Little Flathead, You're on the Path to Death!

After Zhu Rong and Xiao Chenyu exchanged a few more pleasantries, the two chatted and laughed as they headed toward the Academic Affairs Office.

Elsewhere.

Tang San followed behind Yu Xiaogang as they walked.

Yu Xiaogang began showing off his "literary talent."

"Oh? You guessed that I possess a second Martial Soul based solely on my Innate Soul Power of level eight and my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"

The current Tang San was no longer the clueless "foolish boy" from the original story.

Because of Zhu Rong's appearance, he understood far too much!

Although Yu Xiaogang had correctly guessed that he possessed Twin Martial Souls, Tang San knew his own situation best.

His Innate Soul Power had been cultivated by himself!

During Martial Soul Awakening, his inner power had been converted into an equal amount of Innate Soul Power.

Therefore, whether or not he possessed Twin Martial Souls, his Innate Soul Power would still have been level eight.

At the thought of this, Tang San began gritting his teeth again.

If not for Zhu Rong, he would definitely have become the greatest genius in this world—a genius with Innate Full Soul Power!

"Little flathead, whether you guessed it right or merely stumbled onto the answer, I can't let you live!"

"Dad said that the secret of Twin Martial Souls must never be exposed!"

For the past few months, Tang San had gained something almost every day. Tang Hao would occasionally teach him some basic theories about Soul Masters.

Tang San remembered every word Tang Hao said.

Because in Tang San's heart, his father was a reclusive powerhouse!

The kind who would absolutely have a place in this world!

He simply did not know what circumstances had driven him to live in seclusion in Holy Soul Village.

When he had followed Tang Hao to obtain a soul ring, he had personally seen Tang Hao instantly kill a three-ring Soul Elder using nothing but his "aura"!

"Your name is Tang San, right? Isn't my theory enough to prove that you possess Twin Martial Souls?"

Yu Xiaogang said with slight displeasure.

His theories were what he cared about most!

Yet this child before him actually wanted to refute him!

Ridiculous! Who was he? He was the Master, unrivaled in theory!

If Tang San did not possess Twin Martial Souls, he would eat that Martial Soul Awakening certificate!

Tang San rolled his eyes. Who the hell knew whether this man's theory was correct, or if he had simply stumbled upon a dead mouse...

He did indeed possess Twin Martial Souls, but it was completely different from the theory this man was talking about!

Tang San touched the Sleeve Arrow on his wrist, wanting to shoot this little flathead while he was not paying attention!

But Tang San hesitated somewhat. Although this man was not an academy teacher, he could still be called Master, so his Soul Power Level surely could not be low!

His Sleeve Arrow could do nothing to Zhu Rong, who was at the Soul Master realm. This man's cultivation was definitely above the Soul Master realm...

If he dodged or blocked the Sleeve Arrow, would that not mean Tang San was walking straight into a dead end?

Thinking this, Tang San decided to first keep this little flathead steady and probe him about his Soul Power Level and Martial Soul.

Suddenly, Tang San saw a familiar figure, someone he would recognize even if he had turned to ashes.

"Zhu Rong!"

Zhu Rong and Xiao Chenyu were heading toward the Academic Affairs Office when they happened to run into Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, who was currently fooling Tang San.

He merely glanced at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang before ignoring them and continuing toward the Academic Affairs Office.

"Master, can a sword Martial Soul's normal attack method possibly mutate into a ranged attack?"

Tang San clenched his fists and stared fixedly at Zhu Rong as he passed by, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Yu Xiaogang did not think much of it. He thought Tang San was asking for guidance or testing his knowledge, so he said instinctively:

"An arrow Martial Soul's attack method is ranged to begin with. Why would it need to mutate?"

Tang San: Do you even hear what you're saying?

"The sword in iron sword. A Mutated Sword Martial Soul."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang answered without even thinking.

How could a sword Martial Soul's normal attack method possibly mutate into a ranged attack?

Having long-range soul skills was another matter.

Soul skills like sword qi, sword shadows, energy swords, Myriad Swords Return to Origin, and the like all had ranged effects.

But if it was merely a normal attack, unless one threw out the Martial Soul itself, how could it possibly have a ranged attack method?

Tang San had been angered out of his mind, which was why he clung to the hope of treating a dead horse as if it were alive and asked Yu Xiaogang whether he knew what exactly was going on with Zhu Rong!

Even now, Zhu Rong's attack method still gave him a headache. Zhu Rong only needed to swing the sword in his hand to attack from afar, silently and without warning. How absurd was that?

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's frenzied expression as he shouted that it was impossible, Tang San was somewhat disappointed.

But upon thinking it over, it was perfectly normal for this little flathead not to know.

After all, even his father, Tang Hao, did not understand why such a bizarre Martial Soul existed.

"Wait, it's not entirely impossible."

Yu Xiaogang seemed to recall something, and a blazing light appeared in his eyes.

"In my theory, mutated Martial Souls have three possible directions of mutation."

"The first is beneficial mutation. Based on the father's and mother's Martial Souls, the Martial Soul gains mutations such as special abilities, attributes, evolution, and so on. In that case, it is a beneficial mutation."

"The second is a rather special case: no change. Most mutated Martial Souls of this type merely change attributes, but their overall strength is about the same as that of an unmutated Martial Soul..."

"The third is weakening..."

The three types of mutation were:

Strengthening, no change, weakening.

When speaking of the third type of Martial Soul mutation, Yu Xiaogang became slightly distracted. After all, he himself was such a case.

Tang San froze at that moment. Tang Hao had already told him about the theories Yu Xiaogang mentioned regarding mutated Martial Souls.

Not only that, Tang Hao had explained them in far greater detail.

Tang Hao had said that this was common knowledge among Soul Masters...

Then why did this little flathead say it was part of his own theory?

At that moment, no matter how foolish Tang San might be, he understood that the man before him was absolutely unreliable and was simply fooling him!

Using common knowledge to disguise it as his own theory was one thing when deceiving others, but he had tried to deceive Tang San.

"Little flathead, you've added another reason to your Path to Death!"

A vicious glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. He could not act rashly now. Charging in impulsively before understanding an enemy would easily get him killed...

It was a lesson Zhu Rong had hammered into him over three entire months!

Every time Zhu Rong finished beating Tang San, Tang Hao would teach Tang San a little knowledge about Soul Masters, hoping it might help him.

Even if it did not help, learning more was still a good thing.

"It is possible for the normal attack of the sword Martial Soul you mentioned to mutate into a ranged attack. This kind of mutation belongs to the first type, beneficial mutation."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, held his head high, and kept a straight face. Yet judging by the way he looked down his nose at others, he was probably feeling quite pleased with himself.

Tang San: ...

This little flathead had said a huge pile of nonsense, and his final conclusion was still nonsense!

I know it's a beneficial mutation too. I want to know how to deal with him!

Tang San no longer had the strength to complain. He could only say to Yu Xiaogang:

"Master, give me back my Martial Soul Awakening certificate. I'll do it myself..."