Actor Xiao Feng Begins to Fool Tang San

"Huh? Not interested!"

Su Yuntao couldn't believe Xiao Feng would say that. After all, the Martial Soul Hall was the default top power for soul masters on the continent. Anyone with talent who joined it could basically secure a decent position, enjoying certain rights and treatment.

And right now, Xiao Feng's three words "not interested" made him wonder if Xiao Feng simply didn't know how vast the Martial Soul Hall's influence really was. So he launched into a heartfelt sales pitch, singing his own praises like a proud melon seller.

Yet, Xiao Feng still wasn't interested!

Ridiculous. If he went to the Martial Soul Hall now, how would he find that adorable little rabbit? You say the little Wu from the anime wasn't good-looking as a child? Don't be ridiculous—that's just your ignorance. As a human reincarnated from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Her looks were absolutely top-notch. Don't let the anime mislead you; otherwise, later on, everyone wouldn't be shouting "She's my wife!" and all those genuine remarks.

And as a transmigrator, how could he let such a cute little rabbit slip away? In his past life, there were laws; in this life, there weren't so many rules!

As long as you were strong enough to win her over, you could have a hundred and eight wives and no one would care—of course, provided your kidneys could handle it.

You say the Martial Soul Hall has Little Spider, Little Fox, Little Angel?

Come on, although there's a saying that "Cao Cao may be dead, but his spirit lives on," winning the heart of Bibi Dong, who had been emotionally scarred, was harder than reaching the heavens. And she was known as the Iron-Blooded Pope—how could she be so easily conquered?

Novels are novels; don't take them seriously, or you wouldn't even know how you died. Even setting aside Bibi Dong, there was Hu Liena. She was a Saintess, and you were nothing. What level was Hu Liena at now? What level of academy was she attending?

You were just a freakishly talented person. Did you think you could just walk in and live under the same roof as Hu Liena? To get close to Hu Liena, you first had to pass all sorts of trials set by Bibi Dong. Need I mention how dangerous those trials were?

Finally, there was Qian Renxue. Don't even start—do you even know where Qian Renxue was?

So, summing it all up, the little rabbit was the most suitable. As for the others? He could deal with them later when he was stronger. After all, wasn't it true that Tang San in the original story only conquered Hu Liena and Qian Renxue after he became powerful? If Tang San could do it, why couldn't Xiao Feng?

In the end, the key was to develop stealthily in the early stages and go wild later. If he was already strong early on, then forget what I said.

Finally, under Su Yuntao's despairing gaze, Xiao Feng, with a lollipop in his mouth, strolled out of the Spirit Hall Branch at a leisurely pace.

"No way. I absolutely can't miss out on talent like this. I have to report it to the main hall and have them send someone here to recruit this prodigy!"

With that thought, Su Yuntao quickly packed up his shattered Obsidian and Crystal Ball—after all, these were solid evidence—and then hurriedly left.

Outside the Spirit Hall Branch.

Old Jack looked puzzled at Su Yuntao's rapid departure. He was a bit confused, not knowing what had happened, until Tang San's voice snapped him back to reality.

"Xiao San, what, what's going on?"

Then, Tang San recounted what had happened in the Spirit Hall Branch, though he didn't mention Xiao Feng's matter. He only finished talking about his own affairs, then turned his gaze to Xiao Feng, as if to say, "Whether you talk about your own business is up to you."

Seeing this, Xiao Feng thought to himself—"As expected of Xiao Sanzi, that level of awareness. Not bad."

Xiao Feng walked over to Old Jack, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, old man. Although Xiao San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, he has Innate Full Soul Power. And there's a saying: man can conquer heaven. Fate is in your own hands. You have to believe in Xiao San. Also, I'm a genius with Innate Full Soul Power too."

Xiao Feng couldn't be bothered to say he had Innate Level 20 Soul Power, since Old Jack had never heard of such a thing. It was easier to just say Innate Full Soul Power; the effect was the same anyway.

Hearing that Xiao Feng also had Innate Full Soul Power, Old Jack immediately wore an expression that said, "Holy Soul Village finally has a chance to change its name to Title Village!"

"Xiao Feng, Grandpa believes in you. You can definitely do it."

At this moment, Old Jack was already envisioning a glorious future, and his complexion even brightened a bit.

