Flame of Nawa, Devouring the Power of Fierce Flames

"You'll regret this!"

Seeing that the die had been cast, Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly in displeasure, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.

In his eyes, Blue Silver Grass was an out-and-out useless Martial Soul. Aside from himself, a master of Martial Soul Theory, no one could possibly understand it through research.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang trying to slip away, Lin Mu moved first to block his path and said unfriendly, "Did I say you could leave, Master~?"

He stressed the final two words heavily, making the mockery unmistakable.

At those words, Yu Xiaogang's face darkened like it could drip water. This was clearly their first meeting, so why was this man's hostility toward him so great?

"Don't push people too far. The dean of Nuoding Academy is my friend."

As he said this, Yu Xiaogang was obviously lacking confidence. His dean friend was merely a Level 42 Soul Ancestor and was most likely no match for this man.

Lin Mu had originally been a Level 46 Soul Ancestor. After gaining one level of Soul Power just now, he was now a Level 47 Soul Ancestor.

"Weren't you acting quite arrogantly earlier? You're clearly just a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, yet you dared to spout nonsense before a Soul Ancestor. I could cripple you right now without any problem."

Those words were like a sharp blade piercing Yu Xiaogang's heart, tearing apart the last scraps of his pride.

After cultivating for decades and still remaining at Level 29, he had already been incomparably ashamed. If his cultivation were crippled as well, he would become a complete and utter waste.

"H-How was I supposed to know you were a Soul Ancestor?"

Yu Xiaogang had completely lost his previous arrogance. Even his voice trembled, clearly terrified that his cultivation would be crippled.

"Don't you know now?"

Lin Mu did not truly intend to do anything to Yu Xiaogang. Although the man was trash, his relationship with that madwoman Bibi Dong ran deep.

If anything happened to him, Bibi Dong would likely go even more completely insane.

"Lord Soul Ancestor, I know I was wrong."

Yu Xiaogang bowed deeply to Lin Mu, his eyes bloodshot. This was the first time he had bowed and apologized to someone younger than himself, and humiliation surged within him.

"Get lost."

"Master, he knows I have Twin Martial Souls. Could he cause trouble for us?"

After Yu Xiaogang left, Tang San asked with a worried expression.

"Don't worry. Though that man is trash, he values his life greatly. He wouldn't dare do that," Lin Mu said calmly.

Hearing this, the weight hanging over Tang San's heart finally lifted.

By his way of thinking, they should have eliminated the roots of the problem. But since his master had said so, it was not his place to raise objections.

Tang San was, after all, influenced by the mindset of an ancient man. He had to show absolute respect toward his master.

Even with trash like Yu Xiaogang, Tang San had not done anything so outrageous as betraying his master and forsaking his ancestors.

In the end, Yu Xiaogang was merely a paper tiger, incapable of making Tang San feel genuine awe. That was why he later became Gangzi.

Looking at the original work as a whole, the theories Yu Xiaogang plagiarized were all correct, while the theories he summarized himself were instead wrong.

His ability to guess that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls was nothing more than a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul appeared to be ordinary Blue Silver Grass, but it actually possessed the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor. As long as he completed his second awakening later, it could transform into the Blue Silver Emperor.

It was not one strong and one weak as Yu Xiaogang had claimed.

"Alright, I'll take you to buy some daily necessities first."

After buying Tang San his daily necessities, Lin Mu did not return to Nuoding Academy. He was not a teacher there, after all, so he found an inn nearby and stayed the night.

Inside the room, Lin Mu sat cross-legged on the bed and released his Martial Soul once more.

It had the texture of red metal, with two openings in the middle and a small slot at the top, where a red key was inserted. Its edges on both sides were serrated like flames.

This was his Martial Soul: Flame of Nawa.

When his Martial Soul had awakened, Lin Mu had been dumbfounded. Looking at it now, it was perhaps the work of his cheat.

In the eyes of the Steward responsible for the awakening, his Martial Soul was merely a strange piece of metal. Though it had not been classified as a useless Martial Soul, it had not received Spirit Hall's attention either.

Lin Mu did not want to keep too high a profile anyway, so Spirit Hall's handling of the matter suited him perfectly.

To outsiders, Flame of Nawa was just an ordinary chunk of metal. Other than using it to smash people, they could not imagine any other method of attack.

In reality, however, Flame of Nawa was an extremely well-rounded suit of armor, and its Martial Soul quality was absolutely among the very best.

Sixteen years ago, Lin Mu had come to this world and been taken in and raised by an elderly apothecary.

Although his cheat had not been activated before, with Innate Full Soul Power and a powerful Martial Soul, Lin Mu's cultivation journey had gone fairly smoothly.

It was only after Apothecary Grandpa passed away that Lin Mu left the city where he had lived since childhood. He cultivated while traveling across the continent, and in the past few days, he had happened to arrive in Nuoding City.

"With this cheat, I might be able to obtain other armors in the future."

Lin Mu's eyes flickered as he thought to himself.

Flame of Nawa was an offensive-type armor. Its attributes in certain areas fell short of other armors, but if he obtained more armor, his strength could rise considerably.

"Correcting Tang San's personality won't be easy."

Lin Mu sighed. Though Tang San had already taken him as his master, so he no longer had to worry about the harmful influence of Yu Xiaogang and Shrek Academy.

However, Tang Sect had also greatly influenced Tang San. Otherwise, he would not blurt out, "You already have a way to die," at the slightest disagreement.

But Lin Mu was different from Yu Xiaogang. Even if his education ultimately failed, he was confident he could suppress that little bastard Tang San.

Meanwhile, Tang San had already moved into the Work-Study Student dormitory. Beside his bed sat quite a few things: bedding, a washbasin, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and other daily necessities.

Lin Mu had paid for all of them. Though they were not worth much, they made Tang San feel warmth unlike anything he had ever known.

If Tang San had not been a transmigrator, Tang Hao would have played him to death long ago.

Tang San had felt almost no paternal love from Tang Hao. The only time he had experienced any was after he displayed the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Tang San, if you're so rich, why are you still a Work-Study Student?"

"Master bought all of these for me."

"You took a master as soon as you enrolled?"

Upon learning that Tang San had a master, Wang Sheng revealed a surprised expression.

Although Blue Silver Grass was merely a useless Martial Soul, Tang San still had Innate Full Soul Power. There had to be plenty of Soul Masters competing to take him as a disciple, so taking a master so early seemed somewhat too hasty.

"Then do you know what cultivation your master has?"

"A Soul Ancestor."

Upon hearing "Soul Ancestor," Wang Sheng and the other Work-Study Students all widened their eyes. Given their horizons, a Soul Ancestor was already an incomparably distinguished figure.

Seeing their shocked reactions, Tang San could not help feeling a trace of pride.

At home, even eating his fill had been a luxury. If not for Grandpa Jack's aid, he would likely have starved to death long ago. Now that he had a master, everything was getting better.

His master had said that he would take him to hunt a Soul Ring tomorrow. He, too, would be able to become a respected Soul Master.

Compared with his father, who treated alcohol like his life, the master he had known for only one day treated him so well. This left Tang San feeling deeply conflicted.

But Tang San was, after all, influenced by an ancient man's way of thinking. No matter how poorly his father treated him, he could only choose to accept it.