The Master Gets Slapped

"Would you be willing to take me as your master?"

The words exploded in Yao Yan's mind. He stared dumbfounded at the "master" before him, as though he had just heard something utterly unbelievable.

Seeing Yao Yan's reaction, Yu Xiaogang was quite pleased, assuming that he had simply been stunned by the sudden good news.

He cleared his throat and launched into an impassioned analysis. "I've studied more than six hundred people whose martial souls were Blue Silver Grass, and fewer than three percent of them possessed soul power.

According to my Ten Core Competencies, ordinary Blue Silver Grass simply cannot account for your Level 6 Innate Soul Power.

I am certain that your martial soul has mutated—and that it is a beneficial mutation."

Yao Yan snapped back to his senses. After listening to Yu Xiaogang's lengthy analysis, he quickly turned away, raised a hand over his mouth, and clenched his teeth to suppress his laughter.

"It seems my judgment was entirely correct." Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, brimming with confidence.

It took Yao Yan quite a while before he barely managed to calm himself and lower the hand covering his mouth.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang continued to persuade him. "If you cultivate recklessly, even a beneficially mutated martial soul may turn into a harmful mutation.

"If you take me as your master, then with my knowledge, I can certainly map out the best path of cultivation for you."

Yao Yan turned back, the corners of his lips threatening to rise. "Master, let's report in first. My martial soul hasn't mutated."

He would not be fooled so easily by a few words like someone else.

This Master Yu did not even know that physical strength could affect Innate Soul Power, yet he dared call himself a master?

If not for the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang San—the disciple standing before him—with that skinny, frail body of his, would he still have dreamed of Innate Full Soul Power?

That was pure fantasy!

"That's impossible!" Yu Xiaogang was utterly shocked. He hurried forward and blocked Yao Yan's path. "Release your martial soul and let me verify it."

Helpless, Yao Yan raised his right hand. A small blade of grass appeared in his palm.

Yu Xiaogang quickly leaned in for a closer look, repeatedly confirming that it was indeed no different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

"No, it can't be... How could my theory be wrong?!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot, and he panted heavily.

"Your martial soul's mutation must not have manifested yet! Xiao San, let's go!" He grabbed Tang San's hand and hurried toward the Academic Affairs Office.

Yao Yan did not care in the slightest. He followed leisurely behind them, and before long, the three arrived at the Academic Affairs Office.

Yu Xiaogang placed the Spirit Hall certificate on the table. "Director Su, these are the work-study students sent here this year. I've already verified them.

"One of them is my disciple. Please help register him."

"Sure!" Director Su took the certificates and quickly checked the information.

Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San's head. "Xiao San, register here first. They'll tell you what to do. Your teacher has something to take care of, so I'll be leaving."

"Alright, goodbye, Teacher." Tang San nodded.

As Yu Xiaogang turned to leave, he shot Yao Yan a disdainful glance.

In his mind, no one on the continent could match his theories, and only geniuses were worthy of receiving his guidance.

Yao Yan had actually refused to become his disciple. He truly did not know what was good for him. Once his martial soul was completely ruined, he would have plenty of time to regret it.

"Oh? I thought the sun had risen in the west. He finally agreed to accept a student. Turns out he found a fine seedling with Innate Full Soul Power."

Holding the certificate, Director Su studied Tang San with great interest. "Little Fellow, are you sure you want to cultivate under him?"

"Teacher, is that against school rules?" Tang San asked in confusion.

"Not at all. His talent in certain areas is indeed 'very strong.'" Director Su answered meaningfully as he processed the registration.

"Director Su, he's not even here. Why are you still saving face for him?" A young teacher walked over with a teacup in hand.

"That master goes on all day about 'there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.' Yet he refuses to teach a single student assigned to him by the headmaster.

"Now that he's accepted a disciple with Innate Full Soul Power, his theories should finally be put into practice, right?"

Standing to the side, Yao Yan caught their meaning and could not help but smile.

Master Yu shouted that phrase every day, yet he should have found someone with poor talent and a useless martial soul.

What was the point of finding someone with such a strong foundation?

"Go on, go on. Master Yu is the headmaster's friend, so stop gossiping about him here." Director Su waved his hand, quickly shooing them away.

Before long, their information had been recorded.

"The work-study student dormitory is Room Seven." As Director Su spoke, he took two sets of school uniforms from a cabinet and handed one to each of them.

Yao Yan accepted his things and asked, "Teacher, may I ask where the Library is?"

"It's on the third floor of the building next door." Director Su pointed in a direction.

Yao Yan nodded his thanks and carried his luggage toward the dormitory.

Tang San's back had long since vanished from sight. The two teachers' words had not affected him at all; if anything, he sneered at them inwardly.

He believed that someone who could infer from a certificate alone that he possessed Twin Martial Souls could not possibly be useless.

But how could he know that Master Yu had merely stumbled onto the answer by blind luck?

The moment Yao Yan arrived at the dormitory, he saw Tang San engaged in a fierce battle with the dorm leader.

He found an empty bed, set down his belongings, and watched with great interest.

In the end, Wang Sheng was slammed heavily to the ground by Tang San's Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, bringing the contest to an end.

Tang San temporarily became the new boss of Seventh Dormitory.

As for why it was only temporary, Xiao Wu would soon drag him down from his throne.

Yao Yan glanced toward the doorway and, sure enough, a pretty young girl in a pink skirt with the distinctive scorpion braid appeared.

She was Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.

"Excuse me? Is this Seventh Dormitory?" Xiao Wu asked timidly, her little face flushed red.

Everyone in the dormitory turned to look. Seeing such a beautiful little girl, they were all left dumbfounded.

Yao Yan's eyes were equally blazing!

This was a walking Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone!

But he quickly calmed down. As long as Xiao Wu appeared here, she could only end up belonging to Tang San.

Whoever dared touch her or flirt with her...

Tang Hao would emerge from the shadows carrying his great hammer and make them disappear from this world for good.

Xiao Wu entered the dormitory and, upon hearing that strength ruled here, immediately revealed her true nature and began a fierce fight with Tang San.

He had seen the person he wanted to see, and Yao Yan had no interest in fighting.

He carefully arranged the items in his Backpack, then left the dormitory with his pet Xiao Ying and headed for the Library.

At present, he had three things to do:

First, find detailed information about Martial Souls and determine the path he would take in the future.

Second, gather more books related to herbs and further improve the Healing Potion he had developed.

Books were exceedingly scarce in this world. Over the past few years, he had only managed to obtain four books on herbs, so he urgently needed to expand his knowledge.

Third, based on prescriptions from his previous life, he also planned to try preparing a Medicinal Bath that could increase cultivation speed.

With his plans settled, he headed toward the Library.