Notting Academy, Tang Yin: Then let's go! We'll go find Master Su Yuntao!

Since the soul awakening ceremony.

Unknowingly, nearly three months had passed.

On this day, Old Jack arrived at the smithy once again, his face weary from travel, yet his eyes shone with an extraordinary brightness.

He called Tang Yin and Tang San outside, steering them away from the drunken Tang Hao, and carefully retrieved two admission letters stamped with the Notting Academy seal, along with two rough wooden badges, from his bosom.

"Little Yin, Little San, Grandpa... Grandpa didn't run around in vain after all!"

Old Jack's voice was somewhat hoarse, his eyes rimmed with red.

"Two work-study student spots, Grandpa managed to get them for you! Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is about to start its term!"

"Get yourselves ready, and when the time comes, Grandpa will take you there!"

As it turned out, over these past three months.

Old Jack had run through almost all the neighboring villages and made several trips to Nuoding City, wearing down his tongue and exhausting every favor he had.

He had even spent the meager savings he'd accumulated over the years to grease palms, just to "trade" for a work-study spot from a small village that lacked suitable candidates this year.

He didn't mention a word of the hardships he had endured.

He simply shoved the letters and the work-study badges into the brothers' hands, repeatedly urging them to keep them safe.

As for whether Tang Hao would agree?

Old Jack didn't even bring it up.

Because Old Jack knew that this drunkard would never allow two children he used as beasts of burden to just leave like that.

But he had made up his mind; even if Tang Hao objected.

He would tie these promising children up and drag them to the academy if he had to!

Tang Yin looked at the rough yet heavy admission letter in his hand, understanding the weight of it, and bowed solemnly to Old Jack.

"Grandpa Jack, words cannot express our gratitude."

"Little San and I will certainly not let you down."

Tang San followed suit with a deep bow, his eyes filled with gratitude.

As for Tang Hao?

Tang Yin had no intention of asking him at all.

Because he knew that this guy would never agree to let him and his younger brother Tang San go to Notting Academy to study.

After all, in his eyes, neither of them currently "possessed" the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

In Tang Hao's eyes, they weren't even his real sons!

Regardless, as a transmigrator, Tang Yin had saved up some money over these past six years.

It would be enough for the time being.

And since both he and his younger brother Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power, they could collect a soul master subsidy as soon as they broke through to become soul masters.

The two of them would receive one Gold Soul Coin each month.

At the very least, they wouldn't have to worry about food and drink!

Beside him, Tang San didn't care about Tang Hao's opinion in the slightest.

In his heart, ever since Tang Hao dared to insult his elder brother Tang Yin and blaspheme against the Tang Sect's ultimate arts that day, he had ceased to be his father.

He was nothing more than a drunken sot!

Out of consideration for the fact that he was his biological father, Tang San would begrudgingly refrain from ending his life.

But from this point on, they were strangers.

In this life, Tang San had his mother and his elder brother Tang Yin; that was enough!

Soon, the day for Notting Academy to open arrived.

Knowing that Tang Hao would not permit it, Tang Yin and Tang San didn't mention the matter at all.

There was no need to pack, either.

After all, there was nothing in the smithy worth taking with them.

After changing into two sets of clean but patched clothes, Tang Yin led Tang San to the village entrance to meet up with Grandpa Jack, and together they set off on the road to Nuoding City.

Nuoding City was not very far, but it still required the better part of a day to reach on foot.

When the afternoon sun began to scorch, the three of them finally saw the not-so-imposing walls of Nuoding City.

After entering Nuoding City.

Following a few inquiries, the three of them finally arrived at the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Looking from afar, Notting Academy appeared quite impressive.

It was surrounded by snow-white walls, with a grand archway at the front, about twenty meters wide, all constructed from sturdy stone, with two iron gates beneath it.

Through the iron gates, one could see a main path leading straight to the teaching buildings in the distance.

Above the arched gate were carved four large characters: Notting Academy!

Upon seeing Notting Academy, Old Jack immediately leaned on his cane, filled with excitement.

"We've arrived! That ahead is Notting Academy!"

"Xiao Yin, Xiao San, follow me!"

Old Jack quickened his pace, leading Tang Yin and Tang San toward the entrance.

However, Tang Yin was in no hurry to follow.

Because he knew that the gates of Notting Academy were not so easily passed.

Right there at the entrance, there was still a snobbish, dog-eyed gatekeeper.

Soon, the three of them reached the front of the gate.

A gatekeeper wearing a gray uniform, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, flashed over and blocked their path.

