"Little San, after you and that senior were suddenly taken away by a beam of light back then, where did you go? What have you experienced over these five years? Tell your teacher quickly." Yu Xiaogang's face was filled with curiosity.
Tang San slowly began: "After I was rescued back then, I went with that Slaughter King to Slaughter City to train."
"After enduring arduous training, my strength has greatly improved."
"This time I've returned to settle things with Jin Mian and avenge our defeat in that tournament years ago!"
Regarding his experiences in Slaughter City,
Tang San only picked some unimportant details to recount.
As for the matter of himself becoming an Evil Soul Master,
he didn't reveal a single word.
After all,
the three words 'Evil Soul Master' are notorious in the Spirit Master's world.
Once discovered,
everyone wants nothing more than to eliminate them immediately.
After finishing his story, Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang and asked: "Teacher, how have you been these five years? I heard from Teacher Li Yusong that the academy has recruited many students over the years. With your theoretical knowledge, you must have taught many outstanding juniors, right?"
"Uh... not bad, not bad." Yu Xiaogang's expression turned bitter.
Ever since that elite Soul Master tournament ended five years ago,
due to achieving a good ranking,
Shrek Academy's recruitment situation has improved considerably.
But he never encountered another student like Tang San—obedient, useful, and easily fooled into being a guinea pig for theoretical experiments.
Now Shrek's students are extremely pragmatic.
They only want to learn from the strong.
Whenever it was time for theory class,
upon learning that the person teaching them
was that plagiarizing dog, the lifelong waste Yu Xiaogang whose spirit power couldn't break through the twenty-ninth level Spirit Grandmaster,
they collectively exploded.
They all expressed confusion.
Why would Shrek Academy still let such a waste teach theoretical knowledge?
A mere twenty-ninth level waste.
Could he even teach properly?
Not to mention whether those theoretical knowledge were even usable?
Thus,
for Yu Xiaogang's classes,
Shrek students basically all chose to turn a blind eye.
Not attending even once.
Even when Dean Flender said their theory grades would affect their future graduation, it still made no difference.
And Yu Xiaogang also looked down on these students.
Because these students
mostly came from ordinary, lower-class families.
Their Martial Souls were average, their talents were average.
They completely failed to meet his standards.
What Yu Xiaogang wanted to teach were true geniuses.
Like Jin Mian, for example.
But he couldn't say this in front of his disciple.
After all, he once confidently declared a statement.
"There are no waste Martial Souls, only waste Soul Masters."
If Tang San found out
that this statement
was just something he blurted out back then,
and that what he actually wanted to teach were only genius disciples,
then his image in this disciple's mind would shatter completely.
Tang San then pointed at Liu Erlong and whispered: "But teacher, what I didn't expect was how quickly things progressed between you and my teacher's wife."
"I'm already going to have a little junior nephew."
"Your health is really good."
Hearing this,
Yu Xiaogang raised his head and said proudly: "Of course!"
Liu Erlong, sitting on the sofa, heard these words.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Good my ass!
A weak, powerless three-second man!
Even ten perfect tonics couldn't fix this waste.
Not long after,
noisy sounds came from outside the courtyard.
"Third Brother!"
"Little San!"
"Third Brother~"
Three figures quickly rushed through the door.
Seeing who had arrived,
Tang San quickly greeted them: "Fatty, Little Ao, Boss Dai! Long time no see!"
"How annoying, didn't I tell you to call me Sister Dai~"
Five years ago,
Dai Mubai was just a sissy.
But now he was even more alluring than a transvestite.
His beard and Adam's apple had long disappeared, and his skin had become tender.
Wearing a dress with makeup on his face,
there was no trace of masculinity left.
After teasing Tang San,
Dai Mubai didn't forget to wink at Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang's old face turned red, and he quickly lowered his head.
His eyes secretly glanced toward Liu Erlong.
As if afraid she would see him like this.
Looking at the other two,
Ma Hongjun had grown increasingly fat due to his evil fire becoming more intense.
And Oscar—
who knows what he experienced these five years—
had become extremely thin and weak.
Looking completely drained.
As if a light touch would make him collapse immediately.
Faced with Dai Mubai's coquettishness,
Tang San only felt nauseous.
But he forced himself not to vomit.
Smiling, he said: "Long time no see, everyone. How have you been these five years?"
Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Oscar
exchanged glances.
They said in unison: "Very good!"
Suddenly,
Ma Hongjun sensed a familiar aura from Tang San.
This aura was exactly the same as when his evil fire erupted.
Tang San noticed that besides these three,
Zhuqing and Tai Long were not present.
"What about Zhuqing and Tai Long? Didn't they come together?" Tang San inquired.
Oscar replied: "Zhuqing is busy training and doesn't have time to come. Tai Long is with his grandfather."
"What about the dean and Teacher Zhao?" Tang San asked again.
Yu Xiaogang spoke up: "A few days ago, a child with innate spirit power of level seven awakened in Lanpa'er Town. Flender and Zhao Wuji went to recruit him. They should be back soon."
"innate spirit power level seven?"
"I bet his essence and blood taste much better than those wastes."
Tang San's crimson eyes gleamed with coldness.
The bloodlust suppressed for so long
made his whole body itch.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, his eyes revealing a chill as he asked: "Little San, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine, teacher. Just thinking about some things."
Tang San quickly hid that cold expression.
Yu Xiaogang continued: "By the way, Little San, you said earlier that you returned to settle things with Jin Mian. How much has your strength improved over these five years?"
As soon as these words were spoken,
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar also turned their heads.
After all, five years ago,
Tang San's level had already reached Spirit King.
Now it must be even higher!
Facing everyone's curious gazes,
Tang San smiled confidently.
He stood up from the stool.
Summoning the Clear Sky Hammer, one purple and six black Soul Rings appeared—seven in total.
"My current level is already seventy-second level Battle Spirit Saint!"
"Spirit Saint!" x5
Hearing the level Tang San announced,
everyone widened their eyes in shock.
Ma Hongjun looked envious: "Heavens, Third Brother! What kind of growth speed is this? In just five years, you've gone from Spirit King to Spirit Saint! That means, on average, you've improved..."
He fiddled with his chubby hands,
using his complicated brain to calculate simple division.
"Stop calculating."
"Little San improves by four levels on average every year!"
Oscar, standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch anymore.
He directly stated the result.
"Right, four levels. I just calculated it." Ma Hongjun said with a smile.
Yu Xiaogang excitedly patted Tang San's shoulder: "Worthy of the disciple I trained. Little San, you've done very well."
While they were chatting and laughing,
Liu Erlong on the sofa stared seriously at Tang San.
Since becoming pregnant,
she had become particularly sensitive.
Especially to smells and auras.
The aura Tang San emitted the moment he activated his Martial Soul
made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Her body instinctively resisted.
Just as she was about to say something,
Flender's anxious voice came from outside the courtyard...
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