Avoid his edge!?

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

He actually possessed level three Innate Soul Power, rather than the mere half-level possessed by Yu Xiaogang.

But upon reflection, Wang Chuan felt it made sense; he was not that good-for-nothing who only knew how to run away. Even when he was awake, he never forgot to put in extra training, and he used his ability to digest food rapidly to ensure his body was fully nourished.

Seeing that Wang Chuan actually had level three Innate Soul Power, Wang Lie let out a sigh of relief. A brief look of gratification appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by regret.

After all, while a Sub-Dragon martial soul could not compare to a true dragon martial soul like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, they generally possessed level five Innate Soul Power.

This was the reason why the Upper Three Sects suppressed all others; not only were their top-tier combatants strong, but their subordinates were also quite formidable once they grew up, thanks to their martial souls.

Therefore, Wang Lie offered some comfort.

"Don't be discouraged, Xiao Chuan. This is already quite good, especially considering the situation of that young master."

As he spoke, Wang Lie winked, which immediately brought Wang Chuan back to his senses and made him burst into laughter.

After all, Yu Xiaogang's half-level of Innate Soul Power was a rarity among rarities throughout the various Douluo series, yet he had somehow managed to cultivate to level 29, which showed just how many resources had been dumped into him.

Because of this, even the clansmen of the branch families had harbored many complaints about Yu Xiaogang over the years.

After another round of pleasant conversation, Wang Lie saw that Wang Chuan was truly not discouraged, so he issued an enrollment certificate for the clan academy.

He also instructed Wang Chuan that if he needed a soul ring in the future, he could come to him for help.

Having learned from the example of his parents, Wang Chuan did not decline; instead, he bowed very earnestly to accept the concern of this elder.

Time flew by. Over the next six years, Wang Chuan enrolled in school as usual, working hard on his cultivation while frantically absorbing knowledge about soul beasts from this world.

However, perhaps because this clan academy was established by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which possessed a true dragon martial soul.

Most of the knowledge regarding soul beasts leaned heavily toward those with dragon bloodlines, while others were relatively scarce, which frustrated Wang Chuan for a while.

After all, being lopsided in one's studies simply wouldn't do!

If he ran out of dry rations while out hunting for soul rings, he couldn't just be left completely in the dark; he had to know which soul beasts were edible and which were not!

Consequently, the highly crisis-conscious Wang Chuan asked Wang Lie to help him collect a set of textbooks from standard soul master academies in the outside world to broaden his knowledge.

Just as Wang Chuan was cultivating and studying in a routine manner, thinking he would continue to grow steadily and peacefully, the arrival of one person shattered that tranquility.

At noon, just as Wang Chuan and his classmates were heading to the cafeteria to feast, a slender figure blocked their path.

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

However, the arrogance and subtle gloom in his eyes made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Something the matter?"

Wang Chuan was the first to speak.

Although his cultivation was the lowest among them, strength was respected among soul masters, and over the years, he had long since beaten these clansmen into submission with his exquisite physical techniques.

The man nodded arrogantly and then said.

"That's right. I have an opportunity for you.

I heard your martial soul is the same as mine and is about to break through to level ten, so I am pointing you toward a specific soul beast to hunt. It will guarantee that your martial soul becomes powerful."

The scene fell into a brief, dead silence.

The man had started off sounding pleasant, but the content that followed gradually made everyone's expressions turn strange.

After all, who didn't know that Wang Chuan's martial soul was Luo Sanpao?

Oh, wait—Wang Chuan would never give it such a cheap name. Wang Chuan's classmates all knew that his martial soul was called Golden Scale.

It represented Wang Chuan's hope that his martial soul would grow golden dragon scales in the future.

He wouldn't call it Luo Sanpao just because the martial soul only knew how to fart and make squeaking noises.

Because of this, the identity of the person before them was revealed: it was Yu Xiaogang, one of the two young masters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Consequently, although Wang Chuan's classmates had strange expressions, they dared not say anything.

After all, no matter how useless Yu Xiaogang was, they dared not mock him openly, because his father was a genuine Titled Douluo and the head of their sect.

But Wang Chuan, who cultivated a domineering spirit, let out a scoff.

The core element of cultivating a domineering spirit was an unwavering will.

If he were to back down in front of such a loser, then there was no point in cultivating at all! He might as well find a place to knit sweaters!

Immediately, Wang Chuan exposed Yu Xiaogang's true colors without hesitation.

"Stop trying to fool me, Yu Xiaogang.

Who doesn't know that your first soul skill is to fart!

I think you're just trying to use me as an experiment to see what kind of soul skill I can obtain, so you can avoid having your second soul skill turn out to be useless as well!"

Having his intentions laid bare, the eighteen-year-old Yu Xiaogang's face turned bright red. He subconsciously tried to defend himself, stammering that he was doing it for Wang Chuan's own good and that he knew a lot of data that Wang Chuan didn't, and so on.

Suddenly, the scene was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Some students even whispered among themselves.

"As expected of our boss, he's truly bold."

"Who's to say otherwise? Though, is this Yu Xiaogang really the son of the sect master? He's just too trashy."

"But with our boss embarrassing Yu Xiaogang like this, won't he be blamed by the higher-ups?"

Finally, a student said this with trepidation, causing the cheerful atmosphere to gradually subside.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's expression had already turned gloomy to the extreme.

He had grown accustomed to the mockery from the people earlier, but the last person's words had truly pierced his heart.

The people above helping him out?

That didn't exist!

Because within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the main principle was survival of the fittest; his father had even fought to secure his position as sect master back in the day.

Not to mention the resources poured into him over the years, which had already caused plenty of gossip among the main lineage, so naturally, no one would stand up for him.

Besides, this was a dispute between juniors; he couldn't exactly drag his father into it.

Suddenly, a fierce glint flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He couldn't deal with the people of the main lineage, but surely he could handle a small fry from a branch family who shared his same martial soul and was only level ten.

With that, Yu Xiaogang shouted sternly.

"Wang Chuan, you actually dare to slander my good intentions! I want to challenge you to a Soul Duel! To prove my honor!"

Wang Chuan dug his ear in surprise, not expecting that Yu Xiaogang, who had just been changing his face, would actually show a rare moment of backbone.

Wang Chuan then gave a brilliant smile.

"Sure."

In an instant, the people around the two hurriedly backed away.

Some even thought of something and scrambled to retreat, but since there were people behind them, they instinctively shouted.

"Damn it! Move back further! Yu Xiaogang's first soul skill is a fart; I don't want to get gassed!"

The entire crowd was in an uproar.

The circle of onlookers expanded even further, which only made Yu Xiaogang feel even more humiliated.

So what if it's a fart? If this fart can blow someone to death, it's a good soul skill!