither arrogant nor humble when greeting or communicating with others.
But deep down, he exuded absolute pride and self-confidence, to the point that he disregarded everyone and everything except himself.
Putting him in the academy was like raising a tiger among wolves.
The tiger was completely indifferent to the wolves around it, but the wolves were intimidated by the tiger's absolute confidence and strength.
If it were when he was young and hot-blooded, Flander would have taught him a lesson and disciplined him to behave.
But now...
Flander glanced back at the dilapidated school gate, then at his old brother Yu Xiaogang, who was angry but clearly helpless, and sighed inwardly.
There was nothing he could do.
Shrek was too poor, and he was too eager to prove himself.
His lifelong wish was to make this "Monster Academy" famous and let the whole continent know the name Shrek.
Monsters were needed for this goal.
Especially the monster among monsters.
Even if this monster was hard to control, even if it was a bastard.
If someone was strong enough to crush all their opponents, then they deserved to be nurtured with all their might!
Thinking of this, Flander waved to the master who was still indignant.
"Alright, Xiaogang. This child is only twelve years old after all. Let's teach him slowly."
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