Yu Xiaogang, Your Theory Has a Problem

Dorm Seven was also a dormitory with mixed ages. Regardless of grade, all work-study students lived here.

It was a spacious room, nearly three hundred square meters, with a total of fifty beds inside.

But there were only beds. Only eleven had bedding, and at the moment, seven or eight children between the ages of eight and twelve were making a racket inside.

"This place is huge..."

More than fifty beds, yet only a dozen or so people lived here.

It really did seem very spacious.

"Who... who are you people?!"

When they saw the group enter, the children in the room immediately became wary.

Judging by Underworld, Raiden Shogun, and Raiden Mei's appearances, they did not look like ordinary people.

Could they be those nobles? Unable to beat them in a one-on-one fight, had they brought outsiders to teach them a lesson?

When Tang San saw these poor children, he felt as though he saw a reflection of himself. A trace of kindness appeared in his smile. "Hello, we're work-study students from Holy Soul Village."

"You're work-study students? Then what's the deal with those three?"

The leading child was rather sturdy, standing two heads taller than Tang San. One look was enough to tell that he was the leader of this group.

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the three girls.

"I'm Kong's older sister. In the future... I'll be a cook at this school. Hello, little ones. I made these pastries. Why don't you try them and see how they taste?"

Mei revealed a spring-breeze smile and opened her palm, where several pastries wrapped in oil paper appeared.

The children were touched by Mei's smile and immediately understood that someone so gentle with them could not possibly be one of those lofty nobles.

"H-Hello, Big Sister. My name is Wang Sheng! My Martial Soul is the Battle Tiger, and I'll become a Battle Soul Master in the future."

Wang Sheng was very shy. Smelling the delicious fragrance, he licked his lips and could not help taking a pastry from Mei's hand.

"Thank you, Big Sister."

How could the other children have ever seen such delicacies? They were utterly captivated, each one sweetly calling her Big Sister.

Mei watched them with a smile, warmth filling her heart.

Seeing that the children still wanted more after eating, she took out another packet of sweets and placed it on the table in the middle.

Starry Sky joined them as well, chatting and laughing with the children.

As for Tang San, his face was filled with disdain.

He had no intention of hanging around with this bunch of little brats.

As they ate, Raiden Ei and Underworld were also drawn in by the pastries and actually came over to sit at the children's table.

However, this instead made the children less afraid of these two unsmiling older sisters.

How bad could someone who liked sweets be?

"Which one of you is Tang San?"

Just then, someone dressed like a teacher suddenly arrived at Dorm Seven.

Hearing this, Tang San quickly raised his hand. "Teacher, I'm Tang San."

"You're Tang San?" The teacher frowned, but only gave Tang San an extra look before saying,

"Tang San, someone is looking for you. Hurry to the school square."

Tang San's eyes narrowed. Someone was looking for him?

He was merely an ordinary work-study student. Why would anyone seek him out?

Suddenly, he remembered Su Yuntao's astonished expression when he awakened with Innate Full Soul Power.

No matter what, his Soul Power was the extremely rare Innate Full Soul Power.

Once his information was reported, it would surely attract the attention of the school's higher-ups.

Someone who could have a teacher come down to deliver a message must hold some weight in this school, right?

Could it be... his opportunity had arrived?

Tang San was excited inside, but his expression remained calm as he nodded.

"Alright, Teacher. I'll go right away."

He straightened his clothes again, making himself look less impoverished.

Who in this school could be interested in Tang San's Blue Silver Grass besides Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang?

In the original story, Yu Xiaogang had greatly led Tang San astray. He even took Tang San to hunt a hundred-year soul beast, and they nearly both died in the Soul Hunting Forest.

In this life, because Tang San had not received Tang Hao's attention,

during the three months after awakening his Martial Soul, he had neither learned blacksmithing from Tang Hao nor made any hidden weapons.

If Yu Xiaogang took Tang San to the Soul Hunting Forest now, encountering a Mandala Snake would most likely mean death.

Starry Sky followed along as well. He had nothing better to do.

He wanted to see Yu Xiaogang's crew cut.

Upon arriving at the square, they saw a medium-built, slightly thin man standing with his back to them atop the steps.

"Tang San, you're here."

As his voice sounded, he turned around.

Only then could they clearly see his appearance.

Yu Xiaogang looked to be around forty or fifty. He had a crew cut and an ordinary face, with his hands clasped behind his back. Yet he possessed a peculiar aura. There was a hint of laziness and despondency in his eyes.

"Hello, Teacher. I'm Tang San."

"Teacher? I'm not a teacher at this academy." Yu Xiaogang glanced down at Tang San and spoke indifferently.

