yu Xiogang hehehe..

Arriving at the gates of Nuoding Soul Master Academy, Tang Yin already knew what was about to happen. So, naturally, he began plotting—How can I pit Yu Xiaogang this time?

Just like in the original world, the guard was itching for trouble. He pushed Old Jack to the ground and sneered, "A bunch of country bumpkins from some broken village daring to present fake Soul Hall certificate?"

Tang Yin clenched his fists. In that moment, he really wanted to kill the guard—but he held himself back. Exploding now would only make him stand out. No, this was something to be avenged later.

"You!" Old Jack coughed and stumbled back to his feet, raising his cane as if ready to whack the guard across the head.

Meanwhile, Tang San was moments away from sending a hidden weapon straight into the guard's throat. But just then, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang appeared—right on cue, as if he hadn't been stalking them from the shadows the entire time.

"Stop!" he said dramatically, his voice smooth and righteous. "You're getting more and more out of hand. Apologies, elder—would you mind handing me their certificates?" he asked with a greasy smile that made him look like a sleazy uncle.

(Yes, you heard that right. Yu Xiaogang was peeking—or rather, hunting—for a talented disciple. Why else would he loiter in this backwater academy like a freeloading ghost? Hope. He was clinging to the hope of rising again... of retaliating against Spirit Hall for humiliating him. You don't seriously think him showing up like some savior was just a coincidence, do you?)

After examining the certificate, Yu Xiaogang froze upon seeing Tang San's martial soul and innate full soul power. A twitch formed at the corner of his lips—a disgusting smile slowly spreading like oil on water.

"Hm…" Tang Yin narrowed his eyes. Just like in the donghua, the man looked like a greasy old uncle with a hooked nose.

"My, my… what did Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong ever see in this man? No looks, no strength, and aside from his plagiarized book, no real achievements. Haah… no wonder they call this world Love Brain Continent."

Shaking his head in amusement, Tang Yin's gaze grew resolute. "No. I have to change this world… and become the true savior of Douluo Dalu."

While he was lost in thought, Old Jack had already entrusted the twins to the Grandmaster and taken his leave. But Yu Xiaogang? He completely ignored Tang Yin, focusing instead on Tang San. Then, as if coaxing a child, he turned to Tang Yin with barely concealed contempt.

"There's something I need to discuss with Tang San. Could you give us a moment?" he asked with that same pompous tone and a look of superiority.

Seeing the disdain in the Grandmaster's eyes, Tang Yin smirked darkly. "Yu Xiaogang, oh Yu Xiaogang… you're a half-dead soul master with half-decent soul power. And you're looking down on me? Heh… you're practically begging me to scheme against you."

He knew the man was about to reveal Tang San's twin martial souls. Tang Yin didn't want to be the third wheel in this makeshift father-son reunion. Why? Simple—if they weren't close enough, it wouldn't be as fun to pit them alongside each other later.

Before walking away, Tang Yin made a little "mental suggestion" to Yu Xiaogang: "Make sure to deliver new bed sheets to Tang Yin's room—with ten gold coins."

And to Tang San, another suggestion: "Spend two hours with Grandmaster and ask him about soul masters."

(Suggestion? Nah. That's a command.)

With that done, Tang Yin swaggered toward the registration room, listed himself as a working student, and asked around until he finally found the dormitory.

The moment he stepped in, he was greeted with violence. The so-called "boss" of the working students, Wang Sheng, lunged at him with a flying kick. Unbothered, Tang Yin raised his hand and caught the kick midair, absorbing the kinetic force.

"Bunch of kids…" he muttered, shaking his head with a sigh.

Wang Sheng and his minions froze in disbelief.

Tang Yin wasn't in the mood to waste words. With a lazy movement, he returned the absorbed force with a counter-kick to Wang Sheng's chest, launching him across the room and straight into a bed, where he promptly passed out.

"What's your deal?" Tang Yin asked arrogantly, brushing invisible dust off his shoulder.

The other students explained the "tradition": bully the weak, fear the strong. Survival of the fittest.

After a few minutes, Wang Sheng regained consciousness and, now much more humble, solemnly accepted Tang Yin as his new boss.

Tang Yin looked at the kid and felt tears threaten to form. "Boss of a bunch of children… How far have I fallen?" He coughed to cover his embarrassment and gave a slow, dignified nod.