Accepting Tang San as a Disciple

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes, keenly capturing Tang San's subtle movements, and inwardly muttered what a good fellow, truly living up to the Tang Sect style.

"Tang San, as long as you take me as your master, I will definitely cultivate you into the most powerful soul master in the entire continent."

Growing more and more excited as he spoke, Yu Xiaogang reached out to grab Tang San's shoulders, his eyes filled with eagerness, completely failing to notice that Tang San was preparing to make a move on him.

At that moment, however, Lin Mu spoke up.

"Stop spouting nonsense here as a level-29 soul grandmaster. Educate yourself before educating others, when you are a piece of trash yourself, what qualifications do you have to teach a genius with innate full soul power?"

At those words, veins bulged on Yu Xiaogang's forehead, his eyes turning bloodshot and his breathing sounding like a panting ox.

As a renowned theoretical master in the soul master world, he was actually called a piece of trash to his face by a junior.

It was simply a supreme humiliation.

Tang San at the side, however, nodded inwardly, feeling a surge of relief that he had almost been deceived by this old thing.

Earlier, when this old thing saw that he had twin martial souls, he thought he had met an expert, but seeing it now, it was most likely just a blind guess that happened to hit the mark.

"You yellow mouth child, you say I'm not qualified to teach him, could it be that you're going to teach him cultivation?"

Seeing that the situation was turning bad, Yu Xiaogang decisively used retreat as advance to say.

In his view, this youth was only in his teens, so what qualifications did he have to teach others? Right now, he could only force him away first and figure out a way to hoodwink Tang San later.

"Compared to a grandmaster like you who swindles and bluffs, at least I won't waste his talent."

Saying this, Lin Mu walked slowly over to Tang San and said softly, "Tang San, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

As soon as these words came out, both Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were stunned.

Yu Xiaogang had originally thought this person was just his black fan, which was why he kept undermining him, never expecting that this fellow had come precisely for Tang San.

This was the perfect disciple he had been yearning for day and night, his only chance to prove that he was not trash.

If he missed this disciple, he would never be able to shake off the name of trash.

The reason Tang San was stunned was that Lin Mu was too young, looking only about ten years older than him, not even reaching the age he was in his previous life.

"Ridiculous, you're only in your teens and you actually want to take on disciples, you'll only mislead a promising youth." Yu Xiaogang said with a look of utter disdain.

A greenhorn and a martial soul theoretical master, any normal person knew who to choose.

"Ambition lies not in advanced age, without ambition one lives a hundred years in vain; you haven't even figured out your own martial soul, you're just an old fool resting on his seniority."

In Lin Mu's view, Tang San's path of cultivation all the way to Titled Douluo and even becoming a god had nothing much to do with Yu Xiaogang.

If an expert above soul king had taught him, it wouldn't have been any worse than Yu Xiaogang.

"Ambition lies not in advanced age, without ambition one lives a hundred years in vain."

Tang San silently recited it once, a hint of agreement adding to the gaze he cast toward Lin Mu.

"Utter nonsense, I cultivated to level twenty-nine with innate half-level soul power, I am already a genius among geniuses!"

As he spoke, a trace of genuine pride appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face; if his innate soul power had exceeded rank five, he would at least be at the soul sage level by now.

It must have been his epoch-making wisdom that made the heavens jealous, which was why his innate soul power was only half a level.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's smug expression, Lin Mu and Tang San exchanged glances, and with great tacit understanding, distanced themselves from him.

Extreme conceit plus extreme ego, he was completely a madman living in his own world.

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more excited he became, strolling right up in front of Lin Mu and saying rightously:

"When all is said and done, you're just a brat in your teens, how many books have you even read, how could you possibly understand the might of my martial soul theory—the sea cannot be measured by a pint cup!"

"Fine then, as an elder, this grandmaster is magnanimous and won't bicker with you this time, get out of Nuoding Academy quickly."

With a flick, Yu Xiaogang turned around, placing his hands behind his back and striking the posture of an expert; as a martial soul theoretical master, he refused to believe he couldn't bluff these two.

"A mere level twenty-nine, yet you dare call yourself a grandmaster, I have never seen such a brazen and shameless person."

After hurling that harsh curse, Lin Mu still felt it wasn't enough, and stretched out his right hand to release his martial soul.

Accompanied by the gathering of surrounding fire elements, a bizarre red metallic object emerged from his palm, hovering right above it.

"What kind of martial soul is this?"

Yu Xiaogang, who fancied himself a grandmaster, was instantly dumbfounded; this type of martial soul had never been seen before, and just by its appearance, it looked like an ordinary piece of metal.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang sneered inwardly—if they called him trash, how much better was this guy himself?

Yet the very next second, he was completely stunned.

He saw four soul rings revolving and rising from beneath Lin Mu's feet—two yellow and two purple, a very standard configuration.

This represented that Lin Mu was a four-ring soul ancestor!

Yet this fellow looked at most seventeen or eighteen years old, how could he possibly have cultivated to a soul ancestor? Even placed within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, there were no such outstanding geniuses.

"Yu Xiaogang, do you still think you aren't trash now?"

These words pierced through Yu Xiaogang's heart like a sharp sword; the immense psychological gap crushed him until he could barely breathe, his eyes dull and standing foolishly frozen in place as he doubted for the first time whether his martial soul theory had a problem.

He didn't understand.

This person clearly had a mutated martial soul just like him, and the martial soul's quality didn't look high either, so why could he cultivate to a soul ancestor at such an age?

Could it be that I really am a piece of trash?

Suffering such a major blow, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but start doubting the meaning of his life.

If he had found a soul ring that suited Luo San Pao, perhaps he wouldn't have stopped at level twenty-nine, but the wood was already carved into a boat; in this lifetime, it was virtually impossible to break through to level thirty.

Seeing the four revolving soul rings, Tang San's eyes were filled with shock, even laced with a trace of worship.

Even Su Yuntao, the steward who had awakened his martial soul, was merely a two-ring soul grandmaster.

The most crucial point was that Lin Mu was even younger than Steward Su Yuntao, and cultivating to a soul ancestor at such an age was enough to show that his research on martial souls was not bad at all.

At least he was more reliable than this swindling grandmaster.

Having figured it out, Tang San resolutely knelt before Lin Mu, then heavily knocked his head against the ground three times.

"Master, please accept me as your disciple."

Living through two lifetimes, Tang San was not some fool who understood nothing. Right now, he was all alone in the world, and if he wanted to become a powerful soul master, taking a young four-ring soul ancestor as his master was the best choice.

Seeing Tang San kneeling before Lin Mu begging to become his disciple, Yu Xiaogang's heart turned to ashes. He took two disbelieving steps back, feeling an urge to vomit blood.

Without the twin martial souls and the perfect disciple with innate full soul power, what was he going to use to prove his martial soul theory?

Lin Mu raised a hand, signaling Tang San to stand up, and said, "Call me Shifu from now on, you are not allowed to call me Master."

"Understood, Shifu."

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San spoke with a respectful expression.

Just as Tang San finished his master-apprentice ceremony, the panel before Lin Mu's eyes underwent a change.

[Main quest completion progress has reached five percent, reward: soul power increased by one rank.]