Chapter 42 You're a piece of trash!
As the two were talking, they saw Yu Xiaogang carrying an old cloth bag, slowly walking towards them from the direction of the cafeteria.
When he saw Tang Chuan, his brows immediately furrowed.
Tang Chuan's rebuttal of his theory that Blue Silver Grass was a useless martial soul had been bothering him for a while.
"Hmph, just trying to attract attention!"
"A food-type Soul Master who shouldn't be focusing on cultivation is instead ordering takeout iced tea; it's utterly absurd!"
Yu Xiao had just passed by Tang's takeout stall on her way from the cafeteria and asked Wang Sheng about it. She knew that it was Tang Chuan's soul skill power, so she couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks when she saw Tang Chuan.
Yu Xiaogang's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Tang Chuan and Tang San's ears.
Tang San instantly bristled.
His brother is the person he respects most, and he will never allow anyone to slander him!
Before Tang Chuan could speak, Tang San's face darkened, he paused, and his tone was filled with undisguised anger: "What did you say?"
Yu Xiaogang's gaze was cold and sharp, as if he were staring at his prey.
Yu Xiaogang was momentarily intimidated by Tang San's imposing aura, but he quickly regained his composure and maintained his scholarly demeanor: "I'm saying, the essence of a Soul Master lies in Soul Power and Soul Skills, not these unorthodox methods!"
"The essence of food-type soul skills is still support; no matter how powerful they are, they can't compare to offensive ones. Instead of focusing on proper training and figuring out how to overcome their weaknesses, they're..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because Tang San moved.
Without any warning, Tang San's figure rushed forward like a ghost, his footwork mysterious, it was the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, Ghost Shadow Step.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Tang San was already right in front of Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang felt a blur before his eyes.
A chilling killing intent enveloped him, making it hard for him to breathe.
He instinctively tried to back away, only to find that his joints were now entangled by several blue silver grass vines.
Although he wasn't completely immobilized, his movements were severely restricted.
Tang San's right hand had already gripped the artery on the side of his neck, his fingertips icy cold and carrying a deadly threat.
This speed, this precision, it's nothing like that of a six-year-old!
"Apologize!"
Tang San stared into Yu Xiaogang's horrified eyes, his tone flat yet carrying an undeniable pressure: "Apologize to my brother."
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place.
The feigned air of profundity vanished from his face, leaving only astonishment and a hint of barely concealed panic.
How could this child just start a fight like that?!
"You...you..."
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but feeling the pressure on his neck and the fierce killing intent in Tang San's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say the explanation that he was doing this for their own good.
"The other woman"
Tang Chuan then slowly spoke, walked to Tang San's side, and gently patted his younger brother's tense arm.
Tang San glanced at his brother and saw his brother shake his head slightly at him. Then he snorted coldly, released his fingers from Yu Xiaogang's neck, and the Blue Silver Grass that was wrapped around Yu Xiaogang's limbs receded like the tide. However, he still stood half a step in front of Tang Chuan, glaring fiercely at Yu Xiaogang.
"I remember I gave you face last time."
"But you're really asking for trouble, aren't you? You're just making a fool of yourself by coming here to make things uncomfortable, aren't you?"
Tang Chuan pulled Tang San to his side, took a half step forward, and calmly looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was pale and still in shock. His tone was full of sarcasm and disdain:
"The theory of opening and closing the mouth."
"But what has your theory proven, besides being used to condescendingly criticize others?"
"Not only is your theoretical level questionable, but you also don't quite understand the principles of interpersonal relationships."
"A person should have self-awareness."
"How we brothers cultivate his skills and what businesses we do is none of your business, a guest staying at the Academy."
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red and then turned pale. He opened his mouth to explain, but Tang Chuan interrupted him.
"You're saying food-type attacks are inferior to power-type attacks?"
Tang Chuan chuckled and pointed in the direction of the cafeteria: "My iced tea can genuinely improve the lives of me and those around me."
"And what about you?"
"What can your theory do?"
"If your theory were truly effective, why are you still a useless nobody who can't even break through level 30?"
"I've asked around about you."
"There are no useless spirit souls, only useless spirit masters. Isn't that one of your ten spirit soul theories?"
"If that applies to you, wouldn't you be just that good-for-nothing?"
Tang Chuan's words were piercing and incisive: "After all, if your theory is sound, then there are no useless martial souls. What does it mean that you can't break through level 30?"
"That just proves you're useless!"
"You're the mistress, aren't you?"
"Brother is right!"
Tang San nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt as he looked at Yu Xiaogang, loudly echoing, "Incompetent in theory, incompetent in cultivation, what else is he but a piece of trash?"
"You have the nerve to point fingers at us?"
"If I were him, I'd be too ashamed to show my face in public!"
The two brothers worked in perfect harmony, one striking at the heart of the matter and the other delivering the final blow.
Yu Xiaogang trembled all over as he was questioned, his face turning from red to white, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single complete syllable.
He didn't know how to refute it.
Every word Tang Chuan said precisely struck at the most vulnerable spot in his heart, tearing away the inferiority and vulnerability that he had always tightly wrapped in a cloak of profound theory, exposing them to the light of day.
There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters... which means you're useless!
That one sentence alone caused his CPU to crash.
His proud theory appeared so pale and laughable in the face of the facts presented by the other party and the irrefutable evidence that he himself could not break through to level 29.
His mind was buzzing.
He was so ashamed and indignant that he wished he could faint on the spot.
Tang San, standing nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing at Yu Xiaogang's face, which was a mixture of red and white: "Pfft, hahaha."
"Brother, it has to be you!"
His eyes practically sparkled as he looked at Tang Chuan, feeling incredibly relieved and exhilarated.
My brother is amazing!
Without even lifting a finger, just a few words are enough to leave this guy speechless!
Several students who had gathered around to watch the commotion had somehow gotten there. They pointed and whispered among themselves at Yu Xiaogang, who was frozen in place.
"So the master himself was..."
"What master? He's just a piece of trash..."
"No wonder he always spouts such nonsensical theories..."
"They're always criticizing others, but they themselves..."
These subtle sounds pierced Yu Xiaogang's nerves like needles.
He raised his head, looking into eyes filled with pity and mockery, then at Tang San beside him, whose face was filled with disdain and smugness. A surge of hot blood, a mixture of shame, anger, and embarrassment, rushed to his head.
Then, in a fit of anger, he snapped.
He turned and staggered, rushing towards the teachers' dormitory without looking back. His back view was flustered, pathetic, and laughable.
"They ran away already?"
Tang San thought he was about to attack, judging from his earlier demeanor!
Tang San had already prepared his hidden arrow to aim at the man's throat, but unexpectedly, the man turned and ran away, making Tang San feel that he had wasted his time.
[end of the chapter]