Douluo: I Am Unparalleled in the World

Tang San slightly turned his head, still looking out of the window.

It seemed as if all the strife in the dormitory had nothing to do with him.

After all, now that Ye Feng had lost, what did it have to do with him, Tang San? Let him deal with it himself.

"Sigh…"

Ye Feng sighed.

He walked out of the dormitory feeling utterly dejected.

Who would have thought that even after two lifetimes, he would still be so miserable? He'd better go find Master again. Without the System, relying on his mentor to get in touch with higher-ups might give him a chance to grow in the future.

That's what Ye Feng thought to himself.

After he left, the dormitory resumed its normal activities.

Xiaowu lay on the beds Ye Feng had exerted great effort to push together, rolling around comfortably on the neatly made bed.

Meanwhile, Tang San returned to his own bed.

He sat down.

In his mind, he replayed the scene where he had fought with Xiaowu.

Wang Sheng and the others continued to shower Xiaowu and Tang San with compliments inside the dorm.

As if they were the only two people left in life.

He, Ye Feng, still had no presence.

At Nuoding Junior College, the loft of Yu Xiaogang, the Master, was on the top floor of the faculty building.

Ye Feng was determined to become a disciple of Master today.

Truth be told, if he had the System, he wouldn't have condescended to become Yu Xiaogang's disciple, but what could he do now without the System? He might very well freeze to death tonight!

Why? Because no one was willing to lend him bedding.

As for staying with his dorm mates, judging by today's atmosphere, it also seemed impossible.

Sunset, a distant orange glow.

Ye Feng, on an empty stomach, arrived at Master's loft on the top floor.

Don't ask why he wasn't eating; he simply had no money.

Back in Holy Spirit Village, he was just a pitiful orphan!

So where was he supposed to get money from?

Until his salary from his part-time job came in, he could only get by looking on.

"Knock knock…"

Ye Feng adjusted his mindset at the door before knocking on the loft where the Master lived.

"Come in."

A very indifferent voice came from inside.

"Why is it you?"

Entering, there was a study and a man dressed in black clothes slightly raised his head, his gaze growing colder upon seeing Ye Feng.

"Teacher, today I am…"

"Stop! The word 'teacher' is not to be used lightly, and I am not your teacher."

Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, the Master directly interrupted him.

He had thought it was Tang San.

He did not expect it to be Ye Feng, the one with a level-2 Soul Power and the Scythe Martial Soul.

Like an annoying plaster, truly detestable.

"But, teacher, I really, really want to study theory with you. I have also learned about your 'Martial Soul's Core Competitive Powers' and understand some of it."

Ye Feng was desperate.

If the other party tested him, he would pull out some memories from his previous life.

He was somewhat familiar with the 'Martial Soul's Core Competitive Powers' patchwork that Yu Xiaogang came up with.

That should surely see him through the test.

As a disciple of the Master, he surely wouldn't starve to death, and freezing seemed unlikely as well.

After all, people have to solve their most basic needs first.

To eat, to sleep warmly and comfortably!

Especially since the climate in Notting City was a bit on the colder side.

"Ha, Martial Soul's Core Competitive Powers? You learned? Understand a bit? Truly shameless. That's the work of most of my life. Don't think you can bluff someone just because you've learned a word or two!"

Upon hearing Ye Feng utter such words, Yu Xiaogang laughed.

Just for the sake of becoming his disciple, the lengths he would go to!

Unfortunately, did Yu Xiaogang seem that easily fooled?

"This…"

Ye Feng was at a loss.

He never expected Master to answer him in such a way.

"Perhaps I wasn't clear enough in my refusal during the day, which gave you hope. Now, let me make it clear to you, a piece of trash with a mere initial Soul Power of level 2, and a so-called junk-grade Scythe Martial Soul, has no right to be my apprentice!"

Master's expression was cold.

"But I can try hard to lear..."

"Try hard? Tang San has Innate full soul power, with a bit of effort he can become a Titled Douluo in the future. And you? With your level 2 Soul Power and a broken scythe, you will definitely not break through level 30. What use is trying in this case? You were simply not born to be one of us!"

Just as Ye Feng was about to finish speaking, Master directly cut him off.

And did so in a stern tone.

He didn't leave him an ounce of dignity!

After hearing this, Ye Feng was devastated.

He hung his head low.

There were words he wanted to hurl at Master!

But how could he, so powerless, the words stuck in his throat!

"Master, do I really have no chance?"

Ye Feng buried all his grievances in his heart.

He looked up and asked Master.

"I've told you, we're not on the same path, and you don't have the qualifications to be my, Yu Xiaogang's, apprentice. Get out of here. Also, deliver a message for me. Tell Tang San to wait for me tomorrow morning underneath the yellow-topped carriage at the school gate's station. I will take him to find a Soul Ring."

Master looked at Ye Feng indifferently.

Then gave him orders to deliver the message.

"To find a Soul Ring? Master, may I come along to witness it?"

At these words, Ye Feng's eyes lit up with hope.

It is said the System will appear when the host is in danger.

It was a perfect opportunity to test it.

What if he awakened the System!

"You don't need to go, just take the message to Tang San!"

Master, without even looking up from his book, responded to Ye Feng with a voice that was nothing but ice-cold.

"Master, couldn't you take me as an outer sect disciple? While you're away, I could clean the study, do all sorts of menial tasks."

Ye Feng forced a smile and asked Master.

Humble! He had never imagined he would be so humble in his life!

But in this world, how can you rise without a backer if you are not humble?!

Who would want to be humble if they could help it?

"Get out!"

However, what Ye Feng could never have anticipated happened the next second.

The sharp corner of a book was hurtling toward him!

Master threw the very book he was reading straight at the barely six-year-old Ye Feng!

"Ah—"

It hit him right on the head.

Instantly, Ye Feng felt an unprecedented piercing pain.

"Get out of my sight immediately! With your worth, you will never qualify to be my disciple, Yu Xiaogang, in this lifetime!!"

Master roared coldly, slamming the table!

Ridiculous!

It was utterly ridiculous!

Yu Xiaogang, after all, was a former Young Master of the noble Blue Electric Overlord Dragon Clan. Would he accept a piece of trash with only level 2 Soul Power as an apprentice?

It would be a disgrace to their noble Blue Electric Overlord Dragon lineage!

Besides, Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls. He could help himself pursue the core competitiveness of the Martial Soul, but what could Ye Feng do?

Menial tasks?

He didn't need someone for menial tasks!

Allowing him into this attic was already giving him face, yet he repeatedly failed to appreciate it!!

At this moment, Ye Feng bolted out of the attic.

He was frightened.

Upon reaching the ground floor, he felt a huge bump swelling on his head.

Yu Xiaogang didn't hold back; if that book had hit between the eyes or had he struck again, Ye Feng feared he might have been left lying there permanently!

Indeed, when you are strong enough, the world shows you kindness; otherwise, all you receive is malice!

Just like Yu Xiaogang now!

You'll remember this, for the tables may turn in thirty years—don't ever underestimate the poor youth!