Chapter 99 Xiaosan, Don't Cry, Your Master is Even More Miserable_1

"No, no, why is my 'Cultivation Level' still dropping?"

"Please stop lowering, I can't afford to drop any further."

Yu Xiaogang was frantically feeling the fluctuation of Soul Power within his body, his previously stabilized 'Cultivation Level' was now plummeting violently.

It felt like a leaking balloon, with a 'poof', it just nose-dived.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't understand why.

He wasn't looking at the content on the stone wall anymore, was he?

So why was his 'Cultivation Level' still dropping?

It had just stopped for a brief moment, and now it was falling again; it broke his spirit.

Yu Xiaogang only felt his spirit collapse, he sat down on the ground with a thud, his eyes dull and his face pale.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, filled with despair. In just a short period of time, his 'Cultivation Level' had plummeted to level 20.

Level 20—if it weren't for the restrictions of the Soul Ring, he feared he would have fallen even more. Yu Xiaogang, with an innate half-level Soul Power, found cultivating to level 29 incredibly arduous. From level 20 to level 29, it took him a full ten years.

Was he now supposed to cultivate for another ten years?

The results of ten years of cultivation had been reduced to nothing in an instant, and he could no longer hold back, blood gushing from his mouth.

Ten years, that was a whole decade of harsh cultivation!

And now, with only a 'Cultivation Level' of 20, who knows how many would mock him. More importantly, did his massive regression in 'Cultivation Level' imply that his talent was lacking? Was his comprehension not up to par? Wouldn't he be subjected to even more ridicule in the future? And now, those people had found a reason to mock him.

Thinking of all this, his mind crumbled even more, and blood kept trickling from the corners of his mouth.

Why?

Why was he a failure?

Yu Xiaogang, son of Patriarch Yu Yuanzhen, was of noble status, so why had it come to this? With an innate half-level of Soul Power, reaching level 29 was already difficult enough. He had managed to cultivate to such a standard, only to fall back to level 20. Was this the heavens' punishment?

What had he done to deserve this?

Since he was a child, he was bullied at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Then, at the Martial Soul Hall, he was targeted by Qian Xun Ji and others from the Martial Soul Hall. It was with great difficulty that he took on a talented disciple, thinking he had prospects for the future, but now everything had turned out this way.

"That's right, Xiaosan, Xiaosan absolutely must not be in trouble," Yu Xiaogang exclaimed madly, his eyes shifting to Tang San, wanting to see what had become of his precious disciple.

A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, but it was quickly extinguished.

Seeing Tang San's condition plunged him deeper into despair.

Why was his precious disciple Tang San losing 'Cultivation Level' as well?

If his comprehension wasn't enough, was Xiaosan's not enough either?

Xiaosan was a genius with Twin Martial Souls.

On the entire Continent, only Bi Bidong and Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls!

How could such a genius lack comprehension?

Yu Xiaogang didn't dare to think further, he directly kicked Tang San's buttocks, waking him from the state of 'Cultivation Level' regression with a kick.

"Teacher?" Tang San woke from his epiphany, astonished as he looked at his mentor, not understanding why he would kick him. He was just on the brink of an epiphany, about to have a breakthrough.

He could feel his "Cultivation Level" rapidly advancing during the epiphany, and had it not been for the restrictions of the Soul Ring, he might have reached level 35. His aptitude for comprehension was truly remarkable!

Ning Rongrong was also a genius, but her insight wasn't as high as his.

After all, he was a transmigrator!

Could anyone's insight really compare to his?

"Xiaosan, your 'Cultivation Level'?" Brock looked at Tang San, his expression one of utter collapse.

The regression of Tang San's 'Cultivation Level' was heart-wrenchingly unbearable for him. It didn't matter much if his own 'Cultivation Level' regressed, as his achievements in cultivation were mediocre at best. But Tang San was different; he was Brock's only hope. If Tang San couldn't make a name for himself on the Continent, how would Brock ever rise in power? How would he ever earn others' respect?

More importantly, if Tang San's potential was squandered under his guidance, not only would Brock fail to earn respect from others, but he would also be subjected to merciless ridicule by everyone.

A genius with Twin Martial Souls was rare in the history of the Continent, but to waste such a level of Soul Master would bring unimaginable shame upon Brock.

"My 'Cultivation Level,' why has my 'Cultivation Level' dropped?" Tang San staggered back two steps, his face ashen. Wasn't he already possessing the capacity of a level 35 Soul Power during the epiphany? With just one more Soul Ring, he could break through to level 35 or above. But what was happening now? His Soul Power capacity was only at level 25, his 'Cultivation Level' had decreased!

Why was this happening?

Were all his insights during the epiphany merely illusions?

Why was his 'Cultivation Level' not increasing but decreasing instead?

Was he not a genius but a complete failure?

How was that possible? How could he not be a genius?

Tang San glared angrily at the stone wall before him, convinced it must be the fault of the wall; otherwise, how could his 'Cultivation Level' possibly regress?

"But why can she break through? And now she's already at level 28." Tang San spoke with disbelief, glancing at the girl in a white dress beside him, somewhat unwilling to believe it. Could it be that his innate talent and comprehension were inferior to hers?

At this moment, Ning Rongrong's 'Cultivation Level' had already broken through to level 28. Born with respectable talent and raised in the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect, Rongrong had consumed many heavenly treasures from a young age. These energies were now being excavated through her epiphany, causing her 'Cultivation Level' to surge explosively.

The drastic increase in Rongrong's 'Cultivation Level' contrasted sharply with the collapse of both Tang San and Brock's 'Cultivation Levels,' making it even harder for them to accept. They struggled not only with their own regression but also with the realization that their talents and insights were inferior to another's.

"Teacher, my 'Cultivation Level' has regressed by four levels. I…" There was a hint of despair on Tang San's face. Even for a genius, it would take a year to climb from level 25 to level 29. Such a regression over a year could cause him to fall behind his peers significantly.

Formerly, as a standout among his peers at level 29, he no longer looked much like a genius after this loss. How could he possibly accept this?

If this had happened previously, he might have accepted it, but now he faced a formidable enemy!

With his 'Cultivation Level' decreased, how could he confront Xu Ran? How could he rescue Precious Xiao Wu? The very thought of Xu Ran possibly holding Precious Xiao Wu at this moment, doing who knows what, while he lacked the strength to save her and his 'Cultivation Level' had lowered, filled his heart with endless pain.

"Xiaosan, don't be heartbroken, I know what you're feeling right now."

"Look at my 'Cultivation Level,' it's only at level 20 now, I've regressed a whole nine levels, and it's uncertain whether I can ever recultivate back to where I was. Look at me, then you'll know that you're still fortunate," Brock said, embracing Tang San, filled with resentment at this very moment.

He felt as if the heavens themselves were against them, master and disciple.

"Teacher…" Feeling the 'Cultivation Level' of Brock, which had dropped even more drastically than his own, somewhat eased Tang San's heart. Although miserable, his teacher was doing even worse. Compared to him, he felt significantly better.

At the same time, he felt sympathy for his teacher. Before, their relationship was that of an ordinary master and apprentice, but now they were more like friends. Because only the two of them could truly understand each other's emotions.

At this moment, Tang San and Grandmaster huddled together, a cold wind blowing by, highlighting their desolate state.