Avoid His Edge!?

However, the final Innate Soul Power test left Wang Chuan somewhat surprised.

He actually had level-three Innate Soul Power, rather than only half a level like Yu Xiaogang.

But on second thought, it made sense. He was not that useless coward who only knew how to run away. Even when he was fully conscious, he had never neglected extra training, and he had used his control to rapidly digest food and provide his body with ample nutrition.

When Wang Lie saw that Wang Chuan possessed level-three Innate Soul Power, he let out a breath of relief. A brief look of gratification appeared on his face, only to be quickly replaced by regret.

After all, although a Sub-Dragon Martial Spirit could not compare to a true dragon Martial Spirit like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, its users generally possessed at least level-five Innate Soul Power.

That was also why the Upper Three Sects could suppress all others. Not only were their top experts powerful, but because of their Martial Spirits, even their lower-ranking members would not be weak once they matured.

Thus, Wang Lie comforted him.

"Xiaochuan, don't feel down. This is already quite good. After all, you know the situation of that young master."

As he spoke, Wang Lie waggled his eyebrows, snapping Wang Chuan out of his thoughts and making him unable to resist laughing.

After all, Yu Xiaogang's half-level Innate Soul Power was an oddity even across the entire Douluo series. Yet he had somehow cultivated to level twenty-nine, showing just how many resources had been poured into him.

Therefore, even the members of the branch line had voiced plenty of criticism toward Yu Xiaogang over the years.

After another pleasant round of small talk, Wang Lie saw that Wang Chuan truly was not discouraged by this, so he issued him proof of admission to the Clan School.

He also told Wang Chuan that if he needed Spirit Rings in the future, he could come to him for help.

Having learned from what had happened to his parents, Wang Chuan did not refuse. Instead, he gave the elder a deep bow and accepted his concern with sincerity.

Time flew by. Over the next six years, Wang Chuan attended school like normal, cultivating diligently while frantically absorbing knowledge about the Spirit Beasts of this world.

Perhaps because this Clan School had been established by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which possessed a true dragon Martial Spirit—

Most of its Spirit Beast knowledge focused on Spirit Beasts with dragon bloodlines, while information on other types was comparatively scarce. This troubled Wang Chuan for quite some time.

After all, specializing too heavily would not do!

If he went hunting for Spirit Rings and ran out of rations, he could not possibly go in blind. He had to know which Spirit Beasts could be eaten and which could not, right?

Thus, with his strong sense of crisis, Wang Chuan asked Wang Lie to help him obtain a set of standard teaching materials from outside Soul Master Academies to broaden his knowledge.

Just as Wang Chuan steadily cultivated and studied, believing he would continue growing peacefully like this—

Someone's arrival shattered that tranquility.

At noon, just as Wang Chuan and his classmates were heading to the dining hall to feast, a tall, slender figure blocked their way.

This person carried a faint scholarly air and looked refined and gentle.

Yet the arrogance in his eyes and the faint gloominess about him made people feel deeply uncomfortable.

"Need something?"

Wang Chuan was the first to speak.

Although his cultivation was the lowest among them, strength ruled among Spirit Masters. Over the years, he had already beaten these clan members into submission with his superb martial arts.

The newcomer nodded arrogantly, then said,

"That's right. I have a fortunate opportunity to offer you.

I heard that your Martial Spirit is the same as mine, and that you are about to break through to level ten. So I will point you toward a Spirit Beast to hunt. I guarantee it will make your Martial Spirit stronger."

The scene fell into brief silence.

The newcomer's opening words sounded pleasant enough, but as he continued, everyone's expressions gradually turned strange.

After all, who did not know that Wang Chuan's Martial Spirit was Luo Sanpao?

Oh, no. Wang Chuan would never give it such a cheap name. All of Wang Chuan's classmates knew that his Martial Spirit was called Golden Scale.

It represented Wang Chuan's hope that his Martial Spirit would one day grow golden dragon scales.

He certainly would not call it Luo Sanpao just because the Martial Spirit could only fart three times and babble nonsense.

Thus, the identity of the person before them was obvious: Yu Xiaogang, one of the two young clan masters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

That was why, although Wang Chuan's classmates wore strange expressions, none of them dared say much.

After all, no matter how useless Yu Xiaogang was, they did not dare openly mock him. His father was a genuine Title Douluo and the master of their clan.

But Wang Chuan, who cultivated Haki, merely sneered.

The core of Haki cultivation was an unwavering will.

If he backed down before trash like this, what was the point of cultivating at all? He might as well find somewhere to knit sweaters!

Wang Chuan immediately exposed Yu Xiaogang's true intentions without hesitation.

"Stop trying to fool people, Yu Xiaogang.

Who doesn't know your first spirit skill is farting?

You clearly just want to use me as an experiment, to see what spirit skill I might obtain so your second spirit skill won't end up useless too, right?!"

Having his thoughts exposed so directly, Yu Xiaogang, who had just turned eighteen, immediately flushed red. He instinctively tried to explain that he was doing it for Wang Chuan's sake, that he knew plenty of information Wang Chuan did not, and so on.

The scene instantly filled with cheerful energy.

Some students even whispered among themselves.

"As expected of the boss. That took guts."

"Exactly. Say, is this Yu Xiaogang really the clan master's son? He's way too pathetic."

"But if the boss embarrasses Yu Xiaogang like this, won't the higher-ups punish him?"

The last student spoke anxiously, and the cheerful atmosphere gradually died down.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang's expression had already darkened to the extreme.

He had grown used to the mockery from the people before him, but that last person's words had stabbed straight into his heart.

Would the higher-ups stand up for him?

No chance!

Within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, it was all about the survival of the fittest. Even his father had fought for the position of clan master back then.

Not to mention that the main branch had said plenty of harsh things about the resources poured into him over the years, so naturally no one would stand up for him.

Besides, this was merely a dispute among juniors. He could not exactly drag his father into it.

A vicious glint suddenly flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He could not deal with the main branch, but could he not deal with a level-ten branch-line nobody who had the same Martial Spirit as him?

Yu Xiaogang shouted sternly,

"Wang Chuan, you dare slander my good intentions! I challenge you to a spirit duel! I will prove my honor!"

Wang Chuan dug at his ear in surprise. He had not expected Yu Xiaogang, who had just been changing faces moments ago, to actually show some backbone for once.

Then Wang Chuan flashed a brilliant smile.

"Sure."

In an instant, everyone around them hurriedly backed away.

Someone seemed to recall something and quickly tried to retreat, but there were people behind him. He instinctively shouted,

"Fuck! Get farther away! Yu Xiaogang's first spirit skill is farting! I don't want to get smoked!"

The entire crowd erupted.

The circle of onlookers widened even further, making Yu Xiaogang even more embarrassed.

What was wrong with farting? If the fart could blast someone to death, then it was a good spirit skill!