Spirit Hall's Tang San?

Jack's words had undoubtedly opened the door to a new world for Tang San.

If it was really that good, then joining Spirit Hall in the future seemed like a pretty good choice too!

After all, his father was merely a blacksmith in a small village, with no background whatsoever.

Seeing Tang San like this, Yun Feng knew he had completely led him astray.

If Tang San really joined Spirit Hall, then once the submitted records were examined by someone careful, they would instantly understand what was going on!

After all, Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power was something unheard of.

Only Su Yuntao from a small place like that did not understand it and failed to seize such immense fortune!

But Su Yuntao not knowing did not mean others would not know!

Still, there was no use thinking about that now. It was better to train properly!

Although he did not hold much ill will toward Tang San at the moment, thinking of Tang Hao's previous attitude still made him feel sick.

Holy Soul Village was not far from Nuoding City. The three of them walked for half a day, ate some simple dry rations along the way, and by afternoon, they could already see the distant city walls.

Although Nuoding City was not considered a large city, it was close to the border of the Heaven Dou Empire, so its walls were built quite solidly.

After being inspected like the other passing pedestrians, Yun Feng, Tang San, and Old Jack entered Nuoding City.

"Feng'er, San, Grandpa will take you to the academy, then head back. The two of you must listen to your teachers at the academy. Do not leave the academy on your own. When the term ends, Grandpa Jack will come pick you up again. It should be almost New Year by then."

Looking at the old man before him, Yun Feng suddenly felt a pang of sorrow for some reason.

He knew why his grandfather was in such a hurry to return.

Tang San asked directly, "Grandpa Jack, aren't you going to stay and get familiar with the place with us?"

Old Jack gave a bitter smile, subconsciously touched his pocket, and looked around Nuoding City before saying,

"Inns aren't places poor people like us can afford to stay. You must work hard. When Grandpa sees you next time, I hope you'll have already become Spirit Masters. Then all of Holy Soul Village will be proud of you."

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy was located in the west of Nuoding City. After asking several passersby for directions, Old Jack finally brought Yun Feng and Tang San here.

From afar, they could already see a towering arched gate. It was twenty meters wide and over ten meters tall, built entirely from sturdy stone. Beneath it stood two iron lattice gates, dark and imposing.

Through the iron gates, they could see winding paths leading into the depths, with a broad road running straight inward and tall trees lining both sides.

At the center of the arch were four large characters.

"Notting Academy."

Just from the academy's entrance alone, one could see how important the profession of Spirit Master was on the Douluo Continent. And this was only a junior Soul Master Academy.

As soon as Old Jack brought Yun Feng and Tang San to the entrance, they were immediately stopped by a young gatekeeper.

"What are you here for? Is this a place country folk like you can come to?"

Old Jack's clothes were considered rather presentable in Holy Soul Village, but in Nuoding City, he looked entirely like a country bumpkin. The gatekeeper's eyes carried more than a little disdain.

Yun Feng felt rather helpless at the sight. Whether in his previous life or this one, such things were commonplace.

Nothing more than extortion.

But considering that his grandfather did not have much money on him, Jack had handed all his money to Yun Feng the previous night. Yun Feng had naturally seen the entire exchange.

This was all registration and living expenses, the only money he had before becoming a Spirit Master, so there was absolutely no way he could hand it over.

Although he knew Yu Xiaogang would come to resolve the situation later, he still did not want to see his grandfather suffer such humiliation. So he stepped forward with a smile and said,

"We're here to register. May I ask what the procedure is?"

Tang San was a little surprised by Yun Feng's behavior, but he did not say anything. There was only a faint killing intent in his eyes.

The gatekeeper frowned. Seeing that a child had stepped forward, he immediately said in a mocking tone,

"Can a golden phoenix really come out of a grass nest? Someone from a little village has Soul Power? The academy hasn't had work-study students in years. You aren't fakes, are you?"

A flash of anger crossed Yun Feng's eyes, but he still smiled as he took out the certificate issued by Spirit Hall deacon Su Yuntao from his backpack and handed it to the gatekeeper.

Tang San also handed over his own certificate.

The gatekeeper accepted the certificates and looked them over.

"Two Martial Souls, both Blue Silver Grass? And both have Innate Full Soul Power? What a joke. This is utterly absurd. I've worked as the academy gatekeeper for four years, and I've never heard of a student with Innate Full Soul Power. This kid's Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he has full Soul Power? I think this Spirit Hall certificate must be forged by you."

As he spoke, he tossed the certificates onto the ground and stomped on them viciously several times, his eyes full of condescension.

At this sight, Tang San had already drawn his right hand back into his sleeve, as though he were fiddling with something, producing the faintest sound.

The moment Yun Feng heard that sound, he immediately stepped forward and stood in front of him.

What a joke. If Tang San really killed someone, things would not go well for them. Even if they were in the right, could someone serving as a guard at the entrance of a Soul Master Academy possibly be an ordinary person?

At the very least, he had some connections. Besides, Yun Feng had come here to farm advice!

"So what you mean is that you do not recognize the certificate issued by Spirit Hall, or that you do not recognize the countless commoner Spirit Masters in this world?"

Yun Feng's voice was loud, drawing the attention of some nearby passersby who had not been paying attention before.

The gatekeeper had wanted to keep arguing after hearing this, but when he saw everyone looking over, he immediately came to his senses. Beads of sweat began streaming down his forehead.

With one sentence, he had offended two groups he could not afford to offend. No matter how powerful his connections were, they would be useless.

Looking at the handsome little boy before him, the gatekeeper felt a trace of fear rise in his heart for some reason.

If this accusation stuck, he would never have another peaceful day.

Thinking of this, the gatekeeper hurriedly explained,

"I-I didn't mean that. I was only reasonably suspicious."

"Yes, I was just suspicious, that's all!"

The gatekeeper seemed to have found an excuse, and his voice unconsciously grew louder.

But how could Yun Feng possibly let him have his way? He lowered his eyes, looked at the certificates stained with dust, and smiled.

"But your words and your actions don't seem to match!"