Concerns About Publishing a Thesis

Early the next morning.

Xiao Lin and Tang San set off for Notting City together.

This time, the two traveled as companions and did not ask Grandpa Old Jack to lead the way.

Though they were only six years old, having become Soul Masters meant their strength far surpassed Old Jack's. Neither Xiao Lin nor Tang San believed they would encounter any danger.

Along the way.

Tang San took out a piece of beef jerky and began chewing on it with great relish.

"Brother Lin, aren't you eating? At our pace, we won't reach Notting City until nightfall at the earliest."

Tang San spoke indistinctly through a mouthful of beef.

"Not yet. I'm thinking about something."

Seeing Xiao Lin's serious expression, Tang San quietly shook his head. Xiao Lin truly hated being disturbed when he was thinking, so Tang San simply ate the beef by himself.

At that moment, Xiao Lin was staring thoughtfully at the Soul Tool on Tang San's wrist.

That Soul Tool was the Storage Soul Tool Tang Hao had given Tang San. Though its grade was not high, it could still hold a few items.

At present, Xiao Lin's belongings were also stored inside Tang San's Soul Tool.

Xiao Lin was considering whether he should find a way to earn money and buy a Soul Tool of his own.

Storage Soul Tools were quite expensive on Douluo Continent. Given Xiao Lin's current abilities, the only way for him to make money was to write down some of his ideas and Martial Soul theories, then sell the manuscripts.

After all, not a single person in Douluo Continent seemed to have any brains.

Most of the time, they merely cultivated step by step, absorbed Soul Rings, and then fought...

They seemed never to have considered where Soul Power came from.

What was the essence of a Soul Ring?

Why did one need Soul Rings in order to break through Soul Power Levels?

As long as Xiao Lin published theories that were far more accurate than the Grandmaster's, he would become the true Grandmaster.

Making money would be a given.

It was just that Xiao Lin was still too weak. He feared that exposing his talent as a Martial Soul Researcher would bring him danger.

While he was still weak, Xiao Lin had no desire to place his safety in someone else's hands.

Tang San and Tang Hao were one thing, but Xiao Lin did not dare make such assurances about anyone else.

Were the people of Spirit Hall good people?

They specifically sent people to awaken Martial Souls for children in remote places.

But what did that have to do with Spirit Hall's upper ranks?

The ones who worked hard were low-ranking Spirit Hall personnel like Brother Tao, Su Yuntao.

Xiao Lin and Tang San also received subsidies, which allowed low-level Soul Masters to cultivate in peace.

That seemed like a great act of charity as well, but where did Spirit Hall's money come from?

Xiao Lin had even heard that Spirit Hall's funds came from the treasuries of the Two Great Empires.

That the Two Great Empires were forced to provide it for the common people.

So should Xiao Lin and the others be grateful to Spirit Hall?

Should they trust Spirit Hall unconditionally because of that?

Xiao Lin shook his head. If that gave him a rosy filter toward Spirit Hall's upper ranks, he might not even know how he would die in the future.

After quite a while, Tang San saw that Xiao Lin was still conflicted and immediately asked.

"Brother Lin, what exactly are you struggling with?"

Tang San was confused as well. In his eyes, Xiao Lin had always been a very clear-headed person, someone with clear plans for his Martial Soul and his Future.

Xiao Lin acting like this now truly exceeded Tang San's expectations.

"It's nothing."

In the end, Xiao Lin still told Tang San about his situation.

He asked Tang San whether he wanted to earn manuscript fees and buy a Storage Soul Tool.

"Can't you just use mine? You'll definitely have your own Soul Tool in the future."

Tang San did not think much of it. They were brothers, so sharing a Soul Tool was perfectly normal.

But because of Xiao Lin's question, Tang San realized that Xiao Lin was not as clear-headed as he had thought.

At least when it came to interpersonal relationships and judging people's hearts, Xiao Lin was not even as good as someone like him, who only knew how to play with Hidden Weapons.

