"You'll regret this!"
Seeing that the matter was settled, Yu Xiaogang snorted in displeasure, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.
In his eyes, Blue Silver Grass was an utterly useless Martial Soul. Other than himself, a master of Martial Soul Theory, no one could possibly understand it.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang trying to slip away, Lin Mu moved ahead and blocked his path. His tone was unfriendly as he said, "Did I say you could leave, Master?"
He put heavy emphasis on the last two words, making the mockery unmistakable.
At his words, Yu Xiaogang's face darkened as if water could drip from it. They had clearly met for the first time, so why was this man so hostile toward him?
"Don't go too far. The dean of Nuoding Academy is my friend."
When he said that, Yu Xiaogang was clearly lacking confidence. His dean friend was only a Level 42 Soul Ancestor and would most likely be no match for this man.
Lin Mu had originally been a Level 46 Soul Ancestor. After gaining one First Level Soul Power earlier, he was now a Level 47 Soul Ancestor.
"Weren't you acting pretty arrogant before? You're only a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, yet you dared to spout nonsense in front of a Soul Ancestor. Even if I crippled you right now, no one could say a thing."
Those words were like a sharp blade piercing Yu Xiaogang's heart, tearing apart the last shred of his pride.
After cultivating for decades and still being stuck at Level 29, he had already been ashamed beyond measure. 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 former arrogance. Even his voice trembled, clearly afraid that his cultivation would be crippled.
"Don't you know now?"
Lin Mu did not truly intend to do anything to Yu Xiaogang. The man might be a waste, but he had a deep connection with that madwoman Bibi Dong.
If anything happened to him, Bibi Dong would probably go even more insane.
"Lord Soul Ancestor, I know I was wrong."
Yu Xiaogang gave Lin Mu a deep bow, his eyes bloodshot. This was the first time he had bowed and apologized to someone younger than himself, and humiliation welled up within him.
"Get lost."
"Master, that man knows I have Twin Martial Souls. Will he cause trouble for us?"
After Yu Xiaogang left, Tang San asked with a worried expression.
"Don't worry. He may be a waste, but he values his life greatly. He wouldn't dare," Lin Mu said calmly.
At that, the stone hanging over Tang San's heart finally dropped.
By his way of thinking, they should have cut the weeds and uprooted them. But since his master had said so, he could not question it.
Tang San still thought like an ancient man and believed a master deserved absolute respect.
Even with a waste like Yu Xiaogang, Tang San had not done anything as disgraceful as betraying his master and forsaking his ancestors.
In the end, Yu Xiaogang was only a paper tiger. He could not earn Tang San's heartfelt awe, which was why he later became Gangzi.
Looking at the original story as a whole, the theories Yu Xiaogang stole were all correct, while the theories he came up with himself were wrong instead.
His deduction 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 Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline. 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. After all, he was not a teacher there, so he found an inn nearby and stayed the night.
In the room, Lin Mu sat cross-legged on the bed and summoned his Martial Soul again.
It had the texture of red metal, with two openings in the middle. At the top was a small slot holding a red key, while the edges on both sides were lined with flame-like serrations.
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 golden finger.
In the eyes of the steward in charge of awakening, his Martial Soul was merely a strange piece of metal. While it was not judged to be 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 piece of metal. Other than using it to smash people, they could not imagine any other method of attack.
In truth, however, Flame of Nawa was a highly versatile 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 raised by an elderly apothecary.
Although his golden finger had not activated before, with Innate Full Soul Power and a powerful Martial Soul, Lin Mu's cultivation journey had been relatively smooth.
It was only after the old apothecary passed away that Lin Mu left the city where he had grown up. He cultivated while traveling the continent, and in the past few days, he had happened to arrive in Nuoding City.
"With this golden finger, 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 aspects did not compare to those of other armors, so acquiring more would greatly increase his strength.
"Correcting Tang San's personality won't be easy."
Lin Mu sighed. Though Tang San had already acknowledged him as his master, meaning he would no longer need to worry about Yu Xiaogang and Shrek Academy poisoning his mind.
However, the Tang Sect's influence on Tang San was also immense. Otherwise, he would not declare, "You already have a death wish," at the slightest disagreement.
Still, Lin Mu was different from Yu Xiaogang. Even if his teachings 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 lay quite a few things: bedding, a washbasin, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and other daily necessities.
Lin Mu had paid for all of them. They were not worth much, but they gave Tang San a warmth he had never experienced before.
If Tang San had not been a transmigrator, Tang Hao would have played him to death long ago.
Tang San had felt almost no fatherly love from Tang Hao. The only time he had received any was after he revealed the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Tang San, if you're so rich, why are you still a Work-Study Student?"
"My master bought all this for me."
"You found 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 only a useless Martial Soul, Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power. Plenty of Soul Masters would surely have wanted to take him as a disciple, so accepting a master so early seemed rather hasty.
"Do you know what rank your master is?"
"A Soul Ancestor."
The moment they heard "Soul Ancestor," Wang Sheng and the other Work-Study Students all widened their eyes. Given their horizons, a Soul Ancestor was already an exceptionally noble 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 support, he would likely have starved to death long ago. Now that he had a master, everything was getting better.
His master had said that tomorrow, he would take him to hunt for a Soul Ring. He too could become a respected Soul Master.
Compared to his alcoholic father, the master he had known for only a day treated him so well. It left Tang San feeling deeply conflicted.
But Tang San still thought like an ancient man. No matter how poorly his father treated him, he could only accept it.
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