Slime? Shi Aotian!

As Ye Wen left, the little companions who had come with him to awaken their martial souls also offered their blessings before leaving together.

Yet no one paid any attention to Tang San, the so-called Innate Full Soul Power genius. It was clear just how poor Tang San's popularity was.

Tang San did not care. He even felt like laughing.

They were merely a bunch of sycophants. People were selfish by nature; it had always been so. He only needed to be himself.

He even turned a blind eye to the pity on Old Jack's face. In Tang San's view, with the Tang Sect's inheritance in his possession, as long as he proceeded steadily, he would inevitably stand at the pinnacle of the world.

Compared with such trivial matters, he wanted to learn more about soul masters. He felt that the reason he was stuck at the first level of the Mysterious Heaven Skill was because of soul masters!

Unfortunately, Old Jack was not a soul master. Though he could read, his knowledge was quite limited. Otherwise, he would not be so poor, still wearing patched clothes, nor would he later become the tool Tang San used when he wanted to kill the gatekeeper.

After Old Jack failed to answer several of his questions, a trace of irritation flashed through Tang San's eyes. Such a rustic countryman was truly useless.

But the dim-sighted Old Jack did not notice anything unusual about Tang San. Kind-hearted as he was, he said, "Come on. Grandpa will take you home, and while we're at it, I'll discuss with your father about sending you to the academy."

Only when Tang Hao was mentioned did Tang San's expression ease. In his eyes, no matter how vast the world was, his old father was still the most