Tang San, Is He Still Saved?

"However..."

Xue Bingchen watched from afar as the six-year-old Tang San endured the insults of the gatekeeper, his wrist already quietly reaching toward his Sleeve Arrow, the corner of his mouth curling upward.

"The current Tang San has just left Holy Soul Village; he is still a blank slate with only a hint of hidden darkness. He hasn't taken Yu Xiaogang as his master yet, which means... he is still salvageable!"

Tang San was a person of extreme double standards and an intense desire for control.

To change him, ordinary preaching would be absolutely useless.

There had to be someone whose strength could completely crush him, whose talent could completely overwhelm him, and whose intelligence and methods could firmly suppress him—someone who would intervene in his life with an absolutely domineering posture to guide him, or rather...

To "train" him!

On this point, Xue Bingchen possessed ten thousand percent confidence!

He was not some twenty-ninth-level waste like Yu Xiaogang, who was nearly fifty years old and still living off women and his own disciples!

In the original story, Yu Xiaogang could only rely on Tang San's naivety and those plagiarized theories in the early stages to barely suppress him and put on the airs of a strict master.

But by the later stages, as Tang San's strength grew and he gradually accepted the selfish philosophy of Shrek, what was Yu Xiaogang's ending?

It was plain for all to see!

In his mind, Xue Bingchen could already visualize the ridiculous scene that netizens from his past life had frantically mocked:

Sometime in the future.

Yu Xiaogang, with a fawning expression, grabbed Tang San's hand:

"Little San! You've become a god? That's wonderful! You are the Sea God and the Asura God King! I heard that gods can bring their loved ones to ascend to the God Realm? Quick! Quickly take your master with you! I don't have high demands; I don't need to be a first-rank or second-rank god, just arrange any God Official position for me so I can be immortal!"

And that "pure and noble God King Tang," already completely corrupted and full of high-sounding rhetoric about benevolence and morality, would shake off Yu Xiaogang's hand with a righteous expression and bark sternly:

"Audacious! Gangzi! Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?!"

"You have already broken through the shackles of being a waste at level thirty by relying on the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma I painstakingly found for you. Are you still not satisfied? One should know how to be content!"

"Furthermore, the rules of the God Realm are strict, and god positions are limited! Even a God Official cannot be promised lightly. Even though I am a God King, I absolutely cannot engage in favoritism or break the rules for you! Rules are rules!"

If the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma had a spirit in the afterlife, it would probably cry itself to death in the restroom: To think that I, a celestial herb, was truly fed to a dog back then!

And by the era of Douluo II, ten thousand years later, that son-in-law Huo Gua, who had been tortured to the brink of death by Tang San, would probably roll his eyes on the spot if he heard this and rant frantically:

"You can't break the rules? Bullshit! Why does it feel like the plane laws of the Douluo Continent and the God Realm are just your Tang family's private backyard? You can mold them however you want?!"

"No, such a disgusting thing must absolutely not be allowed to happen!"

Xue Bingchen hardened his heart, the smile on his face completely fading, replaced by an unquestionable dominance.

"This child of destiny, Tang San, I am determined to take him in today! If he truly cannot be trained, then I will slap him to death before he grows up to prevent any future trouble!"

At this very moment, the entrance to the Notting Academy was a scene of undercurrents.

Aside from Tang San and Old Jack, who were entangled with the gatekeeper, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, hands behind his back, pretending to be profound, had actually been squatting behind a large tree inside the academy gate for some time.

It was none other than Yu Xiaogang!

Heaven knows how ecstatic and excited Yu Xiaogang was when he learned through his meager network of connections that among the new students this year, there was a child from the remote Holy Soul Village named "Tang San"!

The reason was simple: the awakening certificate issued by the Martial Soul Hall clearly stated:

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass;

Soul Power: Innate Full Soul Power!

"Blue Silver Grass? Innate Full Soul Power? Hahaha, this is the biggest joke under heaven!"

Yu Xiaogang hid behind the tree, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

If the deacon responsible for the awakening at the Martial Soul Hall wasn't blind and the information on the certificate wasn't wrong, then it could only mean one thing!

A Blue Silver Grass, recognized by the entire continent's soul master world as a standard trash martial soul, absolutely, positively could not possess Innate Full Soul Power!

This violated the most basic common sense of the soul master world!

Therefore, the only explanation was that this child named Tang San must have another extremely powerful second martial soul hidden within him—one powerful enough to support Innate Full Soul Power!

"Twin Martial Souls! This is a Twin Martial Soul that only appears once in a century!"

Yu Xiaogang's breathing became rapid.

That such a peerless genius would happen to appear in a godforsaken place like Holy Soul Village, and was now coming to study at the Notting Academy where he, Yu Xiaogang, resided!

What did this mean?

Wasn't this just Heaven seeing that he, Yu Xiaogang, had lived most of his life in frustration, and preparing a tool for his comeback...

Ah, no, a good disciple specifically for him?!

Yu Xiaogang had absolute confidence that as long as he could take Tang San as his disciple, he would definitely be able to teach him to become the top powerhouse on the entire continent!

As for why he himself was still a mere twenty-ninth-level Soul Grand Master at nearly fifty years old?

"Hmph, that is entirely because my martial soul, Luo Sanpao, suffered a malignant mutation. This is Heaven's injustice toward me! This is a defect of the martial soul, and it has nothing to do with my own talent or effort!"

Yu Xiaogang comforted himself righteously in his heart.

"Although my spirit power is low, I am the number one wise man on the entire continent! The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that I published—what a peerless masterpiece that is! Wherever I go, don't others have to respectfully call me 'Grandmaster'?"

Of course, Yu Xiaogang automatically ignored one fact in his heart:

He only ever went to places where people were willing to call him "Grandmaster."

As for those who mocked him, he simply dismissed them all as being jealous of his talent.

Thinking this way, Yu Xiaogang straightened his collar, struck the pose of an aloof expert, and prepared to walk forward immediately.

He wanted to descend like a savior at the exact moment Tang San was most helpless from being bullied by that snobbish gatekeeper, loudly reprimand the gatekeeper, and then naturally display his own "erudition" to guide Tang San into kowtowing and pledging his allegiance!

He had already written the script!

However, before Yu Xiaogang could even take a step, the monstrous nature of Tang San far exceeded his expectations!

He saw that seemingly thin six-year-old boy, facing the gatekeeper's shoving, actually advance instead of retreat.

With a shift of his feet, his figure flashed like a ghost, and with just a light push, that adult gatekeeper fell flat on his face, unable to crawl back up for a long time!