Unable to Be Friends, Only Enemies!

Chu Fan knew that Tang San had only made the impulsive decision to take him as his teacher after witnessing his strength. Even if he did not detest Tang San, he would not have accepted him. Tang San had originally intended to become Yu Xiaogang's disciple.

Only after seeing him utterly crush Yu Xiaogang had Tang San abandoned his original intentions and chosen him instead.

Who knew whether someone with such an unsteady heart would sell him out for profit in the future?

Besides, he already detested Tang San. He could not accept favors from someone he hated, and likewise, anyone he hated could forget about gaining even the slightest benefit from him.

Having his warm face met with a cold shoulder, Tang San felt his self-esteem wounded. The admiration in his eyes instantly turned into resentment as he looked at Chu Fan.

"Article Three of the Xuantian Bao Lu - General Principles: Once you determine that your opponent is an enemy, as long as they have a reason to die, do not show mercy. Otherwise, you will only bring trouble upon yourself."

"Chu Fan, since we cannot be master and disciple, nor can we be friends, then we can only be enemies!"

In his previous life,

Tang San had been a member of the Tang Sect, and his methods had been exceedingly ruthless.

In this life, he had arrived on this new continent. Aside from his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, he also possessed a hammer. Yet he had never expected to be looked down upon so badly.

Tang San clenched his fists and glared at Chu Fan with hatred, swearing in his heart. Chu Fan, one day, I will surpass you and let you know what it feels like to be humiliated.

Upon hearing this, Grandmaster slowly rose to his feet and glared fiercely at Chu Fan's retreating figure. "Chu Fan, I'll remember this grudge."

"Do you want to defeat him?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Tang San.

Tang San turned around and saw Grandmaster standing behind him, glaring at Chu Fan with the same hatred.

He nodded at Grandmaster.

"Tang San, are you willing to take me as your teacher?

"As long as you are willing to become my disciple, one day, I will let you surpass that arrogant Chu Fan!" Grandmaster said heavily.

Seeing Grandmaster take the initiative to invite him, Tang San nodded. "Grandmaster, I am willing. One day, I will trample him beneath my feet and make him regret what he did today."

Tang San knew that the Grandmaster before him had uncovered the secret of his Twin Martial Souls from a single certificate. His theoretical knowledge was clearly extensive; otherwise, he would not have been respectfully called Grandmaster by the soul master world.

Having come to the academy, he had no better choice. What he needed most right now was theory. A master's strength could not be passed on to a disciple; what could be passed on was knowledge.

With a thud, Tang San stepped back, opening up some distance between himself and Grandmaster. Then he dropped to both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times. "Teacher, please accept me as your disciple."

Grandmaster smiled and pulled Tang San to his feet. "Good lad. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything I have learned in my life."

"Come on. I'll take you to the Academic Affairs Office to register." Grandmaster led Tang San toward the academy.

Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy was not as large as it appeared from the outside. It was divided into three areas: the main teaching building, the training field, and the dormitory building on the eastern side of the training field. The academy enforced closed management. Even students whose homes were nearby had to live within the academy and submit to unified management. That was precisely why the gatekeeper had dared to act so arrogantly.

Chu Fan arrived at the main teaching building. The first floor housed the Academic Affairs Office, where a teacher who looked to be in his sixties was specifically responsible for receiving new students. Two young teachers under thirty assisted him.

Chu Fan was already handsome to begin with, and his luxurious attire further accentuated his elegance and noble bearing. The moment he stepped through the door, he drew the attention of all three.

Under their gazes, Chu Fan placed his martial soul certificate on the table. "Process my enrollment."

The sixty-year-old teacher skillfully picked up the reading glasses on the table, then picked up Chu Fan's martial soul certificate and began to read it.

Chu Fan, martial soul: Azure Lotus.

Innate Full Soul Power, Level 20!

Suddenly, the teacher's hands holding the certificate trembled slightly. He looked at Chu Fan in utter astonishment. He knew that a child with Innate Soul Power at Level 20 would have immeasurable achievements in the future. Such a person was certain to become the academy's pride.

The teacher handed the certificate to the two middle-aged teachers to process the enrollment formalities, then said excitedly to Chu Fan, "Chu Fan, given your Soul Power Level, the academy has tentatively decided to place you in the upper grades. Would you prefer Class One or Class Two?"

"I choose to be a Work-Study Student," Chu Fan said calmly. He took several Gold Soul Coins from his hand and placed them on the table. "Please help me register as a Work-Study Student."

Chu Fan knew that in any world, one truth remained unchanged through the ages: money could make even ghosts turn millstones. Before coming to Nuoding Academy, he had brought some Gold Soul Coins with him.

The three teachers were even more shocked, staring at Chu Fan with wide eyes. He was clearly so wealthy, so why did he want to be a Work-Study Student? Could he be here to experience academy life?

"Have you really thought this through? Becoming a Work-Study Student means teachers will arrange work for you as part of your duties. Can you accept that?"

Looking at the gleaming Gold Soul Coins on the table, the three teachers could not help but sigh. Their annual salary was not even worth one Gold Soul Coin, yet Chu Fan had casually tossed out six of them.

When Chu Fan took out the Gold Soul Coins, one of the teachers noticed a Black Card inside his bag. In Faske Province, a Black Card was a symbol of wealth. Even the academy headmaster did not possess one. It seemed Chu Fan came from a wealthy merchant family with immeasurable riches.

Looking at the Gold Soul Coins on the table, all three teachers were tempted. Yet out of concern for their dignity as teachers, none reached out to take them.

"Just do as I say," Chu Fan said. He knew that Work-Study Students needed to handle tasks for the academy, and the academy would provide corresponding compensation. It was like work-study programs in the real world.

After quickly completing the procedures, one of the young teachers placed a card on the table. "Chu Fan, congratulations on entering Nuoding Academy as a Work-Study Student. Your Work-Study Student dormitory is Room Seven in the dormitory building."

Chu Fan took the card and glanced at it.

"Name: Chu Fan.

Class: Work-Study Student."

Holding the card, a complicated look flashed through Chu Fan's eyes. He turned and headed toward the dormitory. Being a Work-Study Student was much like his life in the real world, except there it was called a work-study program.

A moment later, a middle-aged man brought a child to the Academic Affairs Office as well.

"Director Su, this is the Work-Study Student sent over from Holy Spirit Village this year. Please help register him," the middle-aged man said.

"Grandmaster, what brings you here? What a rare visitor. Have a seat!" Director Su said with a broad smile.

Grandmaster shook his head. "No need." Then he said to Tang San, "Register here. These teachers will tell you what to do. I'll be leaving first, and I'll come find you later."

Tang San nodded and said respectfully, "Goodbye, Teacher."

The child was Tang San, while the middle-aged man was Tang San's teacher, the Grandmaster everyone spoke of. Yet it seemed that at Nuoding Academy, Grandmaster did not receive the respect his title implied. Grandmaster seemed to know this as well, and after giving his instructions, he hurriedly left.