Chapter 4: The Confident Gangzi—Lin Chen Will Definitely Acknowledge Me as His Master
Ning Rongrong simply couldn't understand it.
A creepy, wretched middle-aged man stuck at Rank 29 Soul Grandmaster realm—if that wasn't trash, then what was?
Thinking this way, Ning Rongrong once again started roasting Bibi Dong.
[I Am a Little Princess: You're the Pope of the Spirit Hall, yet you can't even tell the difference between trash and good-for-nothing.]
[I Am a Little Princess: The diary owner already said it—Yu Xiaogang originally possessed the bloodline of the super martial soul, the Golden Holy Dragon. If he really were the so-called "theoretical master" you praise so highly, why couldn't he solve his own martial soul problem?]
[I Am a Little Princess: Even now, Yu Xiaogang still hasn't broken through to the Soul Elder realm. That alone proves the Yu Xiaogang you speak of is nothing but an empty name.]
[I Am a Little Princess: And didn't Yu Xiaogang himself say, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters"? Then, at his age, still unable to break through to the Soul Elder realm—doesn't that perfectly prove he's a useless soul master?]
Ning Rongrong truly lived up to being Ning Fengzhi's daughter. She had perfectly inherited his sharp tongue—every single sentence stabbed straight into Bibi Dong's heart.
Spirit City.
Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong was so enraged by Ning Rongrong's words that her chest rose and fell violently.
"Damn it! This 'I Am a Little Princess' really deserves death!"
"How dare she insult my Xiaogang like this!"
Bibi Dong was furious. None of the people in the chat group understood Xiaogang's talent—nor did they understand how much effort he had put in just to prove himself!
Meanwhile—
Lin Chen had absolutely no idea that his diary entries had triggered a fierce argument among the Douluo goddesses in the chat group.
At this moment, Lin Chen had just finished registering at the Academic Affairs Office and was heading toward his assigned dormitory.
Just then, two figures blocked his path.
They were none other than Yu Xiaogang and Tang San from earlier.
"You're the student named Lin Chen, right? Quickly—summon your martial soul and let me take a look."
Yu Xiaogang stared at Lin Chen with eyes full of excitement and desire, as though he were gazing at a perfect experimental subject.
Hearing this, Lin Chen frowned slightly. A trace of anger appeared on his face as he said unhappily,
"Hey, you creepy uncle. I don't know you, do I? You block my path and then tell me to summon my martial soul—don't you think that's a bit overbearing?"
"Insolent! Lin Chen, the person standing before you, is a renowned master known throughout the continent!"
"My teacher only stopped you because he saw potential in your martial soul. Yet not only are you ungrateful, but you even dare speak so rudely!"
"Where are your manners? Where is the respect a student should have toward a teacher?"
Seeing Lin Chen verbally insult Yu Xiaogang, Tang San shouted angrily from the side.
He pointed straight at Lin Chen, spouting righteousness and moral principles without the slightest awareness that his own behavior was problematic.
"What's wrong with you people?"
"You were the ones who stopped me first and demanded that I summon my martial soul for you to see. Don't you think that's extremely intrusive?"
"You should know that a martial soul is a soul master's secret and should not be exposed casually."
Lin Chen sneered inwardly. He had thought he already held a sufficiently low opinion of Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's character, but now he realized his previous assessment had still been too generous.
"Ah—that was my disciple speaking out of turn."
"Lin Chen, would you be willing to summon your martial soul and let me have a look?"
"Oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yu Xiaogang. People of the world call me 'Master.'"
"If your martial soul truly matches my expectations, it's not impossible for me to accept you as a registered disciple and plan out your future cultivation path."
Yu Xiaogang lifted his chin, his face full of arrogance—as though becoming his registered disciple would be the greatest fortune Lin Chen could receive in this lifetime.
That expression nearly made Lin Chen sick.
However, just to get rid of this annoying fly and stop Yu Xiaogang from pestering him any further—
With a thought, Lin Chen summoned his martial soul. In an instant, a golden dragon appeared beside him, rubbing against him affectionately.
"Master, you've seen it now. You can leave, right? I don't want you coming to bother me again."
Lin Chen's voice was cold. He had no intention of being followed around by such an irritating fly.
"So it really is Luo Sanpao!"
The moment Yu Xiaogang saw Lin Chen's martial soul, joy instantly surged through his heart. He never imagined that there could be another soul master in this world with the exact same martial soul as his own.
This was perfect—he could take the opportunity to study Lin Chen's martial soul. Perhaps, through this, he might even find a way to break through rank thirty.
"Lin Chen, acknowledge me as your master. I'll reluctantly accept you as a registered disciple."
Yu Xiaogang spoke to Lin Chen once again.
His tone was brimming with confidence, as though Lin Chen would kneel before him and take him as his master in the very next second.
Seeing this, Lin Chen was utterly speechless. This was just too damn self-important.
"Master, I can cultivate on my own. I don't need to acknowledge you as my teacher."
Lin Chen rejected him outright, his gaze completely calm and emotionless.
"Lin Chen, don't rush to refuse."
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang summoned his own martial soul, Luo Sanpao. Two almost identical external martial souls appeared side by side.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Lin Chen.
"Lin Chen, my martial soul is the same as yours. If you take me as your master, I will personally guide your cultivation."
"Since my martial soul is identical to yours, my cultivation path will undoubtedly be of great help to you."
Yu Xiaogang stared at Lin Chen with burning eyes.
He was already eager to accept Lin Chen as a registered disciple, then thoroughly research Lin Chen's martial soul afterward.
With his knowledge, as long as he studied Lin Chen's martial soul carefully, he firmly believed that he would have a very high chance of breaking through to the Soul Elder realm in the future.
"Heh, master."
"Let me ask you something—what is your current soul power level?"
Lin Chen asked calmly.
It seemed that if he didn't completely deal with this troublemaker today, his future days would never be peaceful.
"Rank twenty-nine. Just one step away from Soul Elder."
Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly but still gave his answer.
"Heh, master."
"You've spent your entire life and still haven't broken through to the Soul Elder realm. What qualifications do you have to teach me?"
"My, Lin Chen's, teacher will never be a piece of trash who can't even break through to the Soul Elder realm."
Lin Chen looked at Yu Xiaogang with contempt. A waste who couldn't even figure out his own martial soul, yet still dared to call himself a theoretical master—truly shameless.
"That's enough, Lin Chen!"
"The teacher wants to accept you as a disciple, yet you keep making things difficult at every turn."
"If I hear you insulting my teacher again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Tang San shouted angrily, his gaze toward Lin Chen carrying a trace of killing intent.
A master for a day, a father for life. Lin Chen's repeated insults toward Yu Xiaogang were, to Tang San, no different from insulting his own father—something he absolutely could not tolerate.
If Lin Chen continued to speak disrespectfully, Tang San wouldn't mind letting him experience the power of the Tang Sect's hidden weapons.
Hearing Tang San's words, Lin Chen laughed in anger.
Insulting? He was merely stating the facts. Wasn't Yu Xiaogang just a waste who gained attention through empty showmanship?
Even the so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls he published, were almost entirely plagiarized from the Spirit Hall.
And even then, he couldn't plagiarize them properly—he tried to reorganize them into his own work, only to produce a mess riddled with flaws.
That most classic line—"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters"—was the most perfect description of Yu Xiaogang himself.
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