Night.
The cool moonlight spilled down from the sky, casting its glow over a somewhat dilapidated dormitory building.
Inside a room on the top floor.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating a brown wooden bed on the right side of the room. A middle-aged man lay on it.
Just then, the middle-aged man, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked as though he had just woken from a nightmare, his face still full of shock. He gasped for air, then looked down at his hands.
"I'm not dead! I actually survived!"
The middle-aged man was visibly excited. He hurriedly checked himself from head to toe, and when he saw that he was unharmed, he could no longer hide his joy and burst into laughter.
But after only a few laughs, a sudden wave of pain shot through his head, and he immediately passed out.
More than ten minutes later, the middle-aged man finally woke up. He got out of bed and hurried over to a full-length mirror by the window.
The reflection showed a man with short black hair parted three-to-seven, ordinary features, and eyes that held a hint of laziness and dejection. He was somewhat thin, yet carried a peculiar air about him. He looked to be in his forties.
The middle-aged man glanced around at the brown bed, the tall bookcase, and the Western-style decorations. A trace of bitterness appeared on his face.
He had transmigrated. In his previous life, he had been a rich second-generation heir on Blue Star, living a life of luxury, fast cars, beautiful women, and wild indulgence.
But just moments ago, the plane he had been on had crashed. He had thought he would be torn to pieces, but instead, he had unexpectedly transmigrated into Yu Xiaogang, a man whose life had been nothing but tragedy.
As a child, he had been looked down on by his clan because of his poor Martial Soul aptitude. So he left the family and studied hard, hoping his exceptional knowledge of Martial Souls would change his fate. In the end, however, he had only paved the way for someone else.
Later, he met the woman he loved more than anyone and thought he could be happy with her for the rest of his life. But then he discovered she was his cousin, and had no choice but to break up with her in anguish.
After that, he lost heart and spent the rest of his days living under someone else's roof.
Yu Xiaogang scratched his head. Countless worries welled up inside him, but a moment later, he pushed them all down.
Now that he had transmigrated, there was no changing what had happened. He could only accept it. The priority now was to figure out what to do next.
Yu Xiaogang sat back down on the bed and began reviewing the events to come.
He was currently at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy. Tomorrow was the day new students would enroll, and Tang San would be among them. Yu Xiaogang would also become Tang San's teacher.
After that, Tang San would soar to success, while Yu Xiaogang could only offer his congratulations from the sidelines. Even when faced with trouble, he would remain powerless. And when the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was destroyed, he could only keep silent.
In the end, Tang San would ascend to the Divine Realm, while Yu Xiaogang would remain in the mortal world until he died of old age.
"Now that I've come to Douluo Continent, how could I give up the chance to live forever? But with my current circumstances, becoming a god is absolutely impossible."
In the original story, the Soul Masters who managed to become gods either came from families with long legacies or were monstrous geniuses with Twin Martial Souls.
As for the Shrek Seven Devils, who became gods later on, they only seized their opportunities thanks to Tang San.
"Tang San, my dear disciple, can't you let your master borrow some of your luck?"
Perhaps the transmigration god had heard the protagonist's plea. A crisp system notification suddenly rang in Yu Xiaogang's ear.
[Ding! Master-Disciple System activated!] [You have become a teacher. You may choose a disciple to bind.] [By following your disciple, you will also have the opportunity to grow stronger.] [PS: A disciple need not be inferior to their master, and a master need not be superior to their disciple.]
A transparent blue panel appeared before him. Yu Xiaogang glanced over it, then opened the Personal Homepage.
[Name: Yu Xiaogang] [Soul Power: Level 29] [Martial Soul: Luo Sanpao] [Evaluation: A defective product of bloodline mutation, among the weakest Soul Masters of the same rank.]
Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes in anger, then scrolled down and selected the disciple panel. He found it completely empty.
"It's probably because I haven't bound anyone yet. But it won't be long now. Tomorrow will be the real test of this system."
The following day, at noon.
Inside a teahouse across from the gates of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
Yu Xiaogang had arrived early. He sipped his tea while keeping an eye on the street, waiting for his beloved disciple to show up.
The teapot was already empty, but his visitor still hadn't arrived. Yu Xiaogang was beginning to feel a little impatient.
Just then, two figures, one old and one young, appeared around the corner.
The old man was plainly dressed and had an unremarkable face. One glance was enough to tell he was an ordinary country farmer. He was Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village.
The little boy beside him looked ordinary and wore shabby clothes, but there was something unusual about his bearing. His eyes held a composure that didn't belong to someone his age.
This was the beloved disciple Yu Xiaogang had been thinking about all along: Tang San!
"As expected of the protagonist. That air of a born ruler really is extraordinary."
Yu Xiaogang drank the last of his tea, then settled his bill with the shopkeeper and got ready to make his entrance.
The old man and boy strolled up to the academy gates. Seeing their shabby clothes, the gatekeeper looked down on them and deliberately made things difficult, hoping to extort a bribe.
A dispute broke out. The gatekeeper tried to shove Old Jack, but Tang San promptly knocked him to the ground. The confrontation looked ready to escalate.
"It's my cue!"
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang hurried across the street toward the academy gates.
Meanwhile, the gatekeeper couldn't bear the humiliation of being knocked down by a six-year-old. He scrambled to his feet and prepared to charge at Tang San.
"Stop!"
A somewhat hoarse voice suddenly rang out from across the way. It belonged to Yu Xiaogang, who had hurried over.
To make sure he could take Tang San as his disciple without a hitch, Yu Xiaogang didn't alter the story. He made a gesture, then took Tang San's Martial Soul certificate from Old Jack.
Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power...
"It really is a strange combination. But you can't blame Su Yuntao for getting it wrong. Who could have imagined that a Martial Soul called the Blue Silver Emperor existed?"
Yu Xiaogang gave the rest of the certificate a cursory glance, then followed the original story and led Tang San into the academy.
He then took the initiative to reveal that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls. Tang San was astonished, promptly bowed down, and wanted to take Yu Xiaogang as his master.
[Ding! Someone has offered to become your disciple. Bind disciple: Tang San?]
With overwhelming excitement, Yu Xiaogang silently confirmed it in his heart, then carefully helped Tang San up from the ground.
"Good disciple, my dream will depend on you!"
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