Want to Dig Up My Ancestors' Graves?

Late that night.

Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

The light was still on in Yu Xiaogang's room.

The dim oil lamp illuminated that dead-fish face.

He sat at the desk reading a yellowed ancient tome, occasionally jotting down a few annotations on the paper beside him.

The dead of night was the best time to study Martial Soul theory.

Whether anyone else believed in it or not, he believed in it himself.

When making your way in the world, connections mattered!

His connections were unmatched!

Above him was Bibi Dong, behind him was his old father, and below him was the Iron Triangle!

Who dared object?

First, send out Flender!

If Flender could not win, then use the Golden Iron Triangle's Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Still not enough?

Then go to Spirit Hall and find Bibi Dong!

I would spare no cost to destroy those who slandered me!

Just as Yu Xiaogang was hopelessly absorbed in copying... theoretical research, a knock sounded outside the door.

"Come in."

Yu Xiaogang raised his head, a flicker of displeasure at being disturbed passing through his brows.

The wooden door opened, and a gaunt middle-aged man entered.

The door opened, and a gaunt middle-aged man entered.

Nuoke.

The headmaster of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

"Grandmaster, you are still up?"

Nuoke looked at Yu Xiaogang's annotations with some surprise.

[Differences in Martial Soul Fusion]

[Note: Martial Souls of different types can also fuse]

[Discoverer: Theoretical Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang]

Although he was just an ordinary Soul Master, he had heard the legends of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

They could undergo Martial Soul Fusion, even though their Martial Souls were not of the same type.

But why had Yu Xiaogang annotated it as his own discovery?

"If you have something to say, say it."

Yu Xiaogang casually closed the book.

"I came to ask about something. Do you know Jiang Ming's whereabouts?"

Nuoke asked cautiously.

He knew a little about the matter between Yu Xiaogang and Jiang Ming.

That name was a thorn in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

"Jiang Ming?"

"You are asking me where he is? How would I know the whereabouts of someone like him?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice cooled, and undisguised disgust showed in his eyes.

"Grandmaster, do not get worked up yet!"

Nuoke hurriedly waved his hands.

"Why should I care about the whereabouts of someone who questioned my theories?"

"Back then, I kindly showed him the right path and told him to pursue a defensive path."

"The defensive abilities of a Spatial Origin Attribute are exceedingly rare in the entire Soul Master world."

"If he had followed my advice, he would surely have become an outstanding defense-type battle Soul Master in the future."

"And what happened? A six-year-old child dared to point fingers at my theories."

"What was it he said again? [The Spatial Origin Attribute does not need defense; it naturally possesses powerful offensive and defensive capabilities!]."

Yu Xiaogang cut Nuoke off, his tone growing increasingly cold.

"Grandmaster..."

Nuoke opened his mouth, unsure what to say for a moment.

But Yu Xiaogang showed no intention of stopping.

There was an added certainty in his voice, as though he were stating an established fact.

"More than three years, almost four, and not a single word."

"A seven-year-old child wandering outside alone, without a teacher's guidance or an academy's resources—how far could he possibly go?"

"If he had listened to me back then and followed the defensive path, he would have at least reached level twenty Soul Power by now. He might even be about on Tang San's level already."

At the mention of Tang San, most of the gloom on Yu Xiaogang's face instantly vanished.

A nearly fanatical light lit up in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Pride.

It was pride from the bottom of his heart.

"Tang San acquired his second Soul Ring just a few days ago."

"His second soul skill: Parasite."

"Blue Silver Grass's second soul skill might sound utterly ordinary, but its potential far exceeds the imagination of most people in this world."

"If I had not required him to build a solid foundation, he could already have gone to an intermediate Soul Master Academy."

Yu Xiaogang's voice became warm and proud, as if he were showing off his most precious treasure.

"Yes, yes, Tang San truly is exceptionally gifted. He is destined for greatness."

Nuoke did not say much and directly went along with Yu Xiaogang.

"I know absolutely nothing about Jiang Ming, nor do I want to know. You have asked the wrong person."

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, his expression filled with disgust.

"Grandmaster, there is actually another reason why I asked about Jiang Ming's whereabouts today."

Nuoke was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Oh?"

Yu Xiaogang was somewhat surprised.

"The City Lord's Mansion has taken an interest in a plot of land."

Nuoke began.

"What plot?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly.

"A cemetery."

"The cemetery at the foot of the western mountain."

Nuoke lowered his voice, as though discussing something shameful.

"I see."

"You are worried Jiang Ming is still alive and will come back to cause trouble someday?"

Yu Xiaogang's tone was calm to the point of coldness.

"If that boy is truly dead, then so be it. But if he is not..."

"Grandmaster, you know that disturbing someone's ancestral graves is an irreconcilable blood feud no matter who it happens to."

"The City Lord's Mansion is not afraid, but it does not want to provoke a potential enemy for no reason."

Nuoke nodded, a few traces of awkwardness appearing on his face.

"A potential enemy?"

"You are overthinking it. Jiang Ming has long been dead."

"A little brat who refused advice and followed a theoretically incorrect path—how long do you think he could survive?"

"One year? Two years? This is already the third year. If he were still alive, news would have come back long ago."

There was not the slightest hesitation in Yu Xiaogang's voice, as if he were pronouncing a verdict.

"The City Lord's Mansion thinks the same, but they are afraid of the unlikely possibility, which is why they asked me to inquire."

Nuoke's implication was simple.

"In that case, I have an idea."

"Wait another two years."

"If there is still no news after five years, then that person truly will never be able to return."

Yu Xiaogang rhythmically tapped his fingers against the tabletop.

"Two years? The City Lord's Mansion plans to turn that land in the western part of the city into a tourist attraction to stimulate Nuoding City's development."

"I do not know whether they would be willing to wait two years!"

Nuoke frowned, his face full of uncertainty.

"If they cannot wait, I can give them a more direct answer."

"Based on my understanding of the Soul Master world, the possibility of a lone wandering Soul Master with no teacher and no resources surviving for more than five years is practically zero."

"Especially one who refuses to listen."

After saying this, Yu Xiaogang reopened the ancient tome.

He was telling him to leave!

"Thank you for your guidance, Grandmaster. I shall take my leave first."

Nuoke tactfully turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head to look at the pages, but his gaze did not truly settle on the words.

"Tang San... you are meant to stand at the peak of the continent. As for someone like Jiang Ming..."

Yu Xiaogang did not continue, but the implication could not have been clearer.