Tang San's Killing Intent

"Release your Martial Soul." Yu Xiaogang Slightly Nodded, his gaze sizing Tang San up.

The Gatekeeper was so respectful toward this man. He had to be one of the academy's Mentors, right? And why did Tang San always feel as though he could see right through him? Tang San nodded and extended his right hand. Amid a hazy blue glow, a stalk of Blue Silver Grass appeared out of thin air.

"This proves it's genuine. Old man, on behalf of the academy, I apologize for what happened just now. Leave these two children to me. I'll personally take them to complete the registration procedures." Yu Xiaogang turned to Old Jack, his tone becoming somewhat gentler.

"No need to apologize, no need." To Old Jack, someone the Gatekeeper called Master was at least a Spirit Master. Having such a person apologize to him in person filled him with satisfaction, but even more so with apprehension. He hurriedly waved his hands, then bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Since Master is willing to help, then I'll trouble you with these two children."

After saying that, he patted Lin Manshan on the shoulder, then turned to Tang San with a kindly expression. "Xiao San, Xiao Wu, hurry and follow Master inside. Make sure to listen to Master on the way. Don't go causing trouble for him with your recklessness."

"Mm, your grandson understands." Lin Manshan hurriedly nodded. "Grandfather, you need to be careful on your way home alone too."

They had originally discussed having his adoptive father Jason accompany them, but the third son, Jie Qi, was preparing to marry during the New Year, and construction had only just begun on the bridal house. Jason had to help build it and act as the steward, so not wanting to delay matters, Old Jack had decided to lead the group alone.

Tang San nodded as well, but said nothing.

When the young Gatekeeper had called his Blue Silver Grass a Trash Martial Soul, the safety on his Sleeve Arrow had already been disengaged. If Old Jack had not angrily prepared to take them away, and if the man called Master had not spoken up to stop them—

If that young man had cursed one more word or laid a hand on them, there would definitely have been a short arrow lodged in his throat.

The Tang Sect's Silent Sleeve Arrow fired with incredible speed. There was no way an ordinary person like that youth could dodge it. Old Jack was merely an ordinary old man, and Lin Manshan was only a six-year-old child. Neither could possibly have seen his move clearly. There was no one else around either. Even if someone came asking afterward, who would suspect three frail old men and children?

The general principles of the Tang Sect Profound Heaven Treasure Record stated: once an opponent was confirmed to be an enemy, if they had brought death upon themselves, show no mercy. Otherwise, one would only bring trouble upon oneself.

In Tang San's eyes, the youth had already earned death by insulting an old man and rudely calling his Martial Soul Trash.

"Grandfather will be careful." Old Jack smiled, gave them a few more instructions, then turned and left.

"Master, about this..." Once Old Jack had departed, the youth hurriedly turned to Yu Xiaogang with a fawning smile.

"This is the first time, and the last. If it happens again, you won't need to stay here." Yu Xiaogang gave the youth an indifferent glance, his voice hoarse yet calm.

"Yes, yes. Thank you, Master." The youth nodded repeatedly, chiming in as he tactfully stepped aside.

Lowering his head to Tang San, Yu Xiaogang forced a trace of a smile onto his somewhat stiff face. He warmly took Tang San's hand and said softly, "Let's go inside."

After speaking, he raised his head and gave Lin Manshan, standing to the side, an indifferent glance. He Slightly Nodded, signaling him to follow.

"..." Unable to even complain, Lin Manshan merely pretended to nod somewhat timidly and followed them through the school gate from the other side.

After only a few steps, Tang San suddenly looked up at Yu Xiaogang. "Teacher, thank you."

What a familiar plot. Lin Manshan, who had been surveying the campus surroundings, was slightly taken aback and followed with a "Thank you" of his own.

No matter what, Yu Xiaogang had indeed helped them resolve the trouble today and saved them some effort.

Yu Xiaogang ignored Lin Manshan. Instead, he turned to Tang San and said blandly, "Teacher? I'm not a teacher at this academy."

Should I just leave? Watching the two of them ignore him completely as they played off each other, Lin Manshan felt a complaint stick in his throat. He pursed his lips and turned back to the scenery once more.

Then Yu Xiaogang's somewhat sentimental voice suddenly sounded beside him. "Gifted and so intelligent as well. It seems I must be stubborn for once too. After all, you are the third person on the continent in the past several hundred years to possess Twin Martial Souls."

Fuck, I'm still standing right here. You just said that outright? Did he think that since Tang San and I came from the same village, I saw Tang San awaken his second Martial Soul during the awakening ceremony, or that Tang San told me because we're close? Lin Manshan's heart trembled. He was completely certain that Tang San had developed Killing Intent toward both him and Yu Xiaogang at this moment. Still, he was not worried about Tang San. If they truly fought, Tang San might not even be his match.

Although Ni Tian Er Xing practiced the blade, his hand-to-hand skills were not weak either, and every move was suited to actual combat. They were all combat experiences forged through ten years of life-and-death tempering, something Tang San, a shut-in, could never compare to.

No matter how good one's techniques were, how much fighting power could they display without having been tempered through life and death?

Besides, he had already cultivated Soul Power for three months. Although his Soul Power Level was lower than Tang San's, his physical strength might even surpass Tang San's. He had also basically absorbed Ni Tian Er Xing's combat experience and techniques, though many could not yet be used due to his body's limitations. But they were more than enough to deal with the current Tang San. After all, he had already figured out every offensive method Tang San could use.

The enemy was in the open while he was in the dark. Combined with the information gap, this was undoubtedly a natural advantage.

What truly worried Lin Manshan was Tang Hao.

If Tang Hao learns in the future that I know Tang San has Twin Martial Souls, will he kill me to silence me?

That was entirely possible. At that thought, Lin Manshan's heart tightened, and he could not help turning to look at the two of them.

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Tang San was also greatly shocked. The look in his eyes shifted repeatedly as he stared at Yu Xiaogang. His left wrist quietly lifted slightly, and uncertainty flickered in his gaze.

Yu Xiaogang remained composed, his eyes fixed on Tang San as he smiled. "Are you wondering why I know you possess Twin Martial Souls?"

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang shook the certificate in his hand and began his lengthy discourse.

"..."

"Mutations can indeed make Martial Souls stronger, even producing Innate Full Soul Power. But the vast majority of Mutated Martial Souls mutate in the direction of weakness."

At this point, Tang San's eyes visibly became firm. Seeing this, Lin Manshan hurriedly Interjected timidly, "Teacher, then my Martial Soul should also be a Mutated Martial Soul, right? My Grandfather said that the Lin Family has never produced a Spirit Master with Soul Power. Yet my Martial Soul awakened with Innate Level Three Soul Power, and it's green, unlike an ordinary Firewood Chopper."

Dad said my second Martial Soul must never be easily shown to others. Now Lin Manshan has heard that I possess Twin Martial Souls. Children have no restraint in what they say. Who knows when he might let it slip? Should I find an opportunity... Light flickered in Tang San's eyes, and Killing Intent suddenly surged within him. Yet he still restrained himself and turned to look over. Among the known Mutated Martial Souls, this was a perfect chance to see whether this Master truly had substance.