Tang San had thought Xiao Lin was friends and good brothers with everyone, able to fit in anywhere.

In truth, it was not that Xiao Lin was outgoing. He simply had a slight rosy filter toward certain characters from the original novel, and only became familiar with them gradually through contact.

Take Tang San, for example. Xiao Lin had not read the latter half of Douluo 2, nor Douluo 3, 4, and so on.

He knew even less about why Tang San was later criticized by so many people, called things like an invincible Double Standard freak.

Xiao Lin had only come across some of God Tang San's outrageous deeds online.

They were so absurd that they made people question whether Tang San had become an entirely different person.

So Xiao Lin had been rather shocked and unable to believe it.

But from what he had read, Tang San at the beginning of the first story did not seem to have any major problems.

That was why, after transmigrating, Xiao Lin had gradually gotten to know Tang San and discovered that he was not such an outrageous person after all. He even understood the principles of ruler and subject, father and son, so Xiao Lin and Tang San became good brothers.

Later, Xiao Lin had even chosen to keep Tang San from coming into contact with absurd people like Yu Xiaogang.

Someone like Yu Xiaogang made Xiao Lin laugh every time he saw him.

Even without explanations from online commenters, Xiao Lin had realized on his first read that Yu Xiaogang was useless.

A level 29 Soul Grandmaster who got killed while fighting a Mandala Snake.

And the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls were truly nonsensical, no different from empty nonsense.

When helping Tang San and the others train, he ignored Zhao Wuji's much more useful Gravity and made Tang San and the others run while carrying stones.

What an ingenious training method!

Besides that, the people from Shrek had each and every one refreshed Xiao Lin's understanding of the world.

When Xiao Lin had read the book back then, he saw that Ma Hongjun had been visiting prostitutes for years despite being only around twelve years old. It was utterly mind-blowing.

Dai Mubai had also fled from his family's Destiny, directly abandoned Zhu Zhuqing, then surrounded himself with Twin Sisters.

Even more ridiculous was that saying about those who dared not cause trouble being mediocrities.

Xiao Lin only knew that he had always been taught not to cause trouble, but not to fear it either.

What the hell was the point of actively provoking trouble? Was it because one had powerful backers that one could start doing whatever one pleased?

Xiao Lin shook his head and stopped thinking about such nonsense.

He would do as Tang San said and use Tang San's Storage Soul Tool for now.

As for those theories, he would wait until he had read more books and conducted more experiments before gradually publishing them.

It would be best to wait until he had a genuine backer before releasing those theories.

Tang Hao did not count as a true backer in Xiao Lin's eyes, because Tang Hao was too elusive.

Sometimes, Tang San got into trouble and Tang Hao still did not appear.

So for his own safety, Xiao Lin intended to find himself a reliable backer—a fighter.

A Titled Douluo would be best, though Xiao Lin could accept a Soul Douluo as well.

"Oh, right, I've got it. We can disguise ourselves, publish articles anonymously, and make a fortune."

Xiao Lin suddenly thought of the Protagonist's classic look and blurted it out.

He had long wanted to make money and slap Yu Xiaogang in the face.

How could he give up just because he was afraid?

At worst, he could simply disguise himself.

"Anonymously? In disguise?"

Tang San muttered to himself. They were both children—how were they supposed to disguise themselves?

The next second, Tang San saw Xiao Lin narrow his eyes and smile, looking as crafty as could be.

"Brother Lin, what are you going to do?"

"Hehehe, Little San, you don't get a say in this."

The next second, Xiao Lin pounced on Tang San, forcibly pulled a huge black cloak out of the Soul Tool.

"Look, this is it. We'll put on this cloak, and when we go to Spirit Hall to publish the Thesis, we won't say a word. We'll just take the Thesis out of the Soul Tool."

"So I have to hold you up underneath it?"

Tang San looked at Xiao Lin, on the verge of tears.

What if Spirit Hall asked for identification?