Tang San Takes a Master

Tang San Takes a Master

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang had no idea that his life was already under threat. He still put on an unfathomable air, making Yin Hao feel thoroughly sickened.

"Are you curious how I knew?"

Yu Xiaogang waved the two Spirit Hall certificates in his hand and said,

"Because of these!"

"I once investigated six hundred and forty-seven people whose Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass. Among them, only sixteen possessed Soul Power, a probability of less than three percent. And among those sixteen with Soul Power, not a single one had Soul Power above Level One. Yet you possess Innate Level Nine Soul Power, while he has Innate Full Soul Power.

According to one of the ten core principles of Martial Soul competition that I have researched, the level of Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of one's Martial Soul. Blue Silver Grass clearly does not meet that standard. Therefore, I can be certain that the two of you should have another Martial Soul, and a very powerful one at that."

It was still the same spiel from the original story. Yin Hao was nearly falling asleep from listening to it, but Tang San was completely taken in.

Suddenly, Tang San took a step back, widening the distance between himself and Yu Xiaogang. Then he dropped to his knees and respectfully kowtowed to Grandmaster three times.

Yu Xiaogang froze, then hurriedly helped him up.

"What are you doing?"

"Master," Tang San called respectfully. "Please accept me as your disciple."

Seeing that his deception had worked, Yu Xiaogang smiled again.

"Good, good child. To become a disciple, you only need to bow. Kowtowing is etiquette reserved for one's parents and monarch."

Tang San shook his head. "A teacher for a day is a father for life. It is only proper."

Hearing this, the smile on Yu Xiaogang's face grew even brighter, and he said "good" three times in a row.

"Good, good, good. Child, get up quickly..."

After helping Tang San to his feet, Yu Xiaogang turned his gaze toward Yin Hao. This child possessed Innate Full Soul Power—his talent was even better than Tang San's!

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's gaze, Yin Hao frowned slightly. Asking him to take Yu Xiaogang as his master? He would rather be killed.

Then he said,

"I'm sorry, Grandmaster, but I have no plans to take a master for the time being..."

Yu Xiaogang was still unwilling to give up.

"Child, you have Twin Martial Souls. No one is more suited to teach you than I am."

Hearing such shameless words, Yin Hao nearly threw up, but he calmly replied,

"No, Grandmaster, you misunderstand. I do not have Twin Martial Souls..."

"How could—"

Yu Xiaogang had just begun to refute him when Yin Hao summoned his Martial Soul.

A thick stalk of Blue Silver Grass wrapped in golden patterns appeared before them.

The instant the Blue Silver Emperor appeared, Tang San even felt an urge to submit. He forcibly suppressed it, and in its place came an inexplicable sense of closeness.

"Grandmaster, as you can see, my Martial Soul is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass. It is a mutated Martial Soul."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment. With his knowledge, he naturally could not recognize the Blue Silver Emperor. Since Yin Hao said it was a mutated Martial Soul, he believed him seven or eight parts out of ten.

His desire to take Yin Hao as a disciple immediately faded considerably. In his eyes, even if Yin Hao had a mutated Martial Soul with Innate Full Soul Power, he still could not compare to Tang San, who possessed Twin Martial Souls. After all, once Tang San reached the later stages of cultivation and began cultivating his second Martial Soul, his starting point would be Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. How could such combat strength be matched by some insignificant mutated Martial Soul?

Yu Xiaogang tried persuading him a few more times. Seeing that Yin Hao remained unwilling, he said no more and instead led Tang San toward his dormitory.

Tang San turned to look at Yin Hao and said,

"Hao Ge, go to the dormitory first. I'll come over later."

Yin Hao nodded and turned to leave.

After asking around along the way, Yin Hao finally found Dorm Seven.

When he pushed the door open and entered, there were quite a few people inside—around ten or so. Some were about Yin Hao's age, while some were a head taller than him.

Yin Hao was the first to greet everyone.

"Hello, my name is Yin Hao. I'm a new Work-Study Student."

A burly-looking boy, forty or fifty centimeters taller than Yin Hao, stepped forward and sized him up.

Blue hair and skin like white jade—he looked like a pretty boy who was all show and no substance.

"The new kid?"

Yin Hao nodded.

"My name is Wang Sheng. My Martial Soul is the Battle Tiger, and I'll become a Soul Master in the future. I'm also the boss here. What's your Martial Soul?"

The corners of Yin Hao's mouth rose slightly. He naturally knew what Wang Sheng was planning, but why would he be afraid?

"My Martial Soul is mutated Blue Silver Grass."

Yin Hao did not mention the Blue Silver Emperor. Even if he did, they would not know what it was, so calling it a mutated Martial Soul was more reliable.

"Blue Silver Grass? Mutated Blue Silver Grass? Hahaha..."

Wang Sheng burst out laughing, and the others followed suit.

"Kid, once you're in Dorm Seven, you have to follow Dorm Seven's rules. Call me Boss, understand?"

"What if I don't want to?"

Wang Sheng froze for a moment, then darkened his face and said unhappily,

"Then fight me. If you beat me, you'll be the boss of Dorm Seven..."

As he spoke, he summoned his Martial Soul. It seemed he had already decided to teach this kid a lesson whether Yin Hao agreed or not.

"Then... excuse me."

Yin Hao stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Wang Sheng grew even angrier. Shouting as he did so, he charged at Yin Hao.

"Hey, kid! Let me show you how strong the boss of Dorm Seven is! Take this punch—"

At the same time, his Little Henchmen behind him kept shouting.

"Boss is mighty!"

"Boss, teach this new kid a lesson!"

"Beat him, Boss!"

Hearing the voices behind him, Wang Sheng charged even faster, seemingly intending to take down the kid before him in a single move.

But just as Wang Sheng was about to reach Yin Hao, a scene that left everyone dumbfounded unfolded.

There was only a thud.

Wang Sheng, who had been so imposing just moments before, performed a face-first full-body prostration for everyone present, leaving them all staring in shock.

Especially the lackeys behind him who had just been shouting—they became mute almost instantly.

Wang Sheng raised his head, covered his bleeding nose, and looked down at his feet.

Sure enough, a strand of Blue Silver Grass with golden patterns was wrapped around his ankle. This little thing was what had tripped him.

Wang Sheng got to his feet and tried to tear the Blue Silver Grass apart, but no matter how many times he exerted himself, it was useless. He could only glare at Yin Hao with unwillingness written all over his face.

"This one doesn't count. If you've got the guts, let me go, and the two of us can have a fair fight."

To his surprise, Yin Hao agreed readily.

The two then put some distance between themselves again. Wang Sheng looked at Yin Hao in the distance, no longer underestimating him as he had before.

One of the Little Henchmen behind him also leaned close to Wang Sheng.

"Boss, be careful. This kid's a little strange!"

Wang Sheng snorted coldly.

"I know. But as long as this kid doesn't pull any dirty tricks, just watch how I deal with him."

Hearing him say that, the Little Henchman nodded and retreated. He knew Wang Sheng's strength well enough—three of him tied together would still be no match for Wang Sheng—so he did not doubt his words.

(End of Chapter)