Human Nature Is the Most Unfathomable Thing

However, after Yun Feng finished speaking, he caught sight of two familiar figures from the corner of his eye.

An old man, a young boy, and a uniformed man holding a Spirit Hall certificate. The man's face was full of disdain, even dripping with sarcasm.

"Since when could a phoenix fly out of a grass nest? Innate Full Soul Power, and a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul at that? Do you take me for some child you can fool?"

It was not that the gatekeeper had deliberately tried to stop them. That certificate simply looked fake.

Besides, similar incidents had happened before—people forging Soul Master certificates to enter a Soul Master Academy as working-students.

The reason was even simpler.

Working as a working-student at a Soul Master Academy earned far more than farming outside.

So there were plenty of people willing to take the risk.

And in the gatekeeper's eyes, the old man and young boy before him were even more outrageous.

They had even made up Innate Full Soul Power. Were they trying to make a fool of him?

As the argument continued on the other side, Ma Xiunuo noticed the fluctuation in Yun Feng's gaze and asked curiously.

"Xiao Feng, do you know them?"

Hearing that, Yun Feng nodded subconsciously and explained,

"Yes, they're from the same village as me."

Yun Feng did not explain too clearly. After all, Tang San had brought him many benefits these past days.

If he told Ma Xiunuo, he might bring unnecessary danger to Tang San, or even cause some accident to befall him.

After all, the more enemies he had, the more comfortably he could cultivate.

There was no need to cut off his own escape route over a momentary fit of anger.

Seeing that Yun Feng was not eager to talk about it, Ma Xiunuo said nothing more.

In his eyes, Yun Feng was what mattered most.

Since Yun Feng did not wish to talk about the others, why should he ask?

In any case, it had nothing to do with his interests.

Yun Feng actually wanted to help Old Jack, since Old Jack was innocent.

And Yun Feng did not know whether his arrival might cause some unforeseen changes.

What if Tang San truly killed the gatekeeper before them?

Old Jack would definitely not be able to get away.

But if he brought Ma Xiunuo over, Tang San's secret would inevitably be exposed.

As the Branch Hall Master, Ma Xiunuo could naturally distinguish whether a Spirit Hall certificate was genuine.

A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with Innate Full Soul Power was something Ma Xiunuo would certainly report.

That was why Yun Feng felt so conflicted. On one hand, he worried about Old Jack. Without the people of Holy Soul Village, how could he have what he had now?

But Tang San's existence concerned his future.

Just as Yun Feng was hesitating, Ma Xiunuo spoke to him calmly.

"Xiao Feng, what do you think human nature is?"

Yun Feng was no fool. Although he had devoted himself to cultivation and resisting foreign enemies in his previous life, that did not mean he understood nothing.

People only saw what they wanted to see.

Especially when facing something weaker than themselves—even if the other party was in the right, they would still choose to ignore it.

Whoever was stronger was right.

That was Tang San and Old Jack's current predicament.

"Human nature is the most unfathomable thing."

Yun Feng's words were concise, but Ma Xiunuo was greatly surprised. He had not expected such a young child to understand this much.

"You're right, Xiao Feng. That is the truth. Take that gatekeeper before us—after gaining a little power, what he does now is use the limits of his authority to make things as difficult as possible for others!"

"And that is also part of human nature!"

"Also, why do you think an ordinary person with no Soul Power cultivation at all could become a gatekeeper at a Soul Master Academy and still dare to act so arrogantly? What that represents is self-evident!"

Yun Feng nodded. He had previously thought that, having lived so long in his past life, even though he had not entered the secular world, he still understood everything he should.

But now, it seemed there was still much for him to learn.

After all, this had nothing to do with intelligence. It was purely a matter of experience.

At its root, this happened for one reason. Although the gatekeeper had connections, he was not a Soul Master.

So he usually had to humble himself before most people, and he did not believe a child with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul could threaten him.

That was why he was freely venting the emotions he had suppressed all this time! "So, Xiao Feng, do you need me to help them out? They've already started fighting!"

Hearing that, Yun Feng suddenly raised his head and happened to see Tang San raise his hand. A glint of cold light flashed from his sleeve.

That cold light was aimed directly at the gatekeeper's neck! Yun Feng froze when he saw it.

Was Tang San really supposed to be the protagonist? Did he have no brains at all?

This was a city. Was he really going to kill someone in the street? Did he think the Heaven Dou Empire's garrison and Spirit Hall's law enforcement squad were a joke? It would be one thing if he admitted guilt, since the other party had provoked him first. But if he refused to admit guilt, was he planning to kill everyone who came after him too? And then what? Even if Tang San's martial skills were exceptional and Tang Hao protected him, what about Holy Soul Village? What would happen to Holy Soul Village? What would happen to Old Jack?

He acted without considering the consequences at all. Had he even forgotten that without Old Jack's help over the years, he might have starved to death? Before Tang San awakened his Martial Soul, Tang Hao had practically ignored him!

More importantly, wasn't Tang Sect an assassin organization? Wasn't assassination their guiding principle?

Wouldn't it have been better to endure this slight and assassinate him at night? Why insist on committing murder in broad daylight? So this was how hidden weapons were used—kill everyone who saw it, and that counted as success.

Even Assassin's Creed would call that professional.

Just as Yun Feng was about to speak and stop him, a hoarse, listless voice rang out and halted the conflict between Tang San and the gatekeeper.

"Enough. Stop it. Making such a racket at the academy gates—what kind of behavior is that?"

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper's face, which had been full of rage because of Tang San's defiance, instantly turned fawning.

"Master, you're here!"

Everyone turned to look and saw a medium-built, somewhat thin man who had somehow appeared beside them.

He looked to be around forty or fifty years old. His short black hair was parted seven to three, and his appearance was ordinary. His hands were clasped behind his back, yet he carried a peculiar air. There was a hint of laziness and dejection in his eyes.

After watching this scene in silence for a moment, Yun Feng said directly to Ma Xiunuo, "Looks like we won't need to trouble you, Grandpa Ma Xiunuo."

By then, Yun Feng and Ma Xiunuo had also reached the academy gates.

Ma Xiunuo looked at Yun Feng. After thinking for a moment, he spoke softly.

"Xiao Feng, when you have time, you can ask that man more about Martial Soul knowledge. But aside from that, don't believe anything else he says."

Yun Feng looked at Ma Xiunuo in surprise.

He had not expected Yu Xiaogang's reputation to be this bad already. It seemed the original work had still held back!