Chapter 125 Yu Xiaogang is numb
The soul of an adult...?
When I was six years old?
"No...this is impossible..."
Yu Xiaogang instinctively retorted, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"You're talking nonsense! You're trying to sow discord between us, master and disciple!"
"The mistress was so well-behaved and sensible back then..."
"Oh dear, how can you be so stupid, master?"
Funina couldn't stand it anymore. She leaned half her body out of the sky and shook her head in exasperation.
Think about it carefully.
"How could a six-year-old village child understand so much pharmacology?"
"I can see right through your theory, even though it's all plagiarized, it's still somewhat useful?"
"Are they capable of creating those hidden weapons that even Title Douluos fear?"
"Do you really think he's some kind of innate genius?"
"They were just faking it!"
"He pretends to be a respectful teacher and someone who humbly seeks knowledge in front of you, just like he's coaxing a child!"
Can you imagine?
"A soul in its thirties, still calling you 'teacher' in a childish voice every day, and pretending to admire your not-so-brilliant theories."
"puff--"
As Fu Ningna finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh out loud again.
"My God, just thinking about that scene makes me feel tired for Tang San."
"And you actually believed it?"
"You actually believe it's because of your excellent teaching?"
Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted violently.
Past memories replayed wildly in his mind like a revolving lantern.
Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.
The child carrying a small bundle, with an unusually calm expression.
That child who was frighteningly calm when facing the Mandragora Serpent in the Soul Hunting Forest, even more decisive than his teacher.
That child who could skillfully use all sorts of strange techniques to deliver a fatal blow.
Various details.
A sense of unease.
At this moment, everything was connected.
He used to describe Tang San as a "genius" and a "monster".
But if...
If what Navelette said is true.
If Tang San really was an adult reincarnated...
Yu Xiaogang's body began to tremble violently, not from the cold, but from a deep-seated shame.
He felt as if his face had been ripped off and stomped on the ground.
It turns out, he was the clown.
His much-vaunted "teaching" was probably nothing more than a clumsy game of make-believe in Tang San's eyes.
"You...you..."
Yu Xiaogang slowly turned his head, his neck stiffening and making cracking sounds.
He stared intently at Tang San, his eyes bloodshot.
"You...you're lying to me?"
"You've been...lying to me all along?"
Faced with Yu Xiaogang's murderous gaze, Tang San no longer concealed his true feelings.
Now that they've been exposed, what's the point of pretending anymore?
The panic in Tang San's eyes faded, replaced by extreme indifference and mockery.
He didn't speak, but his eyes said it all.
He was looking at a fool.
Ah Yin also landed from the sky at this moment, standing not far from the two of them.
She looked at Tang San, her eyes filled with endless sorrow and hatred.
"Yu Xiaogang, you are truly pathetic."
"You think he became your student because of your theories?"
"No, he just needs an identity, he needs a cover."
"The cultivation technique he practices is called the Mysterious Heaven Technique. It's something he brought from his previous life and has nothing to do with your theories."
"His skill with hidden weapons is also innate."
"He became your disciple simply because he was new to this world and needed a guide familiar with the rules of the Soul Master world, nothing more."
"It's ridiculous that you actually thought you could offer him anything."
"You even fantasized about him taking you to the realm of gods?"
Although Ah Yin's voice was gentle, it sounded more grating to Yu Xiaogang than the most vicious curse in the world.
"joke!"
"What a majestic place the realm of gods is."
"Even if he really becomes a god, why should he take a useless burden like you with him?"
"With your level 29 soul power?"
"Or are you relying on those theories that you copied from the Spirit Hall?"
"Yu Xiaogang, your whole life, from beginning to end, is a joke!"
puff!
Yu Xiaogang could no longer withstand the successive blows and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His mental defenses completely collapsed.
Faith has shattered.
Dignity is gone.
Even the emotional support I've relied on for the past decade has turned out to be a complete scam.
The obedient "mistress" in front of him was a fake.
The disciple who obeyed him so readily was faking it.
The other person is a mature soul, a cunning and calculating adult!
Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, was like a monkey being played with, showing off his pitiful knowledge in front of an adult, and smugly thinking that he was a disciple of a great teacher.
shame!
This is an utter disgrace!
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Yu Xiaogang suddenly let out a howl that was not human.
He clutched his head with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp, blood flowing down his forehead, making his already stiff face look even more ferocious and terrifying.
"It's fake! It's all fake!"
"You lied to me! Tang San! You beast! You lied to me!"
"I've sacrificed so much for you!"
"I even offended Bibi Dong for your sake!"
"I'd give anything for you!"
So you've been laughing at me all along? Haven't you?
You've been laughing at me the whole time!
Yu Xiaogang has gone mad.
That extreme inferiority complex, once exposed, transformed into extreme madness.
He is no longer the master who always puts his hands behind his back and acts like a profound and unfathomable person.
Now, he is just a mad dog who has been stripped of everything and is in utter despair.
He sprang up from the ground.
It's unclear where the strength came from, but the weak soul power of level twenty-nine exploded on his body, and Luo Sanpao's ridiculous martial soul didn't even have time to be summoned.
He charged at Tang San with his bare hands and outstretched claws.
I'm going to kill you!
"I'm going to kill you, you traitorous bastard!"
"Give me back my hard work! Give me back my life!"
Yu Xiaogang roared, spittle flying everywhere.
He wanted to bite Tang San's throat off and tear that hypocritical face apart.
Even with teeth, even with fingernails.
He also wants to make this liar who toyed with his feelings and trampled on his dignity pay the price!
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
The defenders on the city wall and the soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire in the distance all held their breath.
Looking at this absurd and tragic scene.
The once world-renowned "Golden Iron Triangle" of wisdom, and the teacher most respected by Tang San, the Sea God.
At this moment, however, she is like a shrew from the marketplace, launching the most primitive and feeble attacks.
(End of chapter)