Xiao Feng waved his hand, then looked at Tang San and said, "Xiao Sanzi, we've known each other for so long, but I've never been to your place. How about today?"

To put it simply, Xiao Feng just wanted to see what the Grass-Loving Expert looked like. After all, he was the first man on the continent to lay hands on soul beasts—and plant-type ones at that. As a junior, Xiao Feng naturally had to go learn from Tang Hao.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind. You know what my place is like."

"Relax, I'm not like those snobbish brats in the village. Let's go."

With that, the two bid farewell to Old Jack, and their figures disappeared at the end of the mountain path. The other kids from the village had already left long ago, leaving Old Jack alone, lost in thought for a long time.

"Our village has hope! No way, this year I have to secure two Work-study Student spots and send Xiao Feng and Tang San to a Soul Master Academy. I need to go show off to those old geezers—cough, I mean, discuss it with them."

Then Old Jack, with a spring in his step, walked out of the village.

On the mountain path.

Tang San was a bit puzzled. He asked Xiao Feng, "Brother Xiao Feng, is the Blue Silver Grass martial soul really a waste martial soul?"

In response to Tang San's doubt, Xiao Feng laughed and said, "From a common theoretical standpoint, Blue Silver Grass is indeed a waste martial soul—so useless it can't get any more useless! But that's only for common sense. Those theories don't apply to freaks like us. Xiao Sanzi, you have another martial soul, don't you?"

As soon as Xiao Feng said this, Tang San's heart tightened. But then, as if he thought of something, his brow relaxed, though his eyes showed curiosity as he asked, "Why does Brother Xiao Feng say that?"

"Because the quality of a martial soul is directly proportional to Innate Soul Power. There's absolutely no way Blue Silver Grass could have Innate Full Soul Power! 99.9% of people with Blue Silver Grass don't even have any soul power. Even if they do, at most it's Level 1!"

"So I said you must be like me—a Twin Martial Souls holder. Don't tell me you think you're an exception. I can tell you clearly, that's impossible. As a Twin Martial Souls holder myself, I have absolute authority to say so."

Listening to Xiao Feng's words, Tang San fell silent. When Xiao Feng had said he was a Twin Martial Souls holder earlier, he was very confused. He couldn't figure out how Xiao Feng had seen through it. But now he understood—though he was even more puzzled about how Xiao Feng knew these things.

As if reading Tang San's confusion, Xiao Feng spoke again, "Xiao San, some things aren't as simple as they seem. In this world, there are four kinds of people: commoners, nobles, people from major powers like the Martial Soul Hall or the Empire, and the last kind—people from sects!"

Tang San, half-understanding, asked, "Brother Xiao Feng, what do you mean?"

"That's right. I belong to the last kind. But I only found out on the day my parents died."

As he said this, Xiao Feng's expression turned a bit sorrowful, but he quickly masked it with a smile. "I learned all this from ancient texts my parents left behind. Otherwise, how do you think a kid from a small mountain village would know these things?"

"Sorry, Brother Xiao Feng, for bringing up painful memories."

"It's fine. I'm used to it. But can you let me see your second martial soul?"

Looking at Xiao Feng's sincere face, Tang San nodded and said, "Alright."

The next second, a small silver hammer silently appeared in Tang San's left hand. Gazing at the Clear Sky Hammer before him, Xiao Feng nodded and said, "I've never seen a hammer martial soul like yours before, but from my initial impression, its quality is definitely top-tier. However, now I have a question I can't figure out myself."

"Hmm?"

"According to ancient texts, when a person awakens, their Martial Soul almost always inherits from their parents. But our situation clearly doesn't fit that at all. As far as I know, my parents aren't Spirit Masters, and your father is just a blacksmith. So where did our Twin Martial Souls come from?"

At these words, Tang San was stunned.

"Could it be that what's written in the book is wrong?"

"But your situation just now proved that the book's content shouldn't be wrong."

For a moment, Tang San fell silent. In his mind, he pictured his father's daily drunken appearance and the words he had spoken to him today.

"Could it be that my father was once a Spirit Master? And if he was a Spirit Master, why would he spend every day drowning in drink?"

Tang San's heart was filled with doubt, and he urgently wanted to go back and ask his father.