"Stop right there! Who are you people?"

"Is this a place where you country bumpkins can just come and go?"

The gatekeeper stood with his hands on his hips, looking utterly disdainful and arrogant.

Hearing the gatekeeper's words, the corners of Tang Yin's mouth twitched, and he felt truly speechless.

He really couldn't understand how someone as idiotic as this gatekeeper could exist!

He was merely a gatekeeper for a Soul Master Academy; how could he possibly derive a sense of superiority from that?

Did he really dare to pick a fight with students coming to enroll?

Was he truly not afraid that one of them might turn out successful and seek revenge later?

Or perhaps, was he the brother-in-law of the Notting Academy dean or something?

But in the original story, seeing how he fawned over Gangzi, he didn't seem like someone with connections at all!

Faced with the gatekeeper blocking their way, Old Jack kept a smile on his face, first taking out the martial soul certificates for Tang Yin and Tang San and handing them over, hoping the gatekeeper would let them pass.

But after looking at the martial soul certificates for Tang Yin and Tang San, seeing one Blue Silver Grass and one hand-type mutated martial soul he had never heard of—White Jade Hand—both claiming Innate Full Soul Power!

The gatekeeper immediately scoffed, tossing the two certificates aside carelessly.

"What! Blue Silver Grass, a trash martial soul like this, and it has Innate Full Soul Power?!"

"And this... White Jade Hand? What kind of nonsense is that? A hand-type martial soul I've never even heard of, and it's also Innate Full Soul Power?"

"Old man, who are you trying to fool?"

Beside him, upon hearing the gatekeeper's words, Tang San's expression darkened, his eyes turned red, and he began to breathe heavily like an ox, his heart filled with wild rage.

This guy actually dared to insult his big brother and the supreme arts of the Tang Sect!

He had truly invited his own death!

However, before Tang San could move to teach the gatekeeper a lesson, Tang Yin stepped forward and asked unhurriedly.

"You say our certificates are fake?"

"Nonsense! If they aren't fake, are they supposed to be real?"

Although he felt a bit of surprise at Tang Yin, who was exceptionally handsome and possessed extremely rare blue-silver hair, the gatekeeper remained dismissive and impatient.

"Very well."

Tang Yin smiled as well. Without further ado, he struck like lightning, firmly grabbing the gatekeeper's wrist and pulling him forward.

Even though his body was only six years old, with the support of his Innate Full Soul Power, the gatekeeper was no match for Tang Yin's strength and was dragged along helplessly.

"What are you doing! Let go, you little brat!"

The gatekeeper was shocked and furious, trying hard to shake him off, but he felt that small hand was like an iron hoop.

"What am I doing?"

Tang Yin curled his lips and turned his head.

"Since you think the martial soul certificates are fake, let's go to the Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch Hall and ask Deacon Su Yuntao, who awakened our martial souls, to judge this in person!"

"We'll see if it's the deacon who forged them, or if you, the gatekeeper, are just blind!"

Go to the Martial Soul Branch Hall?

Confront Deacon Su Yuntao?

The arrogance on the gatekeeper's face froze instantly, quickly replaced by panic.

He bullied country folk because he knew they were ignorant and timid; that was common practice.

But what if... what if this proof of Martial Soul was real?

He certainly knew Deacon Su Yuntao.

Although not a major figure, he was not someone a lowly gatekeeper like him could afford to offend!

If these two brats truly possessed Innate Full Soul Power, even if their Martial Souls were trash, should Deacon Su Yuntao find out he had obstructed and insulted them at the gate, and even questioned the authenticity of a document issued by the Martial Soul Hall...

His job as a gatekeeper would likely be over!

"You... let go! Who wants to go to the Martial Soul Hall with you! Get lost, get lost, get lost!"

The gatekeeper grew frantic, desperately trying to shake off Tang Yin, but he couldn't break free at all.

"If we don't go to the Martial Soul Hall, how else can we prove whether our Martial Soul certificate is real or fake?"

Tang Yin grinned, looking like he was determined to see this through to the end.

"And stop telling us to get lost, what are you afraid of!"

"If you dare to claim our Martial Soul certificate is fake, why don't you dare to go and verify it!"

Realizing he couldn't break free from Tang Yin's grip, the gatekeeper finally grasped that Tang Yin was likely a true possessor of Innate Full Soul Power, and he felt like crying.

"I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't have assumed your Martial Soul certificate was fake, but I really can't go to the Martial Soul Hall!"

"I beg you, spare me!"

"I was wrong, isn't an apology enough!"