What Is Humility

"Do you seriously think a single Storage Soul Tool compares to our previous master-and-disciple bond?"

Lin Mu glanced at the Storage Soul Tool, a flicker of joy passing imperceptibly by, while on the surface he put on a dissatisfied look.

In reality, he had hoodwinked Yu Xiaogang precisely for this Storage Soul Tool.

Storage Soul Tools were not advanced yet, and storage ones were even scarcer. A Storage Soul Tool with an ultra-large storage space like this one was extremely rare, unable to be bought even for one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.

Seeing that the other was still unsatisfied, Yu Xiaogang almost spat a mouthful of dark blood. Who are you trying to fool? You've only known each other for a few days, what kind of master-and-disciple bond is there between you?

Clearly, this fellow was making an outrageous demand.

"These Gold Soul Coins are all my savings. That should do it, right?"

Yu Xiaogang took out a money pouch that looked to have quite a bit of weight to it, clearly intending to go all-in.

"I didn't expect you to be quite so wealthy."

Lin Mu knew Yu Xiaogang had no source of income, so these Gold Soul Coins could only be subsidies from Spirit Hall.

Even as just a Soul Grandmaster, he could collect a subsidy of ten Gold Soul Coins every month. Accumulated over a long time, it was quite a sizable saving.

"Fine. Although it's a bit little, I'll take it as doing Gangzi you a favor. The bet is established."

Lin Mu agreed as if finding it rather difficult.

Seeing this reaction from the other, Yu Xiaogang briefly thought he had gotten the upper hand.

In his view, these things were ultimately just worldly possessions; how could they compare to a disciple with Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power?

Besides, as long as he won the bet, not only would the disciple be his, but he wouldn't even have to give up the Storage Soul Tool and Gold Soul Coins.

"It's a deal."

Fearing the other would go back on his word, Yu Xiaogang immediately hammered down the agreement.

Seeing this fellow take the bait, the corners of Lin Mu's mouth curled into a smile, and he turned to look at Tang San behind him, saying, "Tang San, use your first soul skill on him."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. Why is this fellow so straightforward, not dragging his feet at all?

Could he really be certain?

This was simply unrealistic. With his soul power reaching as high as rank twenty-nine, how could he possibly be restrained by a mere first soul skill?

"Wait, I need to release my martial soul first," Yu Xiaogang cried out in a hurry.

Tang San immediately looked toward his master at the side, and upon seeing him nod, stopped channeling soul power into the Blue Silver Grass.

At this moment, a trace of hesitation appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. He looked left and right to survey the surroundings, wearing a thoroughly worried expression about making a fool of himself.

Only after confirming there were truly no other people did he bring his palms together in front of his chest, quickly separate them downward, and shout at the top of his lungs:

"Come forth, Luo San Pao!"

Accompanied by a poof, a creature that looked like both a dog and a pig appeared before Yu Xiaogang, its pig-like head constantly rubbing against Yu Xiaogang's thigh.

"So it really is a hog."

Seeing this incomparably strange martial soul, Tang San blurted out.

Previously, when his master said this old fellow's martial soul was a hog, he hadn't quite believed it. He hadn't expected it to truly be a hog.

Lin Mu didn't voice any mockery, his gaze falling upon Luo San Pao's forehead, where a distinct bump could be seen.

Aside from him, probably no one else knew what this was.

Barring any accidents, this should be the embryonic form of a dragon horn—just like how a snake undergoing the process of transforming into a dragon would go through many stages, and this bump was one of the symbols.

This meant Luo San Pao itself possessed the potential to transform into a dragon, but had been dragged down by Yu Xiaogang.

It wasn't Luo San Pao that was trash, but Yu Xiaogang. Just as that saying went, there were no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters. That phrase fit him most appropriately.

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes halfway, a few more shades of mockery entering the look he directed at Yu Xiaogang.

Facing the disdainful gazes of the two, thick-skinned as Yu Xiaogang was, a shade of embarrassment still crept onto his face at this moment.

Had he not been worried about something going wrong, he absolutely would not have released Luo San Pao.

In case he really got restrained in a moment, Luo San Pao could still help him; with the strength of the Blue Silver Grass, a single bite would easily snap it apart.

A moment later, Yu Xiaogang forced himself to steady his nerves and urged, "We can begin."

"Blue Silver Grass, Entanglement!"

Tang San didn't use his soul skill, instead outputting soul power to control the growth of the Blue Silver Grass. Within a few breaths, vines as thick as an infant's fist completely wrapped around Yu Xiaogang.

On the return journey from the Star Dou Great Forest, Lin Mu frequently instructed Tang San on how to control his martial soul. Even without a soul skill like Biological Mother's Entanglement, he could manage it as smoothly as moving his own fingers.

Soon, Yu Xiaogang began trying to struggle. After testing for a few seconds, he found that the strength of the Blue Silver Grass had indeed increased quite a bit.

Yet that was all. Based purely on the current strength of the Blue Silver Grass, most first-ring beast soul masters could easily break free.

At this point, Yu Xiaogang's confidence had swelled to the max, and he couldn't help sneering in his heart: Blue Silver Grass is ultimately just Blue Silver Grass. Wanting to restrain a rank-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster is simply wishful thinking!

To prevent Lin Mu from flying into a rage from humiliation, Yu Xiaogang deliberately put on an act of finding it very difficult to break free.

Yet the next second, he was left dumbfounded.

"First soul skill, Blue Silver Crystal."

In an instant, the hardness of the Blue Silver Grass became like diamond. Even with Yu Xiaogang exerting all the milk-cow strength in him, he could not break free of the bonds.

Mainly, Yu Xiaogang was just too useless. If it were replaced by any other second-ring beast soul master, they could at least resist for a few seconds.

"How is this possible!"

With his struggles yielding no results, Yu Xiaogang wore an expression of existential doubt. It took a long time for him to snap out of it, and he looked at Lin Mu to ask, "What kind of soul ring did you append to him?"

"Why should I tell you? Do you really take me for a sucker like Spirit Hall?"

Lin Mu sneered. A fellow like Yu Xiaogang who stole knowledge—Spirit Hall kept making concessions to him again and again; if it were him, he would definitely ruin the man's reputation completely.

These words once again stabbed at Yu Xiaogang's fragile heart. His cheeks flushed the color of pork liver, his eyes burned crimson, and he panted heavily like an ox.

In truth, the resources Yu Xiaogang enjoyed were things ordinary people could never hope to reach in a lifetime, yet he didn't know how to be grateful in the slightest.

Spirit Hall gave him all sorts of books and materials, yet he went against Spirit Hall. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan poured resources into him, yet he stubbornly refused to return home. To call him an ungrateful wretch was putting it mildly.

"Do you not understand humility at all?"

Yu Xiaogang completely failed to suppress the fury in his heart and questioned him.

"Humility?"

Lin Mu was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and sneered, "I am a Soul Ancestor, and you are a Soul Grandmaster. Why should I be humble? Clearly, you are the one who should be humble."

Hearing this, a look of bewilderment appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. It seemed to make a certain amount of sense.

Hearing the dialogue between the two, Tang San grew pensive, secretly thinking: As expected, every single word Master says is a golden rule of truth.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He couldn't afford to admit defeat yet, or else not only would he lose his disciple, but even having a meal in the future would become a problem.

Right, he still had Luo San Pao.