Grandmaster's Unbearable Past

"Mm."

Tang San smiled and nodded, following closely behind. He released his Blue Silver Grass, which sprawled out in tangled, Mandala Snake-like patterns, spreading into every corner of the forest. This was a forest, and Blue Silver Grass naturally held a geographical advantage here.

Grandmaster could not suppress his curiosity and stepped forward to brush against it. The Blue Silver Grass's degree of growth had exceeded his expectations. It even carried a faint fragrance. Having fused with the Mandala Snake's Soul Ring, it also possessed its venomous, paralytic toxin.

"Not bad, Xiao San. Your Blue Silver Grass has exceeded my expectations. How resilient is it?"

Under Grandmaster's gaze, a Hundred-Year Soul Ring slowly rose beneath Tang San's feet. Aiming at the large tree ahead, the Blue Silver Grass shot out like lightning and wrapped around the tree's waist. Tang San gave it a slight tug, and the trunk actually bent slightly.

Yet the Blue Silver Grass showed no damage at all, stretched taut from the pull.

Grandmaster nodded in satisfaction. His theory had finally been proven.

Tang San had already obtained his Soul Ring. Next...

When Grandmaster turned his gaze to Ye Hao, he saw a Hundred-Year Soul Ring slowly rise beneath Ye Hao's feet. The Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul behind him became even more ferocious, completely different from before he had obtained a Soul Ring.

"You... you got a Soul Ring? When?"

Grandmaster spoke in a fluster. If he remembered correctly, Ye Hao had been with him and Tang San this whole time. This Soul Ring...

Ye Hao said, "Last night, while you were asleep, I went to relieve myself in the bushes nearby. I accidentally peed on a Hundred-Year Death Demon Spider. It happened to suit my Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul, so... you get it, right?"

Tang San looked thoughtful, while Grandmaster said nothing more.

Ye Hao was simply too blessed by fate. He possessed the Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul, and his first Soul Ring had come from a Death Demon Spider. Such fortune was truly profound.

Grandmaster was certain in his heart that Ye Hao was undoubtedly her son. It was over. It was over.

He just did not know why she had sent Ye Hao here. Could it be to take revenge on him?

"Since that's the case, let's go."

The group hurriedly left the Soul Hunting Forest. Both boys had obtained their Soul Rings, and it was time to return to the academy.

As the sun set in the west, the three of them left the Soul Hunting Forest and hired a carriage. On this trip, Grandmaster had narrowly escaped death and experienced the agony of having his insides torn apart. Tang San and Ye Hao had each obtained their first Soul Ring, and their Soul Power had advanced.

The coachman drove the carriage, which gradually disappeared into the distant horizon beneath the setting sun.

Nuoding City, Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

They had been away for quite some time—four days in total. The journey from the Soul Hunting Forest to Nuoding City had been spent entirely in the carriage.

Ye Hao climbed down from the carriage with weak legs. He swore he would never ride in a carriage again. If he ever had the ability, he would definitely build a car.

Ye Hao patted his stuffy chest, feeling as though he wanted to vomit but could not. Carriages... he did not even want to think about them.

"You should both go back and get some proper rest. You can skip the afternoon classes."

Grandmaster said a few casual words before heading back to his residence. He had not rested properly for four days and needed to clean himself up. The slime on his body had already dried, even his steel-needle-like hair was clumped together, not to mention how filthy and disheveled his clothes were.

Ye Hao and Tang San exchanged smiles. Neither of them had mentioned a word to Grandmaster about what had happened that day. They could not exactly tell him that he had been given birth to by a Mandala Snake. That would have been far too humiliating for Grandmaster.

The two returned to their dormitory, only to find it empty. By the usual schedule, it was noon, so everyone should have been resting.

Ye Hao chose to lie flat, sprawled out on the bed with his limbs spread wide. He had barely rested properly over the past four days. He needed sleep.

Just then, Ye Hao happened to glance out the window and noticed quite a few people gathered outside.

Unable to restrain his curiosity, Ye Hao's face was covered by Black Armor as he focused his gaze on the training grounds.

There, he saw...

"Sanzi, look at the training grounds downstairs."

Tang San froze slightly. The training grounds? What was happening there?

Also, his name was Tang San. Ye Hao could call him Xiao San, but what the hell was Sanzi?

"Xiao Wu? And everyone else?"

A group fight flashed through Tang San's mind. One side was made up of Work-Study Students, while the other consisted of nobles from the city. Having been at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy for some time, Tang San naturally knew a little about the academy's two major factions.

Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy was divided into two major factions. One side was made up of commoners, while the other was made up of nobles.

One of the people Ye Hao had seen making faces at him in the academy cafeteria a few days ago was among that group. Clearly, the other party held quite a lofty status. The cafeteria was divided into two floors: the first floor was for commoners, while the second floor was for nobles. Their meals were worlds apart.

The first floor served steamed buns and vegetables, while the second served lavish fish and meat dishes. Every meal was different, with no repeats. The division was stark, like the two opposing sides of yin and yang.

"They have the advantage in numbers. Xiao Wu might suffer."

Tang San worried himself over Xiao Wu. He had already experienced Xiao Wu's strength before, but two fists could not beat four hands. The next moment, Tang San dragged Ye Hao, who was lying flat on the bed, downstairs.

Ye Hao:

They were the ones fighting. Why were they dragging him along?

On the training grounds, both sides glared at each other. For a moment, the atmosphere became incredibly oppressive.

One side consisted of the Work-Study Students led by Xiao Wu, while the other was represented by the nobles. Only a small number of them possessed Soul Rings. Their differing Martial Souls determined that these noble children had different starting points.

"Little girl, people should know their place. You haven't been provoking us for just a day or two. What, do you want to be my pet Rabbit? If I remember correctly, your Martial Soul is a rabbit, isn't it?"

The leader wore the School Uniform of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy. He stood tall, a head taller than Xiao Wu, and looked somewhat like an adult. His face was filled with disdain and contempt.

"Xiao Laoda, could it be that you're scared?"

Xiao Wu naturally wouldn't let this chance slip by. A few days ago in the dining hall, these noble students had acted the same way—relentless, repeatedly hurling verbal abuse at the Work-Study Students.

Commoners and nobles were polar opposites, and both sides stuck to their own arguments.

Thus came the current confrontation. With Ye Hao deliberately holding back and stepping down, Xiao Wu naturally became the new leader of the Work-Study Students.

A leader's duty was to protect—to protect the group behind them. It was a responsibility, and something within her power to do. Especially after Xiao Wu saw the injuries on Wang Sheng's body, she simply chose to strike first. That was how this confrontation came to be.

The two sides traded barbs, their verbal sparring thunderous—but who knew how capable they really were?

At once, Xiao Wu gave a look, and the former leader Wang Sheng stepped forward. His martial soul was the War Tiger. The other side also sent someone out, whose martial soul was a staff.

A clash between a Tool Soul Master and a Beast Soul Master!