After landing a resounding slap across Yu Xiaogang's face and sending him flying—
Ye Yu watched as the so-called Master lay sprawled on the ground, arms and legs splayed out, his face swollen with a vivid red handprint, mouth twisted grotesquely to one side. Several teeth had been knocked loose, blood still dripping from the corner of his lips.
It was an ugly, pitiful sight.
And for Ye Yu, deeply satisfying.
He thought back to the days at Nuoding Academy—how Yu Xiaogang had twice come to him, acting as if it were only natural to demand information. Asking for data on Blue Silver Grass. Wanting him to reveal his training method, all under the guise of "benefiting the Spirit Master world."
Never once offering anything in return. Just self-righteous moral coercion, as if he were entitled to everything.
That greedy, hypocritical, self-serving face made Ye Yu sick just thinking about it.
Back then, he hadn't dared to do anything.
But now?
Dream fulfilled. And it felt so damn good.
—
"Xiaogang!"
"Teacher!"
Flender and Tang San rushed to Yu Xiaogang in a panic and helped him to his feet.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's jaw clearly dislocated, Flender quickly reached for it to set it straight—
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
A pig-slaughtering scream echoed across the field.
—
"No such thing as a trash Martial Soul, only trash Spirit Masters?"
"Did he say that?"
"And yet at fifty-something years old, he's still stuck at rank twenty-nine Grandmaster... with two Spirit Abilities that may as well be farts?"
Hearing Ye Yu's words, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but stifle a laugh, covering her mouth. She nearly burst into goose-honking giggles.
This so-called "Master" really did just slap himself with his own motto.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun also couldn't help snickering.
Because let's be honest—saying that line while being a textbook example of a trash Spirit Master was downright comical.
—
"You… You actually dared to slap me?!"
Once his jaw was forcibly reset, Yu Xiaogang felt the searing sting on his cheek and the metallic taste in his mouth. His vision was blurry with rage.
To be struck—publicly—in front of all these students?
To have his mouth deformed and several teeth knocked loose?
His pride was shattered. He was beyond humiliated. Blood boiling, he glared with red eyes and bellowed:
"Flender! I'm a teacher at Shrek Academy! Are you just going to stand there while I'm beaten like this?!"
—
Flender winced.
He was furious at how things had escalated.
But... what was he supposed to do?
Get revenge for Xiaogang?
He couldn't beat Ye Yu either!
If he tried to stand up for his brother, he'd only get beaten down in front of the entire student body and lose all face himself.
So Flender said nothing.
Besides, he had his own grudges. He had warned Yu Xiaogang.
Zhao Wuji already explained that in the Star Dou Great Forest, Ye Yu summoned a Martial Soul that was clearly a blue crystal tree.
With that kind of strength, would Ye Yu need to lie?
So why provoke him?
Even if Ye Yu's existence went against everything Yu Xiaogang had ever researched...
Wasn't that exactly the kind of real-world anomaly his theories needed?
It was right in front of him!
—
"Flender!"
Seeing Flender remain silent, Yu Xiaogang's expression twisted with hatred.
So much for brotherhood!
Clearly, Flender still held a grudge because Liu Erlong had chosen him back then!
You just wanted to see me humiliated!
—
That damn Ye Yu!
How dare he slap Teacher Yu Xiaogang's face?! He's just asking to die!
Tang San burned with rage.
To him, Yu Xiaogang was like a father. For someone to slap his teacher was the same as slapping him!
But knowing that Flender wasn't Ye Yu's match, Tang San quickly whispered an explanation to his teacher.
He told Yu Xiaogang what Zhao Wuji had said: even Flender and the Motionless Bright King Zhao Wuji had both been beaten—barehanded—by Ye Yu.
—
What?!
Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank in disbelief.
This Ye Yu… had defeated both Flender and Zhao Wuji barehanded?!
But he was only a Spirit Ancestor, right?
How could a commoner, a low-born Spirit Master, possibly have such overwhelming strength?
And yet—if even Zhao Wuji and Flender had no chance...
He had no choice but to believe that Ye Yu's Martial Soul really had evolved.
But Martial Soul evolution alone couldn't explain it all.
No! This Ye Yu definitely had other secrets.
Suddenly, excitement surged through Yu Xiaogang.
To possess such power at the Spirit Ancestor level...
If I could obtain those secrets…
Wouldn't that make me a powerhouse?
If I could also gain the secret to Martial Soul evolution...
Then one day, I, Yu Xiaogang, would become a mighty name that shook the continent!
Spirit Hall would come to regret ever dismissing me!
My clan—those who mocked me—would be left speechless by my greatness!
Just like when I was six years old, they'd come crawling back to flatter me!
The thought of gaining Ye Yu's evolution technique and his path to overwhelming strength made Yu Xiaogang tremble with anticipation.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never underestimate a poor youth!
The taste of revenge—of slapping his clan's face with power—was so close, he could already feel it!
But the problem was… how could he get Ye Yu's secrets?
—
"Ye Yu," he suddenly said, forcing a calm tone. "To rise from rank-1 Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master to where you are now… is truly remarkable."
"You've evolved your Martial Soul three times and now wield such incredible strength!"
"Your understanding of Martial Souls must be profound."
"How about this—you design a special training plan for me!"
—
Watching all this play out, Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.
She had already started to believe Ye Yu was the real Master of Martial Soul Theory—not that clown Xiaogang.
In terms of insight, strength, and practical results, Ye Yu's value was leagues above.
"Ye Yu, how about you make a training plan for me too?" she asked, eyes shining brightly.
"I still have my own cultivation to focus on," Ye Yu frowned slightly.
"I won't need constant guidance! Just a detailed training schedule will do!"
"I promise I'll follow it seriously—no cutting corners!" she said earnestly, patting her chest.
Ye Yu paused to think.
That… wasn't impossible.
—
"Lord Ye Yu, may I also ask you to create a training plan for me?"
Zhu Zhuqing hesitated briefly, but thinking of her future, her beautiful, serene face grew firm.
With determination in her cold voice, she stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
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