Humiliation

Nuoding Academy.

Academic Affairs Office.

"What did you say? A six-year-old Soul Master?" Grandmaster slammed a hand onto the table and stared at Director Su in disbelief.

"That's right. I tested him personally yesterday. An eleventh-level Soul Master, without a doubt," Director Su said with a smile.

Exchanging a glance with Tang San, Grandmaster's face was filled with shock.

Six years old, eleventh level. Didn't that clearly mean another genius with Innate Full Soul Power?

Could this be a gift from heaven?

To encounter two geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power in such a short time! Was this fate's compensation for me?

Though I, Yu Xiaogang, have a defective Martial Soul and have suffered endless humiliation, my future students will surely become renowned across the continent!

At that moment, Zhao Ming had already become his student in his mind.

"Where is he now?" The eyes on Grandmaster's haggard old face suddenly lit up as he asked excitedly.

"He's been assigned to Dormitory Seven, just like Tang San," Director Su said, frowning.

Having received Director Su's answer, Grandmaster pulled Tang San along and turned to leave.

"Pfft, look how anxious he is! Could he be planning to take Zhao Ming as his disciple?"

"I'd say that's probably it."

"Should we stop him? Tang San is one thing, but Zhao Ming is a true genius. We can't let Grandmaster ruin him."

"Enough. Grandmaster is the headmaster's friend. Don't make careless judgments. No one has proven his theories correct, but no one has proven them wrong either."

"Director, even if he is the headmaster's friend, he can't just take students from our academy as disciples. He isn't even a teacher here. He's poaching our academy's students."

"That's right. I think Director Su would be the most suitable teacher for Zhao Ming."

Director Su frowned as he listened.

That was right. Since when could students of our academy be taken as disciples whenever he pleased?

Tang San was one thing, since he had a useless Martial Soul. But Zhao Ming... although he did not know what Zhao Ming's Martial Soul was, he knew for certain that the boy was a genius.

"Forget it. If Zhao Ming is willing, there's nothing we can do about it," Director Su said. Yet his dissatisfaction with Grandmaster deepened by several degrees.

"Teacher, does that person also have Twin Martial Souls?" Tang San asked with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know, but it's very likely. Since ancient times, the number of geniuses recorded as possessing Innate Full Soul Power can be counted on one hand."

"The vast majority of them had Twin Martial Souls. If they had only one Martial Soul, then it had to be an extraordinarily powerful one." As they walked, Grandmaster explained this to Tang San.

They moved quickly. Grandmaster was clearly very familiar with the place and led Tang San straight to Dormitory Seven.

At that moment, Zhao Ming was lying on his bed with his legs propped against the bedframe, looking utterly relaxed.

He had already asked around yesterday. Nuoding Academy's enrollment period only lasted three days. Counting from yesterday, there were only today and tomorrow left for admissions. So if Xiao Wu did not arrive tomorrow, she would come the day after.

For this, Zhao Ming had already prepared everything in advance.

Brand-new, beautiful bedding, the only light-purple bed curtain in the dormitory. To be safe, he had even bought a large bag of carrots.

This was the beauty of knowing the plot!

"Grandmaster?" Just as Zhao Ming was imagining his wonderful future life with Xiao Wu, a surprised voice rang out in the dormitory.

Grandmaster? What Grandmaster?

Still dazed, Zhao Ming seemed to realize something and looked toward the door.

A middle-aged man and a child stood in the doorway.

The middle-aged man had short hair and an ordinary appearance. He was slightly hunched over, exuding an air of decadence and laziness.

The child wore simple clothes, with patches even sewn onto some parts. He had short black hair and slightly dark skin.

Grandmaster and Tang San? A faint smile crossed Zhao Ming's lips.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Ming, the head of Dormitory Seven." Zhao Ming stepped forward and spoke.

"You're Zhao Ming?" Grandmaster and Tang San exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"You know me?"

"Director Su just mentioned you to us. Truly, heroes emerge in their youth!" Grandmaster praised.

"Oh, right. My name is Tang San, and I'm also from Dormitory Seven. This is my teacher. You can call him Grandmaster." Tang San pointed at Grandmaster as he spoke.

