"What an exquisite movement technique! This kid really isn't simple!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. He was just about to use this as an opening to approach and strike up a conversation.
But just then, his vision blurred.
A tall, slender figure in white appeared before Tang San without warning, as though he had teleported there!
He was so fast that Yu Xiaogang, a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, could not even begin to compare!
Yu Xiaogang abruptly halted, staring fixedly at the white-robed man who had appeared out of nowhere.
He was a young man who looked graceful and elegant, so handsome that he scarcely seemed human.
His striking white hair and the chilling aura radiating from his body made one's heart tremble.
For some reason, the instant Yu Xiaogang's gaze touched the white-robed man, his heart clenched, and an overwhelming sense of unease surged within him.
"This man means trouble!"
Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brows as countless thoughts raced through his mind:
"Could he be here for Tang San too? Is he trying to steal my disciple?!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Yu Xiaogang immediately dismissed the thought.
"Other than a Grandmaster like me, who has spent most of his life researching martial soul theory, who else on the entire continent could see through Tang San's earth-shattering secret of possessing Twin Martial Souls from nothing but an awakening certificate?"
"If he hasn't discovered Tang San's secret, why would such an unfathomably powerful expert bother with a poor country boy wearing patched clothes for no reason?"
Yu Xiaogang could not make sense of it, but he knew he could not wait any longer.
If he did, the "tool for turning his life around" that he had waited so long for would be snatched away!
Gritting his teeth, he hurried toward Tang San and the white-robed man.
Elsewhere.
After teaching the gatekeeper a lesson with the Tang Sect's secret art, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Tang San was about to lead Old Jack into the academy when he suddenly noticed someone standing before him.
Tang San jerked his head up. The moment he saw the man's face, he froze.
So tall!
So cold!
So handsome!
Those were the first thoughts that sprang into Tang San's mind.
The man before him stood a full one point nine meters tall, dressed in spotless white fitted clothes.
His waterfall-like white hair drifted gently in the breeze, while his crystalline skin seemed sculpted from the purest ice and snow.
Tang San swore that he had never seen anyone with such a distinctive appearance and such an otherworldly bearing, whether in Holy Soul Village or even in the Bashu Tang Sect of his previous life.
It was as though a true banished immortal had suddenly descended into this filthy mortal world.
Just as Tang San secretly became wary, the immortal-looking man before him spoke.
And his very first words made Tang San's entire body shudder. In an instant, he faced him as though confronting a great enemy, his sword-like brows tightly drawn together.
"Oh? If my senses are not mistaken, the Soul Power within your body is exceptionally abundant... You have Innate Full Soul Power?"
Xue Bingchen looked down at Tang San, a teasing curve lifting at the corner of his lips as he knowingly asked,
"What is your martial soul?"
A tempestuous sea rose in Tang San's heart!
"He can see through my Soul Power Level at a glance?! And without using any testing tool!"
As an outer disciple of the Tang Sect and an assassin in his previous life, Tang San knew very well the significance of the word "senses."
For someone to accomplish this, the other party's strength had to be unfathomable—perhaps even far beyond anything he could imagine!
Faced with such an unknown powerhouse, Tang San hesitated.
He had initially wanted to conceal it, but then he remembered that his awakening certificate recorded everything clearly. The other party would learn the truth with even a cursory investigation, and lying might only provoke him.
Thus, Tang San slightly lowered his head and answered truthfully in a respectful tone.
"In answer to Senior, my martial soul is... Blue Silver Grass."
"Senior?"
Hearing that form of address, Xue Bingchen could not help but chuckle and shake his head.
"I'm no senior. If we're being precise, I'm actually only a few years older than you."
Tang San's face was full of confusion.
He lifted his head and looked at Xue Bingchen's imposing height of one point nine meters, then at that handsome face, which had clearly long since shed its youthful immaturity. He could only feel that the other man was joking with him.
"Only a few years older? With that height and that presence, I'd believe you if you said you were in your twenties! And you call that only a few years older?"
Tang San grumbled inwardly, but he maintained his respectful demeanor and said nothing.
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from nearby.
"Young brother, and this... sir."
Yu Xiaogang had finally reached them.
He first gave Xue Bingchen an extremely wary glance. When he realized he could not see through the other man's cultivation at all, he forcibly suppressed his unease, turned to Tang San, and squeezed out what he believed was his warmest, kindest smile.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are Tang San from Holy Soul Village, correct? I'm a teacher at this academy. You may call me Grandmaster."
Yu Xiaogang eagerly began introducing himself. In order to establish a lofty image before Tang San, he began frantically gilding his own reputation.
"As for me, I have no particular hobbies. I simply enjoy researching martial souls.
"In this field, I consider myself to have made a small number of accomplishments."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Yu Xiaogang slightly raised his head and gazed up at a forty-five-degree angle, speaking in an exceedingly proud tone.
"You must have heard of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, yes? That's right, that monumental work, regarded as the guiding principle by Soul Masters across the entire continent, was written by yours truly!"
"Through years of research, I summarized the ten ironclad laws of Soul Master cultivation.
"For example, there are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters..."
Yu Xiaogang rambled on endlessly, boasting at great length until Tang San was utterly bewildered.
Xue Bingchen was speechless too. Yu Xiaogang had insulted himself twice in a single sentence—did he even realize it?
At last, once Yu Xiaogang felt he had laid enough groundwork, he finally revealed his true purpose!
His eyes burned as he stared at Tang San, his voice carrying an unconcealable trace of fervor.
"Tang San, although your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, I believe that under my guidance, you will certainly become an outstanding Soul Master!
"Would you... be willing to take me as your master?"
The moment those words came out, Tang San was completely stunned.
He blinked at the middle-aged man before him, who had a crew cut, an utterly ordinary face, unshaven stubble, and even looked somewhat down and out.
"What is going on? I've only just arrived at the academy gate, and someone already wants to take me as his disciple?"
Tang San's heart was filled with confusion.
"Is Innate Full Soul Power really that sought-after outside? Even someone with a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass is being fought over as a disciple?"
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