Martial Soul Academy with Very Few Staff (Requesting Follow-Reads, Requesting Recommendation Tickets)

Regarding some conspiracy theories about the Asura God he had seen in his previous life, Gu Han could not afford to be careless.

It would be fine if netizens had simply overthought things, but if everything had truly been orchestrated behind the scenes by the Asura God...

Then Gu Han had no choice but to consider Martial Soul Hall's future, and he needed strength sufficient to face every crisis.

That was why he chose to break through only after compressing every minor rank to its absolute limit. There was no need to rush.

He had considered whether killing Tang San or Tang Hao in advance might prevent everything that happened later.

But as he had said, he was not sure whether the Asura God had a hand in Tang San's transmigration.

If that were truly the case, then even if he killed Tang Hao, Tang San would still be reincarnated into someone else.

And it would create many unnecessary uncertainties.

As for killing Tang San directly, that might be a solution. But considering how Tang San had still been revived by a divine skill after being slain later on...

Gu Han was not sure whether Tang San would reincarnate again and hide in the shadows, becoming a venomous snake.

The enemy would be in the dark while he stood in the open. That was far too dangerous for him.

In the end, it was not Tang San that Gu Han feared, but the Asura God.

Of course, it was also possible that Gu Han was overthinking it.

But that did not prevent him from preparing for the worst.

Gu Han stood by the window, lowered his head slightly, and clenched his fist. No matter what the future held, he would never cut ties with Martial Soul Hall.

Without Martial Soul Hall, he did not know how long it would have taken for him to awaken his martial soul, and the Nameless Technique would not have appeared alongside it.

Without Martial Soul Hall, he might not have had his current cultivation environment.

To Gu Han, Martial Soul Hall was undoubtedly the great tree that had sheltered his growth. Once he became powerful, he naturally would not abandon Martial Soul Hall.

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky and landed outside Gu Han's window, blocking the morning sunlight.

"Senior Yue Guan."

Gu Han recognized the visitor at once and greeted him respectfully.

"Come with me, kid. I'll take you to enroll."

"Please wait a moment, Senior. Allow this Junior to tidy up first."

"Mm, no need to hurry. I have nothing pressing to do anyway."

Yue Guan waved his hand casually. After all, he currently held nothing more than an idle post, so there was no rush.

Gu Han nodded, closed the window, washed up quickly, and straightened his appearance. Only then did he open the door, look at Yue Guan waiting against the wall, and speak.

"Senior Yue Guan, sorry to have kept you waiting."

"You're good in every way, kid, except you're a little too cautious. Let's go."

Yue Guan had naturally noticed Gu Han's careful reserve around both himself and the Pope, and now he pointed it out.

"Senior Yue Guan, this Junior treats all seniors this way. It is simply a habit."

Gu Han naturally understood Yue Guan's meaning. But of course, he would not start acting overly familiar just because of a single remark. There was a limit to taking an inch when given a mile.

"Fine, have it your way."

Yue Guan waved a hand indifferently. He did not dislike Gu Han's polite manner.

"Senior Yue Guan, when we were traveling here earlier, I noticed that you possessed a profound understanding of flowers and plants. I assumed this was knowledge within Martial Soul Hall, but when I visited the library yesterday, I found nothing about the flowers and medicinal herbs you mentioned."

Gu Han still needed to lay some groundwork regarding the Immortal Herbs.

Although he could wait until he became a Soul King and go alone, by then he would no longer need the Immortal Herbs.

These things had to be consumed early for their effects to be most pronounced.

"My knowledge of flowers and plants comes with my martial soul. Later, I'll give you a compendium of plants I wrote myself. Read it first, and if there is anything you do not understand, come ask me."

Yue Guan was not stingy with his knowledge. On the contrary, he greatly appreciated a young man who shared his interest in flowers and plants, and felt the comforting satisfaction of having someone to carry on his legacy.

That was also why Yue Guan thought so highly of Gu Han.

He was sensible, hardworking, polite, and, most importantly, shared the same hobby as him. It was truly difficult to dislike him.

Though Martial Soul Hall Academy was called an academy, it was actually a concentrated training camp for geniuses. Very few people could enter it; nearly all were top geniuses of the continent with Innate Soul Power between rank seven and nine.

This year's academy cohort was especially pitifully small, with only twenty people in total. More than half were the Offspring of various Elders or Bishops.

To be honest, Gu Han had only ever encountered one person with Innate Full Soul Power so far: Bibi Dong. Even Light Feather Offering had possessed only rank-nine Innate Soul Power.

Of course, Qian Xunji had also possessed it, but that was because he had received soul power bestowed by the Angel God.

Although his starting point had been high, it gave people the impression that he lacked staying power. Most likely, he had focused too much on raising his rank in the early stages and neglected to consolidate each level.

Later, there were also Tang San, Feng Xiaotian, and Oscar. As for those from the second part, there was no need to mention them.

It might sound like quite a few, but when one thought carefully about it, across an entire continent with hundreds of millions of people, there were only one or two in an era—sometimes none at all.

That showed just how rare Innate Full Soul Power was.

At that moment, all the students had gathered in the academy's open grounds, standing ramrod straight in two rows. Leading them was a slender-looking man dressed in black robes.

"Ghost Leopard Teacher, this is the student the Pope took in yesterday that I told you about. His name is Gu Han."

Yue Guan turned his gaze back to Gu Han and continued.

"Kid, this will be your teacher from now on. Don't let his appearance fool you—he's a Level 84 Soul Douluo, no weaker than I am."

"Greetings, Ghost Leopard Teacher."

Gu Han cupped his hands slightly. Another famous figure—the future Ghost Leopard Elder, the Titled Douluo who would be slain by Sword Douluo Chen Xin's Eighth Soul Skill. At least he had died with some dignity.

At the very least, it had been a weaker opponent defeating a stronger one. He had not been completely crushed by plot armor, so it was still somewhat acceptable.

Naturally, Ghost Leopard had no idea what Gu Han was thinking. He carefully examined Gu Han from head to toe, then nodded slightly.

"I understand. Chrysanthemum Guan, there's nothing more for you to do here. Leave him to me from now on."

The moment he heard that name, Yue Guan instantly shed his earlier elegant demeanor. He glared coldly at Ghost Leopard and ground out each word through clenched teeth.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Chrysanthemum Guan!!"

"I know, I know. Don't interrupt my class."

Ghost Leopard Elder waved his hand indifferently, clearly not taking it to heart. Still, he had no intention of fighting the other man here, so he did not provoke him further.

Gui Mei can call you Chrysanthemum Guan and you don't mind. So why do you act like a cat whose tail has been stepped on whenever we call you that?

"Hoo..."

Only after Ghost Leopard's momentum subsided did Yue Guan take a deep breath and steady his emotions. He then turned to Gu Han at his side and instructed him.

"Kid, I'll be leaving first. Train properly here. If anything happens, come find me."

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Yue Guan. I understand."

Gu Han bent slightly at the waist. Naturally, he gladly accepted the goodwill Yue Guan had shown him.