40: Chapter 40 Yu Xiaogang's Miscalculation (Eighth Update)

Yu Xiaogang stopped, turned around, and his gaze landed on Tang San, his face carrying a gentle smile that seemed to show he knew everything.

But without the buildup from before, what should he do?

In his inner urgency, he slowly spoke in that tone of knowing everything: "Tang San, you don't need to hide it from me. Actually, you have twin spirits, am I right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly, the hair all over his body stood on end, and a bone-chilling killing intent surged uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart.

twin spirits were his biggest secret; besides his father, Tang Dachui, no one else knew.

This man, whom he had never met before, had actually blurted out his secret!

According to Tang Sect rules, if someone who could discern his core secrets was an enemy, he must cut the weeds and dig up the roots to eliminate future trouble!

His fingertips slid silently toward his cuff again, the trigger of his Silent Sleeve Dart already held; as long as he applied a little force, the poisoned dart would instantly shoot toward Yu Xiaogang's throat.

But before he could make a move, Yu Xiaogang continued speaking, his tone full of absolute confidence in his own theories: "I have studied Spirit theories for decades and am most familiar with the matching rules between Spirits and Soul Power. Blue Silver Grass is a recognized trash Spirit, and even with a benign mutation, it is absolutely impossible to support Innate Full Spirit Power. There must be another extremely powerful Spirit in your body; it is the true source of your Innate Full Spirit Power. Am I right?"

Hearing this, Tang San's tense body suddenly relaxed, the killing intent in his eyes instantly faded, and he was left feeling dumbfounded.

After all that, it wasn't that he had seen through his twin spirits at all; it was purely a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse!

He had thought the other party really had some heaven-defying ability to see through the second Spirit hidden in his body, but it turned out to be just a wild guess based on some so-called theory.

Meanwhile, Lin Yue, hearing these words from Yu Xiaogang, felt the vague memories in her mind instantly become clear.

She finally remembered who this Yu Xiaogang was.

Wasn't he that famous, fame-seeking charlatan in Douluo Continent?

She often saw him in short videos, piecing together Spirit theories researched by predecessors, organizing them, and then daring to claim them as his own original research results, using this stuff to swindle people everywhere.

His own Spirit was trash, and he couldn't even make a Breakthrough to Spirit Grandmaster after a lifetime of Cultivation. Refusing to admit he was a failure, he focused all his energy on finding a Genius Spirit Master to be his Disciple, relying on the Genius's achievements to gild his own reputation and prove how amazing his theories were.

But a Genius is a Genius wherever they go; even without being taught, they could still carve out their own path. What did that have to do with his theories?

Thinking of this, the look Lin Yue gave Yu Xiaogang was instantly filled with undisguised contempt.

After finishing that speech, Yu Xiaogang crossed his arms and waited for Tang San's reaction with a look of complete confidence.

In his past life, it was these very words that made Tang San regard him as extraordinary, leading him to kneel down on the spot to become his Disciple, respectfully calling him Teacher.

As if acknowledging a father.

He waited, waiting for the youth before him to show the same shocked and adoring expression as in his past life, waiting for him to voluntarily propose becoming his Disciple.

But he waited for a long time, and Tang San just stood there quietly, his face devoid of any ripples, let alone the adoration and excitement he had anticipated; there wasn't even a single follow-up question.

The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face began to falter, and he frowned as he spoke: "What? You don't believe what I said? Or do you think my theory is wrong?"

Tang San looked up at him, his tone calm, but every word carried the force of a rebuttal: "Great Master is afraid that you have guessed wrong. I only have this one Spirit, Blue Silver Grass; there is no second Spirit."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang immediately raised his voice, his face full of disapproval: "The trash Spirit Blue Silver Grass absolutely cannot support Innate Full Spirit Power. This does not conform to the core rules of Spirits!"

"Rules?"

Tang San raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of faint mockery: "Six years ago, the incident involving the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Beast that caused such a stir across the continent—has Great Master never heard of it? The Blue Silver Emperor is the monarch of Blue Silver Grass, the top-tier plant-type Spirit on the continent. Why can't the one I Awakening be a mutated Spirit of the Blue Silver Emperor lineage? Why must there be some second Spirit?"

As soon as these words were out, Yu Xiaogang froze on the spot, his mind buzzing and going blank.

Blue Silver Emperor?

The hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast incident from six years ago?

This isn't right!

It wasn't like this in the past life!

In the past life, the secret of the Blue Silver Emperor wasn't revealed until Tang San went to the Blue Silver Forest and saw Ah Yin's true form. Before that, hardly anyone on the entire continent knew of the Blue Silver Emperor's existence, let alone some hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast incident that caused such a stir!

How could this be?

Could it be... that Tang San is also Reborn?

He stared fixedly at Tang San's face, wanting to find a trace of a flaw in the youth's expression.

But Tang San's face showed only calmness, without any of the vicissitudes or calculations of someone who had been Reborn; he looked just like a clear-minded six-year-old child.

But Tang San was very clear in his heart: regardless of whether Yu Xiaogang had really guessed it or was just guessing blindly, he absolutely could not admit the secret of his twin spirits.

Better safe than sorry.

Once he admitted it, the matter of the Clear Sky Hammer would be exposed sooner or later. At that time, his background could no longer be hidden, and all that would await him would be a continent-wide pursuit.

Just as Yu Xiaogang's mind was a chaotic mess, Lin Yue on the side suddenly sneered and spoke, her voice clear and bright, yet every word stabbed into Yu Xiaogang's heart like a knife.

"Alright, stop acting mysterious here, Great Trash Gang, who doesn't know your little secrets?"

Yu Xiaogang turned his head sharply to look at her, his face sinking: "What do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean?"

Lin Yue crossed her arms, looking at him with a face full of contempt: "Aren't you just a fame-seeking charlatan? You piece together Spirit theories researched by your predecessors, organize them, and then dare to claim them as results you painstakingly researched yourself, swindling people everywhere. Do you really think everyone on the continent is a fool?"

"Your own Spirit is trash, and you haven't achieved anything after a lifetime of Cultivation. Refusing to admit you are a failure, you focus all your energy on finding a Genius Spirit Master to be your Disciple, wanting to rely on the Genius's achievements to prove you aren't a failure. But if you really had real ability, why not find someone with a truly trash Spirit and teach them to become a Genius? That would be real ability."

She took a step forward, the disdain in her eyes intensifying: "To put it plainly, you just want to find Geniuses like us to gild your own reputation. But a Genius is a Genius wherever they go; even if a pig came, it would become strong if it was meant to. What does that have to do with your lousy theories?"

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes instantly brightened, and his heart suddenly became clear.

So that was it; it turned out this Yu Xiaogang wasn't some Great Master of theory at all, but just a charlatan who stole other people's research results, wanted to swindle him into becoming his Disciple, and wanted to rely on his talent to gild his own reputation!

This kind of person is simply seeking his own death.