What Is Humility?

"Do you really think a single Soul Tool can compare to the bond between master and disciple we had?"

Lin Mu glanced at the Soul Tool, a flicker of delight passing through his eyes, though he put on an expression of dissatisfaction.

In truth, he had tricked Yu Xiaogang precisely for this Soul Tool.

Soul Tools were not particularly advanced at present, and Storage Soul Tools were even rarer. A Soul Tool with such immense storage space was exceptionally scarce; even a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins could not buy one.

Seeing that he was still unsatisfied, Yu Xiaogang nearly spat blood. Who was he trying to fool? They had only known each other for a few days—what master-disciple bond could they possibly have?

Clearly, this guy was trying to extort him.

"These Gold Soul Coins are all my savings. Is that enough?"

Yu Xiaogang took out a money pouch that looked quite heavy. He was clearly planning to go all-in.

"I didn't expect you to be this wealthy."

Lin Mu knew Yu Xiaogang had no source of income. These Gold Soul Coins could only have come from Spirit Hall's allowance.

Even a mere Soul Grandmaster could receive an allowance of ten Gold Soul Coins each month. Over time, that would add up to quite a substantial sum.

"Fine. It's a little lacking, but I'll consider it a favor to you, Gangzi. The wager is on."

Lin Mu reluctantly agreed.

Seeing his reaction, Yu Xiaogang briefly thought he had gotten a bargain.

In his view, these things were merely possessions. How could they compare to a disciple with Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power?

Besides, as long as he won the wager, not only would he gain the disciple, but he would not have to hand over the Soul Tool or the Gold Soul Coins either.

"It's a deal."

Afraid that Lin Mu might change his mind, Yu Xiaogang immediately settled it.

Seeing him take the bait, Lin Mu smiled and turned to Tang San behind him. "Tang San, use your first soul skill on him."

Hearing that, Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat. Why was this guy being so decisive, without the slightest hesitation?

Could he really be confident?

That was impossible. With his Soul Power at level twenty-nine, how could he possibly be controlled by a mere first soul skill?

"Wait, I need to summon my Martial Soul first," Yu Xiaogang hurriedly called out.

Tang San immediately looked toward his master. Only after Lin Mu nodded did he stop channeling Soul Power into the Blue Silver Grass.

At that moment, a trace of hesitation appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. He looked around from side to side, as though he was deeply worried about embarrassing himself.

Only after confirming that no one else was around did he bring his hands together before his chest, then swiftly spread them downward and shouted:

"Come out, Luo San Pao."

With a puff, a creature that looked both like a dog and a pig appeared before Yu Xiaogang. Its pig-like head kept rubbing against Yu Xiaogang's thigh.

"So it really is a pig."

Seeing this incredibly strange Martial Soul, Tang San blurted out.

Earlier, his master had said that this old man's Martial Soul was a pig, and Tang San had not entirely believed him. He had not expected it to truly be one.

Lin Mu did not mock him. His gaze fell upon Luo San Pao's forehead, where a noticeable bump could clearly be seen.

Aside from him, probably no one knew what it was.

If nothing unexpected happened, it should be the embryonic form of a dragon horn. Much like a snake transforming into a dragon, it had to pass through many stages, and this bump was one of the signs.

That meant Luo San Pao itself had the potential to transform into a dragon, but Yu Xiaogang had held it back.

The useless one was not Luo San Pao, but Yu Xiaogang. Just as he had once said, there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. That saying suited him perfectly.

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes, and the mockery in his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang deepened.

Faced with the contemptuous looks of the two of them, even Yu Xiaogang's thick skin could not stop embarrassment from appearing on his face.

If he had not been worried something might go wrong, he never would have summoned Luo San Pao.

If he really got controlled later, Luo San Pao could still help him. With the strength of the Blue Silver Grass, it could easily bite through it in one bite.

A moment later, Yu Xiaogang barely managed to calm himself and urged, "You may begin."

"Blue Silver Grass, Entangle!"

Tang San did not use a soul skill. Instead, he channeled Soul Power to control the growth of the Blue Silver Grass. Within a few breaths, vines as thick as a baby's fist completely wrapped around Yu Xiaogang.

During their journey back from the Star Dou Great Forest, Lin Mu had often taught Tang San how to control his Martial Soul. Even without the soul skill Biological Mother's Entanglement, he could wield it as easily as his own limbs.

Soon, Yu Xiaogang began struggling. After several seconds of testing, he discovered that the Blue Silver Grass's strength had indeed increased significantly.

But that was all. With the Blue Silver Grass's current strength, most one-ring beast Soul Masters could easily break free.

At this point, Yu Xiaogang was brimming with confidence and sneered inwardly. Blue Silver Grass is still just Blue Silver Grass. Trying to control a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster is nothing but wishful thinking!

To keep Lin Mu from flying into a rage out of humiliation, Yu Xiaogang even deliberately pretended that it was very difficult to break free.

But in the next second, he was completely dumbfounded.

"First soul skill, Blue Silver Crystal."

In an instant, the Blue Silver Grass became as hard as diamonds. Even when Yu Xiaogang strained with all his might, he could not break free from its restraints.

The main reason was that Yu Xiaogang was simply too useless. If it had been another two-ring beast Soul Master, it could only have held them for a few seconds at most.

"How is this possible?!"

After failing to struggle free, Yu Xiaogang wore an expression as if his entire worldview had collapsed. Only after a long while did he recover and look at Lin Mu. "What Soul Ring did you add to him?"

"Why should I tell you? Do you really think I'm a sucker like Spirit Hall?"

Lin Mu sneered. For someone like Yu Xiaogang, who stole knowledge, only Spirit Hall would repeatedly tolerate him. If it had been Lin Mu, he would have made sure Yu Xiaogang's reputation was utterly ruined.

Those words once again pierced Yu Xiaogang's fragile heart. His face reddened like pig liver, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he panted heavily.

In truth, the resources Yu Xiaogang had enjoyed were beyond what ordinary people could ever hope to attain in a lifetime, yet he did not know gratitude in the slightest.

Spirit Hall had given him all sorts of books and materials, yet he turned against Spirit Hall. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had poured resources into him, yet he stubbornly refused to return home. Calling him an ungrateful wretch would have been a compliment.

"Don't you understand humility at all?"

Yu Xiaogang could no longer suppress the fury in his heart and demanded an answer.

"Humility?"

Lin Mu froze for a moment before quickly recovering. He sneered, "I'm a Soul Ancestor, and you're a Soul Grandmaster. Why should I be humble? You're the one who should be humble."

Hearing that, a trace of bewilderment appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. It seemed to make some sense.

Hearing their exchange, Tang San fell into thought. As expected, every word Master says is a timeless truth.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself. He could not admit defeat yet. Otherwise, not only would he lose his disciple, but he would not even be able to afford food in the future.

Right, he still had Luo San Pao.