"Not a teacher? Then you must be the academy headmaster or an administrator." Anticipation rose in Tang San's heart, and even his form of address toward Yu Xiaogang became more respectful.

If an administrator had taken notice of him, he would surely soar to great heights in the future!

Yu Xiaogang laughed. "You're quite clever for a six-year-old child. But you still guessed wrong."

Tang San asked doubtfully, "Then who are you?"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, his voice despondent.

"I'm merely a lodger freeloading on food and shelter here. Like everyone else, call me Grandmaster. Everyone calls me that. I've even forgotten my own name.

Tang San, you must understand that Grandmaster and teacher are worlds apart. Don't call me the wrong thing in the future. Unless..."

He stopped there, but a scorching light flickered in his eyes. "Unless you truly wish for me to be your teacher."

So Yu Xiaogang had already begun gently steering Tang San in that direction.

He had already guessed that Tang San must have Twin Martial Souls. Only the previous Spirit Hall Pope had been qualified to take such a genius disciple.

Even if he had guessed wrong, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power meant he could absorb a Soul Ring.

A little coaxing would make Tang San absorb the Soul Ring of a beast-type soul beast, proving his theory!

Then, to let Tang San understand his capabilities, he rattled off a huge pile of theories that left Tang San utterly bewildered.

When he pointed out Tang San's Twin Martial Souls, Tang San's heart tightened.

But Starry Sky beside him had Three Lives Martial Souls, and his Martial Souls were even three people who could move freely...

He felt that his own Twin Martial Souls were far inferior.

So what if others found out?

Still, after listening to Yu Xiaogang's arguments, Tang San also felt that Yu Xiaogang was someone remarkable.

At home, his mother was absent, and his father did not love him.

He desperately hoped that someone powerful and well-connected could become his backer.

Yu Xiaogang's situation was very much like that of an important figure living in seclusion among common folk.

Since he had encountered him, he could not let the chance slip away.

Thus, he quickly stepped back, widening the distance between himself and Yu Xiaogang. Then he dropped to both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"Teacher." Tang San called out respectfully. "Please accept me as your disciple."

Yu Xiaogang smiled in satisfaction, excitement filling his heart as he bent down and pulled Tang San up.

"Silly boy, why kowtow when taking a master? Don't you know this is a rite reserved only for monarchs and parents? A bow would have been enough."

"A teacher for a day, a father for life. You deserve my kneeling."

Wasn't Tang San a little too quick to act?

That kneeling and apprenticeship ceremony had been done in one smooth motion.

"Your name is Starry Sky, right? I've read your records. You and Little San are from the same village. Quite rare—a single village producing two soul masters with Soul Power."

"I'm very interested in your lightning Martial Soul. Can you show it to me?"

Yu Xiaogang had been born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and had seen plenty of lightning-attributed Martial Souls.

But Martial Souls that were simply lightning elements were still quite rare to him.

Starry Sky shook his head and said,

"Mister, I'm sorry, but I can't show you my Martial Soul."

Tang San also sighed inwardly in relief.

After all, in his eyes, Yu Xiaogang was currently a godlike existence.

Merely relying on a Soul Certificate, he had been able to tell that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.

If Yu Xiaogang examined Starry Sky's Martial Souls, he would surely be able to see that Starry Sky had Three Lives Martial Souls as well.

Then Tang San's standing in Yu Xiaogang's heart would be greatly diminished.

That was not something Tang San wanted to see.

"However, Mister, there's something I want to ask you about."

Starry Sky raised his head, his face full of confusion.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang puffed out his chest once more. He nodded with a deliberately profound air and said,

"Ask away. There is nothing in this world that I do not know."

Hearing this, Tang San straightened his back as well, filled with pride.

This was his teacher!

"Then, Mister, I want to know whether, from ancient times until now, any Titled Douluo has had a Martial Soul that was a hoe for tilling fields, a spatula for cooking, or roadside weeds?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Starry Sky with an air of complete confidence and said,

"The Martial Souls you mentioned are like the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul I once researched. The chance of such Martial Souls possessing Soul Power is less than three percent. And even among those few who possess Soul Power, not a single one has exceeded Rank One. Such Martial Souls have limited abilities, and their upper limit is almost always Rank Twenty-Nine. Becoming a Titled Douluo... don't even think about it."

"So that's how it is? In other words, people whose Martial Souls are weeds or farming tools are useless no matter how hard they work? But, Mister, doesn't that seem different from what you said? Didn't you always advocate that there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless people?"

"A Martial Soul without even Soul Power is a useless Martial Soul, isn't it? Even if it has Soul Power, its limit is only Rank Twenty or Thirty. Compared to Martial Souls with powerful bloodlines, they are still useless Martial Souls!"