Douluo: Wuhun Bone Dragon, I am the Undead Scourge

Chapter 113 Yu Xiaogang's defenses are completely broken

"The theories in this book, not to mention the whole book, are at least 95% completely wrong. Many of them are even pieced together from various theoretical books. If we organize them and expose Yu Xiaogang's behavior, wouldn't public opinion reverse?"

"As the seasons change, right and wrong will be debated by the great scholars for us."

"In the end, if you want to make it in the world of Soul Masters, you still have to rely on your own strength. This Yu Xiaogang doesn't think about how to properly study the theory of Martial Souls, but spends all his time thinking about these crooked and evil ways."

After saying that, Ning Fengzhi shook his head and chuckled, his eyes full of mockery.

It's unbelievable that Old Dragon, a man of great wisdom and prowess throughout his life, had such a fine son.

This is truly a perfect example of a tiger father and a dog son!

……

Another few days passed.

Notting City.

Inside the faculty offices at Notting College, hushed whispers spread like a spiderweb.

"I never imagined that the master would be this kind of person."

A newly hired young teacher shook his head and sighed, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you can't judge a book by its cover. I used to think that he had painstakingly researched those theories, but it turns out that a lot of them were just cobbled together."

Another older teacher scoffed.

"Don't say that, he's a noble master—" someone deliberately dragged out the words, the sarcasm in their tone almost tangible.

"What master? He's nothing but a joke. When he first came to the academy, I actually thought he had some extraordinary abilities, but now it seems... humph!"

"Shh-"

A teacher suddenly lowered his voice and leaned closer to the group mysteriously: "I'll tell you something, but don't tell anyone else... I heard that his martial spirit is a pig!"

The man deliberately dragged out his words, the mockery clearly evident.

"real or fake?"

The crowd gathered around.

"How could it be fake? A few days ago I went to buy groceries and saw him feeding that pig carrots with my own eyes. What's even more ridiculous is that the pig farted after eating, and the smell almost made me throw up my dinner from the night before!"

The man described it vividly, which caused a suppressed burst of laughter to erupt in the office.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. "Oh, the Master is here!"

Yu Xiaogang pushed open the office door, his brows immediately furrowing.

Another moment passed.

Seeing that the group not only didn't get up to greet him, but were also chatting, Yu Xiaogang, who always thought highly of himself, couldn't stand it.
Feeling slighted, he angrily retorted, "Don't you guys have anything to do? Did the dean spend so much money to hire you to slack off?"

He thought that these teachers would apologize in hushed tones as usual and return to their workstations to work diligently.

However, instead of his usual obsequious apology, he was met with an eerie silence.

The teachers in the office stopped what they were doing and looked at him with almost disdain, as if they were watching a clown.

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, and veins throbbed in his temples: "This is outrageous! Are you trying to rebel? Do you believe I'll go tell the dean right now?"

"As you please."

A gentle yet sharp voice rang out. The refined young man, Mohen, stood up and looked directly into Yu Xiaogang's eyes: "I don't know where we offended you, this 'brilliantly talented' master. Since you want to complain, feel free to do so."

"you!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened. He couldn't understand why his usual tricks had failed him today.

Aren't they afraid of reporting to the dean and losing their jobs?
Mohen sneered, his eyes full of mockery: "Yu Xiaogang, you think you're something special just because we call you a master? You're always bossing us around, thinking you're so high and mighty. Open your eyes and see, it's rest time!"

"If your eyesight is poor, you can donate to someone in need."

"I kindly reminded you, but not only did you not listen, you even insulted me!"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage and turned to leave, shouting, "Hmph, you just wait!"

He deliberately slowed his pace, still clinging to a sliver of hope that the others would try to persuade him to stay.

But all that answered him were sneers and whispers behind him. By now, everyone had already seen through Yu Xiaogang.

In the past, everyone's respect for Yu Xiaogang came from the dean's instructions.

Although everyone scoffed at Yu Xiaogang's theories, he was at least a theoretical master appointed by the Spirit Hall. People might gossip about him behind his back, but they would still give him some face when they met.

But now, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has torn off the fig leaf it was using to cover up Yu Xiaogang's true colors.

Why would anyone tolerate him?
Not to mention Yu Xiaogang's true colors, which are truly something that has angered both heaven and man.

Discarded disciples kicked out by sects, plagiarized theories, and those who spread false opinions and mislead students...

Any one of these factors, if applied to a person, would be enough to crush them and prevent them from ever recovering.

Yu Xiaogang actually has three of them, which is like having all the buffs stacked up.

Mohen revealed a look that suggested he had already seen through her, and waved his hand: "Go, go quickly."

Yu Xiaogang was so angry that his teeth itched. He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He certainly couldn't actually file a complaint; that would be beneath his dignity as a master.

But with nowhere to vent his anger, Yu Xiaogang became more and more depressed.

He couldn't understand why these people were acting like they'd taken the wrong medicine today.

Feeling agitated after leaving his office, Yu Xiaogang unknowingly walked to the entrance of the college.

Looking at the bustling crowds on Notting Street, he suddenly remembered his article criticizing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Perhaps listening to the public's reaction would make me feel better?
With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath and stepped into the bustling crowd.

As they walked further and further away, Yu Xiaogang gradually noticed something was amiss.

Countless gazes felt like needles on his back, which secretly pleased him. Could it be that fans recognized him and wanted his autograph?
So, will he give it to me or not?

Would giving it away make my signature seem cheap?

Will not giving it to them hurt the fans' feelings?

Just as Yu Xiaogang was immersed in his own world.

Suddenly, a cacophony of voices reached Yu Xiaogang's ears.

"Hey, isn't that Yu Xiaogang?"

"It's true, how can this person still have the nerve to show his face?"

"This is simply misleading the youth! I wonder why that little brat from the Niu family next door dropped out of Notting Academy after less than a year, insisting on proving himself. It's all because of his twisted logic, 'There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters!'"

"Why don't people like that just die?"

"What else could it be? Heaven is blind! Good people don't live long, but evil people live on for a thousand years!"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned from red to white, and his legs suddenly felt weak.

He staggered and grabbed the wall for support, his mind echoing with the thought: "Why? My theory is clearly ahead of its time!"

But soon, Yu Xiaogang forced back a trace of arrogance, pretending to be calm while sneering inwardly: "It must be someone from a powerful family who is jealous of me and deliberately hired someone to humiliate me and suppress my Dao heart."

"Hmph, I admit it, you big families, you win!"

"However, I, Yu Xiaogang, will not back down so easily!"

"I am a noble master!!!"

Not far away, a clear child's voice suddenly rang out: "Mommy, why is that uncle standing in the crowd grinning like an idiot?"

"Tuantuan, that person is an idiot. You should eat your food properly, or you'll end up like him."

"Huh? Mom, I don't want to! Tuantuan will eat obediently!"

Yu Xiaogang felt a buzzing in his ears. All his pride and self-esteem collapsed at that moment. He could no longer hold on. His vision went black, and he fell straight to the ground, completely unconscious.

The people around him merely glanced at him indifferently, showing no intention of paying him any attention.

(End of this chapter)