Gangzi Wants to Take an Apprentice

After eating breakfast in the cafeteria, Wang Xian and the others went to the classroom for their lessons.

Having transmigrated to the Douluo Continent for so many years, this was the first time Wang Xian was systematically learning knowledge about Soul Masters, so he was naturally very attentive in class.

And just as he was listening intently, the news of him defeating Xiao Chenyu had already spread throughout the entire academy.

"Did you hear? The new Work-Study Student beat up Xiao Chenyu!"

"No way, right? Xiao Chenyu is almost at level ten; can a Work-Study Student really beat him?"

"It's absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes! That Work-Study Student used a single stalk of Blue Silver Grass to tie Xiao Chenyu to the ground so he couldn't even move, just like a trussed-up pig."

"Blue Silver Grass? Are you kidding me?"

"Who's kidding you? If you don't believe me, go ask around; everyone in the cafeteria saw it."

The news grew wings, and by the end of the morning, it had spread to every corner of Notting Academy.

At this moment, in the small building behind the academy, Yu Xiaogang was sitting at his desk.

He held a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, staring at a notebook spread out on the table, his brows furrowed deeply.

The door was left open, and the conversation between two teachers in the hallway drifted inside.

"What did you say that Work-Study Student's name was? Wang Xian?"

"Right, that's the name. I heard his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he beat Xiao Chenyu until he had no power to fight back."

"Blue Silver Grass? That's impossible, how could Blue Silver Grass possibly beat Xiao Chenyu's Wolf?"

"Who knows, but it's spread all over the academy now."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the voices disappeared along with them.

Yu Xiaogang set down his teacup and tapped his fingers on the desktop a few times.

"Blue Silver Grass, Wang Xian." He remembered the name; he had seen the child's Martial Soul Certificate at the entrance of the Academic Affairs Office yesterday.

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Innate Soul Power: level three.

He naturally knew Xiao Chenyu as well; he was a bully in the school whose cultivation was approaching level ten.

"How could a level three Innate Soul Power Blue Silver Grass possibly defeat Xiao Chenyu?" A look of disdain appeared at the corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth, as he assumed it was just people spreading rumors.

He had been researching Martial Souls for so many years; he knew exactly what kind of trash Blue Silver Grass was.

Before fusing with a Soul Ring, Blue Silver Grass couldn't possibly have any combat power, and even after cultivation, it could only become strong if paired with his theories.

But then he had a change of heart, feeling that it was unlikely.

Everyone in the school was talking about this matter now, and there were people who had seen it with their own eyes.

Since it was causing such a stir in the academy, it couldn't all be false.

He stood up and paced the room with his hands behind his back, when a thought suddenly popped into his mind: mutation.

If that child's Blue Silver Grass had mutated, then everything would make sense.

Ordinary Blue Silver Grass certainly wouldn't work, but a mutated one would be different; it might even hide some incredible attributes.

Yu Xiaogang stopped pacing, his eyes brightening.

"If it really has mutated, then the talent would be completely different!" Suddenly, he couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

Having stayed at Notting Academy for so long, he had been looking for a disciple who could prove his theories.

If he took in a level three Innate Soul Power Blue Silver Grass Soul Master as a disciple and nurtured him well, wouldn't his future growth be the perfect proof of his theories?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt this was the case; the expression on his face shifted from doubt to certainty, and then to a look of determination.

"Heaven bless me, Yu Xiaogang!"

Yu Xiaogang walked quickly to the table, pushed the cup of cold tea aside, picked up a mirror to check his reflection, smoothed his hair with his fingers, and straightened his collar.

He cleared his throat, wore a stiff smile that he thought looked profound and mysterious, his eyes filled with confidence, and turned to stride out the door.

He had to find that child quickly; he couldn't let anyone else get there first.

In his view, with him, the dignified Grandmaster, making a move, as long as he displayed the vast Martial Soul knowledge he possessed, taking on a disciple would be a simple matter.

"Class dismissed." After the teacher on the podium finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the classroom.

The children in the class immediately got up from their seats and ran out to play.

After all, they were only about six years old; very few could calm their hearts down to cultivate.

Wang Xian sat in his seat; the teacher had just been lecturing on the Basic Meditation Method.

This gave Wang Xian, a beginner, some new insights, and he closed his eyes, intending to cultivate and correct the mistakes he had made in his practice yesterday.

But just then, a man with a crew cut poked his head in and shouted, "Is Wang Xian in this class? Come out for a moment."

Wang Xian frowned, opened his eyes, and turned to look at the door, a flash of surprise crossing his face.

"Yu Xiaogang? What is this guy looking for me for?"

Although he had no good feelings toward this person, he still stood up and walked toward the door at a leisurely pace.

Wang Sheng called out softly from behind, "Boss, are you okay?"

Wang Xian waved his hand without looking back, signaling that he did not need to follow.

Walking to the entrance, Yu Xiaogang was standing there with his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, wearing an expression of absolute confidence as if he had already predicted everything.

Seeing Wang Xian come out, he swept his gaze over Wang Xian's face, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he spoke, "Your Martial Soul is a mutated Martial Soul, right?"

As he said this, his eyelids drooped slightly before lifting again, secretly observing Wang Xian's expression, seemingly waiting to see a look of shock or surprise.

However, there was no expression on Wang Xian's face, and there was even a hint of impatience in his eyes.

He looked Yu Xiaogang up and down and asked, "Are you a teacher at the academy?"

Yu Xiaogang clearly did not expect this reaction; he froze for a moment, then shook his head, puffed out his chest, and said with an air of profound mystery, "I am not a teacher at the academy, but you may call me—Grandmaster."

When the word "Grandmaster" came out of his mouth, he deliberately emphasized the tone and raised his chin even higher.

Wang Xian looked at him expressionlessly: "Since you aren't a teacher, why should I tell you?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened, his lips moved, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

He had spent so many years at Notting Academy, and although he wasn't an official teacher, the students usually greeted him with a respectful "Grandmaster."

He had truly never encountered someone who gave him so little face.

However, having been ridiculed for so many years, he was long accustomed to cold sarcasm, and his skin was as thick as a city wall.

After a brief moment of rigidity, he quickly regained his composure as if nothing had happened and continued speaking on his own.

"Your Martial Soul must be a mutated Martial Soul; otherwise, it would be impossible for you to defeat Xiao Chenyu."

He held up a finger and gestured solemnly, "Martial Soul mutations are divided into beneficial mutations and malignant mutations. It seems your Martial Soul must be a beneficial mutation, and an extremely rare one at that."