Worship You? Ridiculous

"Grandmaster, what brings you here?"

The elderly teacher, who had been sitting all along, slowly rose to his feet and smiled at the approaching Grandmaster.

"Director Su, I heard that two students with Innate Full Soul Power had arrived at the academy. I couldn't suppress my curiosity, so I came to take a look."

"You two are the new students, right?"

Grandmaster bent down, wearing an awkward smile that looked even worse than crying.

Ye Hao's mind was in turmoil. He knew it was this guy. There was no way he was going to let someone pick such a ripe fruit so easily.

Tang San did not understand what was going on. He scratched his head curiously as he looked at the suddenly appearing Grandmaster. Grandmaster's words surfaced in his mind again. Could this "Grandmaster" really teach him?

After completing their enrollment procedures, Ye Hao and Tang San headed out, with Grandmaster following behind them.

Not long after Grandmaster left, several rather resentful remarks suddenly spread through the Academic Affairs Office.

"A Soul Grandmaster with Soul Power Rank 29 actually dreams of becoming the teacher of two students with Innate Full Soul Power. He really isn't afraid of biting off more than he can chew."

"I heard Grandmaster has been stuck at Rank 29 for more than ten years and still can't break through. According to reliable sources, his Martial Soul is mutated, and when it awakened, he only had half a rank of Innate Soul Power."

The two spoke one after another, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Every word struck at Grandmaster's sore spot.

Director Su, who had been sitting upright all this time, finally could not hold back a cough. "Enough. Although Grandmaster is lacking in strength, he can be considered highly proficient in certain areas. Go on, bring the bedding to those two children. Remember, don't set your sights on either of them. Do not mention taking them as disciples again. What Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power could possibly be simple?"

After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, Grandmaster brought Tang San and Ye Hao alone to a secluded place.

Seeing Grandmaster's lewd smile, Ye Hao involuntarily shuddered. He looked just like a weasel paying respects to a chicken—he clearly meant no good. Worship you?

Wouldn't that disgrace every Transmigrator?

Grandmaster put away his chrysanthemum-like smile and returned to his previous stiff expression. He first took out Tang San's Soul Master certificate. Upon seeing the words Blue Silver Grass and Innate Full Soul Power written on it, Grandmaster nearly lost control. The curve of his lips had already betrayed him.

Grandmaster coughed and pretended nothing had happened.

"Your name is Tang San, right..."

Immediately afterward, Grandmaster deliberately glanced at Ye Hao before leaning close to Tang San and whispering, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have two Martial Souls, right?"

The moment those words were spoken, Tang San's gaze abruptly sharpened, and his relaxed brows furrowed tightly.

The observant Ye Hao noticed that Tang San's fingertips were beginning to turn white. It seemed Grandmaster had begun his disciple-recruitment efforts.

Ye Hao remained calm. Tang San was destined to become Grandmaster's disciple anyway, and he had never intended to take Grandmaster as his teacher. More importantly, Ye Hao did not have much goodwill toward Grandmaster.

He simply sat on the trunk of a dead tree nearby and watched Grandmaster whispering to Tang San. Ye Hao could not help finding it amusing. At this moment, Grandmaster was no different from a bad uncle holding candy.

Twin Martial Souls were blessed by nature. On the current continent, aside from the Pope, who possessed Twin Martial Souls, Tang San was one, and Ye Hao was another. It would do no one any good if word got out.

Thus, when Grandmaster sought Tang San out for a private conversation, Ye Hao naturally understood and left. Though this gesture was small, in Grandmaster's eyes, this child was certainly no ordinary person.

Moreover, Tang San's identity was also a secret. Carelessness could invite a fatal disaster.

But Ye Hao was no saint either. There was a reason he had claimed his Martial Soul was the Death Demon Spider.

Just think about it. During the Martial Soul awakening ceremony at the Branch Martial Soul Hall, Ma Xiunuo had mistaken Ye Hao's Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul for a Death Demon Spider Martial Soul.

Though Death Demon Spider and Death Spider Emperor differed by only two words, the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.

Ma Xiunuo had also said that the only person in the world who possessed the Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul was the Pope. Furthermore, the Pope also had Twin Martial Souls, just like Ye Hao: the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, emperors among insect-type Martial Souls.

The female Pope was a clear example of this, and Ye Hao knew it well.

Martial Soul inheritance favored the stronger side of one's parents.

Ye Hao possessed the two powerful Martial Souls, the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor—the same Martial Souls as the female Pope. This would inevitably make many people suspicious.

(Bibi Dong: Since when did I have an illegitimate son? Why didn't I know about this?)

(Qian Renxue: I unexpectedly have a younger brother?)

Ye Hao rolled his eyes at Tang San, who was carefully listening to Grandmaster's guidance, and secretly shook his head.

That was also why, when the Life Simulator System descended, Ye Hao had chosen to simulate Bibi Dong.

With the Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Souls, it was absolutely impossible for Ye Hao to distance himself from his "relationship" with Bibi Dong.

Having settled on his plan, Ye Hao turned his attention back to Grandmaster and Tang San.

Tang San suddenly dropped to his knees. This truly left Grandmaster feeling ashamed, though he was secretly delighted as well. At the same time, he began planning his next "self-proving act."

He needed "proof"—a key person to prove that his views were correct. Tang San was undoubtedly the best candidate.

Grandmaster was flattered and hurriedly helped Tang San up, smiling. "Silly child, becoming a disciple does not require kneeling. Kneeling is a grand rite reserved for rulers and parents."