"Grandmaster? The Grandmaster known as the number one Martial Soul theorist on the continent?" Zhao Ming feigned surprise, his expression becoming deliberately exaggerated.

"These are merely empty titles." Grandmaster shook his head, though inwardly he could not help feeling pleased with himself.

In his view, since Zhao Ming knew of his reputation, he would surely not refuse if he offered to take him as a disciple.

"No, no, no. Grandmaster's scholarship is famous throughout the world. Though you are no longer in the Spirit World, legends of you still spread across the entire continent."

"Good, good, good! Well said!" Grandmaster shouted. He had not expected to have such a young admirer in the Spirit World.

"Then are you willing to take me as your teacher?" Grandmaster asked excitedly.

"No! I'm! Not!"

Raising an eyebrow, Zhao Ming slowly spat out the three words.

"Good disciple, then we shall... Wait, what did you say?" Grandmaster's words abruptly stopped halfway through. His face twisted into an ugly expression as though he were constipated.

"Pfft!"

"Haha!" Seeing this, the members of Dormitory Seven could not help bursting into laughter.

Frowning, Grandmaster could not help asking, "Why? Don't you want to study Martial Soul theory with me?"

"There's no other reason. It's just that my Martial Soul is too poor. I'm afraid it wouldn't be worthy of Grandmaster's notice."

So that was the reason? Grandmaster sighed in relief and said calmly, "There are no useless Martial Souls in this world, only useless Soul Masters. Even if your Martial Soul is poor, as long as you work hard, you will eventually achieve something."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true," Grandmaster said righteously.

"Then may I ask why Grandmaster still hasn't broken through to Soul Elder?"

"Could Grandmaster be the legendary useless Soul Master? Then forget it. I don't need a useless person to teach me." Zhao Ming shrugged.

"You!"

Grandmaster clutched his chest, his face alternating between green and white. He finally understood. The person before him was humiliating him. Yet he had no way to refute it.

"Shut up! You're not allowed to slander my teacher!" Tang San could no longer endure it and glared at Zhao Ming furiously. At that moment, every bit of goodwill he had toward Zhao Ming was gone.

"Slander? I never slandered him. 'There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters' was something Grandmaster said himself. Tell me, am I wrong?"

"Boss is right. Grandmaster admitted it himself."

"Yeah! I heard the teacher say that Grandmaster's Martial Soul can only fart. It's completely useless."

Never ones to fear making a scene bigger, they all joined in.

At that moment, Zhao Ming's image in their hearts had risen to an extremely lofty level.

"Pfft!" Humiliated so thoroughly, Grandmaster finally could not hold back. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Zhao Ming looked calmly at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang on the ground, without the slightest trace of sympathy.

Yu Xiaogang was trash. Trash at cultivation, and someone who toyed with girls' feelings.

To gain access to Spirit Hall's archives, he deliberately approached Bibi Dong when she was still Spirit Hall's Saintess. After learning what he wanted, he turned around and nurtured Tang San to betray Spirit Hall.

Besides, Yu Xiaogang had researched Martial Souls so deeply, yet he could not see Liu Erlong's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline? Who would believe that? He called himself Grandmaster, yet he could not see that? Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill existed because of their close blood relation, and he could not see that? Give me a break. Yu Xiaogang simply wanted to be with Liu Erlong so that he could become the leader of the Golden Iron Triangle.

However, what Yu Xiaogang had not expected was that Qian Xunji would die so quickly. Once Qian Xunji died, he could return to Bibi Dong's side. The despicable man then brought the innocent, unsuspecting Liu Erlong back to the Yu Family and let the Yu Family separate them.

Now that he was at Nuoding Academy, he was probably waiting for Qian Daoliu to die, or for Bibi Dong to grow powerful enough, so that he could return to her side.

A despicable piece of trash like Yu Xiaogang drifted between Tang San, Liu Erlong, and Bibi Dong, reaping benefits. Whether Tang San became powerful or Spirit Hall became powerful, he could keep switching sides anyway.

Others might not see what Yu Xiaogang was really like, but as someone of the same kind, Zhao Ming naturally saw it clearly.

Still, though Zhao Ming considered himself despicable, he would not harm those who truly loved him. His despicability would only be directed at his enemies.