Gangzi's Confidence: Lin Chen Will Definitely Take Me as His Master

Ning Rongrong couldn't understand—if a greasy uncle in his twenties was stuck at over level twenty, what else was he if not trash?

Thinking this, Ning Rongrong started attacking Bibi Dong again.

[I Am Little Princess: For someone who's the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, you can't even recognize trash when you see it.]

[I Am Little Princess: The Diary Owner just said that Jade Little Sword originally had the bloodline of the super martial soul Golden Holy Dragon. If he's really the Theory Grandmaster you claim, then why hasn't he solved his own martial soul problem?]

[I Am Little Princess: Even now, that Jade Little Sword hasn't broken through to Soul Elder. Clearly, the Jade Little Sword you're talking about is nothing but a man with an empty reputation.]

[I Am Little Princess: And didn't Jade Little Sword say there are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters? Then him being stuck below Soul Elder at his age just proves he's a trash soul master.]

Ning Rongrong truly was Ning Fengzhi's daughter—she'd perfectly inherited his sharp tongue, each word stabbing straight into Bibi Dong's heart.

Martial Soul City.

Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong's chest heaved with rage at Ning Rongrong's words.

"Damn it, this 'I Am Little Princess' truly has a Death Sentence."

"How dare she insult my Jade Little Sword like this!"

Bibi Dong was furious. None of the people in the group understood Little Sword's talent, or how hard he worked to prove himself!

Meanwhile.

Lin Chen had no idea that his diary content had sparked a massive argument among the Douluo goddesses in the Chat Group.

Lin Chen had just finished reporting at the Teaching Affairs Office and was now walking toward his Exclusive Dormitory.

At that moment, two figures blocked Lin Chen's path—none other than Jade Little Sword and Tang san.

"You're the student named Lin Chen, right? Hurry up and summon your martial soul for me to see."

Jade Little Sword looked at Lin Chen with eyes full of excitement and longing, as if examining a perfect experiment.

Hearing this, Lin Chen frowned, anger flashing across his face as he said unhappily:

"This greasy uncle, I don't even know you. Blocking my path and ordering me to summon my martial soul—aren't you being a bit too overbearing?"

"How dare you! Lin Chen, the man before you is the continent-renowned Grandmaster."

"Teacher only stopped you because he sees potential in your martial soul, yet you show no gratitude and instead speak rudely."

"Where are your manners? Where's the respect a student should have for a teacher?"

Seeing Lin Chen verbally insult Jade Little Sword, Tang san shouted from the side.

He pointed a finger at Lin Chen, spouting moral platitudes, completely unaware that his own behavior was wrong.

"Do you two have a problem?"

"You were the ones who blocked me, and now you want me to summon my martial soul for you to see? Don't you realize how rude that is?"

"Let me remind you—a martial soul is a soul master's secret, not something to be casually revealed."

Lin Chen sneered. He thought he'd already set his expectations low enough for Jade Little Sword and Tang san's character, but now he felt his earlier judgment had been too generous.

"Ah, my disciple misspoke."

"Lin Chen, could you please summon your martial soul for me to see?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jade Little Sword, and the world calls me Grandmaster."

"If your martial soul truly is what I suspect, I might even take you on as a nominal disciple and plan out your future cultivation path."

Jade Little Sword lifted his chin, his face full of arrogance, as if becoming his nominal disciple was the greatest fortune of Lin Chen's life.

That expression nearly made Lin Chen sick.

Still, to get this annoying fly named Jade Little Sword off his back.

Lin Chen moved his mind, and the Golden Dragon instantly appeared beside him, nuzzling him affectionately.

"Grandmaster, you've seen it. Can you leave now? I don't want you bothering me again."

Lin Chen's voice was cold. He didn't want some annoying fly following him around.

"It really is Luo San Pao!"

Seeing Lin Chen's martial soul, Jade Little Sword's heart leaped with joy. He never imagined there was another soul master in the world with the same martial soul as his.

This way, he could study Lin Chen's martial soul properly—maybe even find a chance to break through level thirty.

"Lin Chen, become my disciple. I'll reluctantly take you on as a nominal disciple."

Jade Little Sword spoke to Lin Chen again.

His tone was full of confidence, as if Lin Chen would kneel before him and accept him as master any second now.

Seeing this, Lin Chen was speechless. How could anyone be this ridiculously overconfident?

"Grandmaster, I can cultivate on my own. I don't need to become your disciple."

Lin Chen refused outright, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Lin Chen, don't be so quick to refuse."

At this point, Jade Little Sword summoned his martial soul, Luo San Pao, and two nearly identical Detached Martial Souls appeared.

Jade Little Sword looked at Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, my martial soul is the same as yours. If you take me as your teacher, I will guide you in your cultivation."

"My martial soul is the same as yours, so my path of cultivation should be of great help to you."

Jade Little Sword gazed at Lin Chen with burning eyes.

He could hardly wait to take Lin Chen as a nominal disciple, then thoroughly study Lin Chen's martial soul.

With his knowledge, as long as he studied Lin Chen's martial soul properly, he believed there was a High Probability he would break through to Soul Elder in the future.

"Heh, Theory Grandmaster."

"Let me ask you, what is your current Soul Power Level?"

Lin Chen said this.

It seemed that if he didn't deal with this nuisance Jade Little Sword today, his days ahead would hardly be peaceful.

"Twenty-ninth level, only one step away from reaching Soul Elder."

Jade Little Sword frowned slightly, but still gave the answer.

"Heh, Theory Grandmaster."

"You've spent half your life and can't even break through to Soul Elder—what qualifications do you have to teach me?"

"My teacher, Lin Chen, will not be a waste who can't even break through to Soul Elder."

Lin Chen looked at Jade Little Sword with contempt. A waste who couldn't even understand his own martial soul, yet had the nerve to call himself a Theory Grandmaster—truly shameless.

"Enough, Lin Chen."

"The teacher wants to take you as a disciple, yet you make things difficult at every turn."

"If I hear you insult the teacher again, don't blame me for being rude."

Tang san roared, looking at Ye Chen with a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father. Lin Chen's words insulting Jade Little Sword were, to him, no different from insulting his own father—something Tang san could not tolerate.

If Lin Chen continued to speak disrespectfully, he wouldn't mind letting Lin Chen experience the power of his Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.

Hearing Tang san's words, Lin Chen laughed in anger.

Insult? He was just stating the facts. Wasn't Jade Little Sword just a waste who sought attention?

Even the Ten Theories he published were almost entirely plagiarized from Martial Soul Hall.

And on top of that, he couldn't even plagiarize properly. He tried to pass them off as his own work, but ended up with a mess full of holes.

That most classic line—"There are no wasted martial souls, only wasted soul masters"—was the best description of Jade Little Sword himself.