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"Dai Mubai, how dare you insult my teacher! You are courting death!"
Tang San's eyes widened in fury, and without realizing it, both his hands had already moved toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.
He was ready at any moment to unleash his hidden weapons and strike to kill.
Flander, remembering the events at the Great Spirit Arena, knew all too well the terrifying strength of Tang San's hidden weapons.
As the dean, he did not wish to see the relationships among his students torn apart, so he quickly stepped in to ease the tension.
"Mubai, what nonsense are you spouting? Xiao Gang is a publicly recognized master. How could he possibly resort to plagiarism? Apologize to him, and we'll let this matter go."
However, upon hearing these words, Yu Xiaogang's expression grew exceedingly ugly.
It was the first time someone had publicly questioned his theoretical knowledge, and he felt an overwhelming sense of crisis.
When others mocked him for being delusional, he could laugh it off.
But if they questioned his theories, he would fall silent.
For deep down, he was guilty, unable to find an excuse to refute it.
Dai Mubai sneered, completely ignoring Tang San's murderous glare.
"What? You don't believe me?"
"Of course not! My teacher is a recognized master. Why would he need to plagiarize someone else's work to prove himself?!"
In Tang San's heart, Yu Xiaogang was like a god.
Not only had he instantly deduced that Tang San possessed twin spirits, but with his theoretical guidance, he had elevated Tang San's useless Blue Silver Grass to such great heights.
Turning a waste spirit into a powerful control spirit—wasn't that proof enough of Yu Xiaogang's theories?
Yet Tang San didn't realize that his Blue Silver Grass was not the ordinary kind.
It wasn't the Blue Silver Grass from Wang Wei's poems either, but the direct lineage of the Blue Silver Emperor, a hundred-thousand-year-old existence.
There are only two possibilities for a person with twin spirits:
First, both spirits are equally powerful, both top-tier.
Second, both spirits are extremely weak and of equal, minimal value.
The Clear Sky Hammer was acclaimed as the most powerful weapon spirit on the continent—its quality beyond dispute.
If the Blue Silver Grass had not been of sufficient quality, it could never have become Tang San's other spirit.
So even before awakening, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass could not be compared to the truly useless Blue Silver Grass spirits.
Furthermore, having lived two lifetimes, Tang San possessed extraordinary spiritual power, allowing him to absorb spirit rings far beyond the normal limits.
If an ordinary genius had been trained under Yu Xiaogang's methods, they would likely have died long ago.
Yet Tang San remained unaware that everything he had achieved was due to his own efforts, and Yu Xiaogang's help had made little difference.
Just as Dai Mubai said, even a dog could have trained Tang San into what he was now.
Hearing Tang San's defense, Dai Mubai's mocking smile deepened, as though he were watching a clown perform.
Seeing this, unease flickered in Tang San's heart. He felt that something terrible was about to happen.
Yu Xiaogang, noticing Dai Mubai's confident expression, realized something was wrong and finally moved.
"Xiao San, don't stoop to his level. What's most important now is obtaining your third spirit ring."
But Yu Xiaogang's guilty reaction immediately drew everyone's attention.
Tang San's unease only grew stronger, making him even more curious about what Dai Mubai was about to reveal.
In his panic, Yu Xiaogang tried to drag Tang San away.
But Yu Xiaogang was only at level twenty-nine, while Tang San was level thirty. He couldn't move him an inch.
Ma Hongjun's face lit up with excitement, urging, "Boss Dai, did you discover something? Hurry up and tell us!"
Dai Mubai stopped keeping them in suspense and sneered.
"Tang San, the word 'Master' has never been a compliment for Yu Xiaogang. It has always been a veiled insult."
Tang San wanted to refute him, but he recalled how the teachers at Nuoding Primary Spirit Master Academy had mocked Yu Xiaogang.
It was true—the word "Master" had never been used for praise.
Even before Tang San became his disciple, Yu Xiaogang had endured years of ridicule.
It really did seem just as Dai Mubai said.
Yu Xiaogang's face grew darker and darker, so grim it looked like ink might drip from it.
Seeing Tang San still unconvinced, Dai Mubai pressed on.
"You don't seriously think Fatty and I trained under Yu Xiaogang without doing our own research, do you?"
"What do you mean?" Tang San asked with a frown.
"The day I started his training, I had people investigate his so-called 'Ten Core Competencies of Spirits.' And guess what? We uncovered something incredible."
Dai Mubai paused here, patting himself down before pulling out a book.
Then, with disdain, he tossed it to the ground as though it were garbage.
Tang San frowned, displeased. "Dai Mubai, what is the meaning of this?!"
When Yu Xiaogang saw the words Fundamental Spirit Power Cultivation Manual on the cover, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
"Xiao San, let's go. Don't associate with such corrupt people. They'll only drag you down."
But something clicked in Tang San's mind, and his eyes locked firmly onto the book on the ground.
Dai Mubai chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery.
"Tang San, didn't you say your teacher's theories were unmatched? Pick up that book and you'll find something… very interesting."
Flander pushed up his glasses and sighed helplessly, casting Dai Mubai a weary look.
"So, you found out too, Mubai? As expected, Xiao Gang's work can only fool the simple-minded."
From the very start, he had never let Yu Xiaogang train Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun because he believed in his theories.
He merely wanted them to grow close to Tang San and Xiao Wu, two prodigies, so that in the future, when the pair soared to greatness, they might bring the others along.
But Yu Xiaogang, convinced of his own brilliance, tried to prove his teaching ability to Oscar and the others, wasting everyone's time with pointless methods.
If Tang San hadn't been made to carry rocks while running, he might have broken through to level thirty even earlier.
Yet Yu Xiaogang still believed all of it was thanks to his training.
Seeing the situation escalating, Flander prepared to intervene.
Dai Mubai, however, looked at Tang San with playful anticipation, eager to watch him pick up the book.
Tang San's curiosity overwhelmed him, but instead of bending down, he used his Controlling Crane, Catching Dragon technique to lift the book into his hands.
Yu Xiaogang tried to stop him, but suddenly, an unseen force sealed his mouth and froze his body in place.
It was Wu Song, who had been silently observing all along, who made his move.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's lack of response, Tang San assumed his teacher was confident and calmly began to flip through the book.
With his Purple Demon Eye activated, Tang San's gaze scanned the pages at lightning speed.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes nearly split apart in rage, but he could not move, could not speak, not even change his expression.
He could only watch helplessly as Tang San read through the book, exposing his false façade.
As Tang San read, his pupils dilated rapidly, and his lips parted in disbelief.
The anger on his face slowly drained away, replaced by shock—utter, overwhelming shock.
Xiao Wu, noticing the drastic change in his expression, asked curiously,
"Xiao San, what could be in that book to shock you so much?"
In truth, the contents of the book were nothing remarkable.
What truly shocked Tang San was that nearly seventy to eighty percent of it was identical to Yu Xiaogang's so-called Ten Core Competencies of Spirits.
Realizing he had been deceived for so many years, defending Yu Xiaogang with all his heart, Tang San suddenly felt like a fool.
His whole body trembled with fury, veins bulging across his forehead, as he let out a hoarse, grief-stricken roar.
"Yu Xiaogang, how bitterly you have deceived me?!"
(End of Chapter)