Gangzi Loses His Cool

The furious roar echoed through the classroom, making the windowpanes hum.

Yet Jiang Ming remained standing where he was, his expression calm, as though the outburst had merely gone in one ear and out the other.

He waited until Yu Xiaogang's breathing had calmed slightly before slowly speaking.

His voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"Grandmaster, you said I'm just a little Soul Scholar without even a Soul Ring."

"That's right, I don't have a Soul Ring yet."

"But I've already cultivated to Level 9."

The moment those words fell, a small commotion stirred through the room.

The students whispered among themselves, their faces filled with surprise.

Jiang Ming had seemingly only enrolled a year ago, yet his Soul Power had already risen to Level 9?

That meant he was only one step away from obtaining his first Soul Ring.

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed from fury to astonishment, his brows knitting tightly together.

Jiang Ming gave Yu Xiaogang no time to react.

He looked straight at Yu Xiaogang, a trace of amusement in his eyes.

"But compared to that... I happened to hear something interesting."

"I heard that your Innate Soul Power is only half a level, Grandmaster?"

The entire classroom instantly erupted.

The students' eyes widened as they stared at Yu Xiaogang in disbelief.

Half a level of Innate Soul Power?

Yu Xiaogang, who called himself a grandmaster of Martial Soul theory?

His Innate Soul Power was only half a level?

Whispers rose one after another. Some covered their mouths, some stared wide-eyed, and some wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Yu Xiaogang's face went from ashen to pale, then from pale to flushed red.

This was the greatest pain of his life.

It was also the scar he least wished for anyone to mention.

He had studied Martial Soul theory for decades, trying to prove that there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.

Yet his own Innate Soul Power, his mere Level 29 Soul Power, was an irony he could never escape.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to refute him, only to realize he had nothing to say.

Because it was the truth.

The entire Soul Master world knew.

It was simply that no one had ever dared to bring it up to his face.

Anger, shame, helplessness, collapse—every emotion surged wildly within Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He wanted to use his position as a teacher to suppress Jiang Ming, yet a seven-year-old child had torn open his most painful scar.

Everything he had clung to became laughable at that moment.

The classroom fell utterly silent.

This silence carried a suffocating oppression.

No one dared to speak. Even their breathing became cautious.

Yu Xiaogang abruptly turned around and grabbed the notebook from the lectern.

His movements were stiff and hurried, carrying a hint of embarrassment.

Without sparing Jiang Ming a glance or saying a single word, he strode toward the classroom door.

When he reached the doorway, Yu Xiaogang paused.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

"Is Jiang Ming's Soul Power really Level 9?"

"Is Grandmaster's Innate Soul Power really only half a level?"

"How dare he speak to Grandmaster like that?"

After several seconds of silence, the students exploded into discussion, voices rising one after another.

Ignoring the discussion around him, Jiang Ming walked out of the classroom beneath everyone's gaze.

He did not want to say more, nor did he need to.

He had done enough today.

Nuoding Academy's dormitory building was not large. It was an old building with some years behind it.

Jiang Ming pushed open the door and entered the dormitory building.

After his parents died, he had not been left with nothing.

Before their passing, they had left behind some savings.

Though he was not wealthy, it was enough for him to stay in an ordinary dormitory and maintain a basic life.

He did not need to squeeze into a communal bunk with poor students, nor did he need to worry about his next meal.

The dormitory was small, simply furnished but neat.

A pot of unknown greenery sat on the windowsill, brimming with life beneath the afternoon sunlight.

Jiang Ming took off his outer robe, rested both hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.

He had come to Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy with two goals!

The first: a meditation method.

It was the foundational cultivation technique for Soul Masters.

On the Douluo Continent, without a meditation method, one could not condense Soul Power or raise one's level.

Soul Masters of common birth often found themselves unable to advance because they lacked a good meditation method.

As an officially recognized Soul Master Academy, Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy possessed a proper inheritance of meditation methods.

This was something he had to obtain.

Only by mastering a meditation method could he cultivate systematically, break through his bottlenecks, and go farther.

Jiang Ming opened his eyes, his gaze turning sharp.

His second goal was even more important and even more secretive than the meditation method—

The Blue Silver Emperor's Seed of Life and Spirit Bone.

As a transmigrator, he knew that Tang San was the son of the Blue Silver Emperor.

But he knew an even greater secret.

Before Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, its inheritance still remained on the back mountain of Holy Soul Village.

The Blue Silver Emperor's Seed of Life contained boundless life force.

For any Soul Master, it was an invaluable treasure.

The Seed of Life might not directly strengthen Jiang Ming's Spatial Ability.

But life force was the foundation of all things. With powerful life force supporting him, he could go farther.

Moreover, the Blue Silver Grass bloodline had an even more important use.

Plastic surgery!

Tang San had directly given himself plastic surgery!

Of course, that had nothing to do with him.

He did not possess the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline.

All Jiang Ming cared about was the Blue Silver Emperor's life force.

As for the Blue Silver Emperor's Spirit Bone...

Its use was certainly tremendous, but it was not suitable for absorption yet.

Its greatest use was to break through the limits of one's physique!

When the time came, he could consider making his seventh Soul Ring a hundred-thousand-year one!

In the original story, all these opportunities had ultimately been claimed by Tang San.

But now—the time was still early.

Those opportunities still lay there quietly, waiting for the fated one.

Jiang Ming had no intention of going to Holy Soul Village just yet, nor did he plan to approach Tang San.

Because Tang Hao was too dangerous.

A Titled Douluo's perception was astonishing. Any suspicious person who approached Tang San would be noticed.

Therefore, he had to change his plan!

At that thought, Jiang Ming's lips curled slightly upward.

His plan was simple. He merely needed Yu Xiaogang to lend him a tiny bit of help.

Dawn had only just broken, and Nuoding City was still shrouded in a thin morning mist.

An ordinary carriage had already stopped outside the academy gates.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang stood beside the carriage, a rare trace of gentleness appearing on his face.

Tang San emerged from the academy gates with a small cloth bundle on his back.

"Teacher, everything is ready."

Tang San skillfully placed the bag inside the carriage.

"Although Soul Hunting Forest is only a gathering place for low-level Soul Beasts, you still cannot let your guard down."

Yu Xiaogang reached out and patted Tang San's head.

"Yes."

Tang San answered, then seemed to remember something. He pulled two white radishes from his bag and handed them over.

"Teacher, these are what you asked for."

Yu Xiaogang accepted the white radishes. His expression did not change much as he carefully put them away.

Tang San did not know why Yu Xiaogang liked eating white radishes.

Once a teacher, always a father!

Whatever Master says goes!

As for exposing my hidden weapons and wanting to kill my father?

Since it hasn't happened yet, it is nothing!

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San boarded the carriage.

The coachman flicked his whip, and the horses' hooves shattered the dew upon the road as the carriage slowly headed east of the city.

Jiang Ming stood in the shadows, watching the carriage disappear at the end of the street.