Yu Xiaogang: Who Is He? Does He Want to Steal My Beloved Disciple??

"Such exquisite footwork! This kid is truly not simple!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up, and he prepared to use this opening to step forward and strike up a conversation.

But just then, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

A tall, slender, and upright white figure had appeared before Tang San without the slightest warning, as if he had teleported!

The speed was so fast that it was countless times quicker than he, a twenty-ninth-level Soul Grand Master, could ever hope to be!

Yu Xiaogang slammed on the brakes, staring fixedly at the white-robed man who had suddenly appeared.

He was a young man who looked so dashing and handsome that he hardly seemed human.

He wore a striking head of white hair, and his body radiated a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

For some reason, when Yu Xiaogang's gaze touched the white-robed man, his heart gave a sharp tug, and an extremely intense sense of unease surged into his mind.

This person does not come with good intentions!

Yu Xiaogang's brows locked tightly together, his mind racing with a flurry of thoughts:

Could he also be here for Tang San? Is he trying to snatch my disciple away?!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Yu Xiaogang immediately dismissed the thought in his heart:

Aside from me, a "Grandmaster" who has spent half a lifetime researching martial soul theory, who else in the entire continent could see through the heaven-defying secret of Tang San's Twin Martial Souls just by looking at an awakening certificate?

If he hasn't discovered Tang San's secret, then why would a powerhouse who appears to have unfathomable strength bother with a poor kid from the countryside wearing patched clothes for no reason?

Yu Xiaogang was completely baffled, but he knew he absolutely could not wait any longer.

If he waited any longer, the "tool for his comeback" that he had worked so hard to find would be snatched away by someone else!

He gritted his teeth and walked quickly toward Tang San and the white-robed man.

On the other side.

Tang San, who had just used the Tang Sect's unique skill "Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track" to teach the gatekeeper a lesson, was just about to take Old Jack into the academy when he suddenly discovered someone standing in front of him.

Tang San jerked his head up, and when he saw the appearance of the person before him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

So tall!

So cold!

So handsome!

These were the first thoughts that popped into Tang San's mind.

The man before him stood a full meter-ninety tall, dressed in a spotless white martial outfit.

His waterfall-like white hair drifted gently in the breeze, and his skin was crystal clear, as if carved from the purest ice and snow.

Tang San swore that in Holy Soul Village, or even back in the Bashu Tang Sect of his previous life, he had never seen anyone with such a unique style and such an ethereal temperament.

It was as if a true immortal had suddenly descended into this filthy mortal world.

Just as Tang San was secretly on guard, the immortal-like man before him suddenly spoke.

And the very first sentence he uttered made Tang San's entire body shudder; he instantly felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, his two sword-like brows knitting together tightly.

"Oh? If my perception is not mistaken, the soul power within your body is extremely abundant... Are you Innate Full Soul Power?"

Xue Bingchen looked down at Tang San from his height, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful arc as he asked a question to which he already knew the answer:

"What is your martial soul?"

A stormy sea surged in Tang San's heart!

He can actually see through my Soul Power Level at a glance?! And that's without using any testing tools!

As a former outer sect disciple of the Tang Sect and an assassin in his past life, Tang San knew very well the weight of the word "perception."

To be able to achieve this level, the other party's strength was absolutely unfathomable—it might even far exceed his imagination!

Facing such an unknown powerhouse, Tang San hesitated for a moment.

He originally wanted to hide it, but then he thought that his awakening certificate stated it clearly; if the other party checked even slightly, they would find out, and lying would only anger them.

Thus, Tang San lowered his head slightly and replied respectfully:

"Replying to Senior, my martial soul is... Blue Silver Grass."

"Senior?"

Hearing this form of address, Xue Bingchen couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"I am no senior. If we really calculate it, I am actually not many years older than you."

Upon hearing this, Tang San was filled with confusion.

He looked up at Xue Bingchen's imposing one-meter-ninety stature, then looked at that handsome face which, while youthful, had clearly shed its immaturity, and felt as if the other party was joking with him.

Not many years older? With this height and this aura, I'd believe you if you said you were in your twenties! You call this not many years older?

Tang San grumbled inwardly, but he maintained a respectful expression on the surface and did not respond.

Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached from the side.

"This little brother, and this... gentleman."

Yu Xiaogang finally caught up to the two of them.

He first cast a wary glance at Xue Bingchen, and upon discovering that he could not fathom the other's cultivation level at all, he forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart and turned to Tang San, squeezing out what he considered to be his most amiable smile.

"If I am not mistaken, you are Tang San from Holy Soul Village, correct? I am a teacher at this academy; you may call me Grandmaster."

Yu Xiaogang could not wait to introduce himself, and in order to establish a lofty image before Tang San, he began to frantically gild his own lily.

"I don't really have any other hobbies; I simply enjoy researching martial souls. In this field, I dare say I have achieved a modicum of success."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle, and spoke in an incredibly proud tone:

"Surely you have both heard of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, yes? That is correct—that peerless masterpiece, revered as the gold standard by the entire continent's soul master world, was authored by yours truly!"

"Through years of research, I have summarized the ten ironclad laws of soul master cultivation. For instance, there are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters..."

Yu Xiaogang rambled on, boasting incessantly, leaving Tang San stunned and bewildered.

Xue Bingchen was also speechless; did Yu Xiaogang not realize he had insulted himself twice in a single sentence?

Finally, seeing that the groundwork was laid, Yu Xiaogang revealed his true intentions!

He stared at Tang San with burning eyes, his voice laced with an undisguised fervor:

"Tang San, although your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, I believe that under my tutelage, you can certainly become an outstanding soul master! Would you... be willing to take me as your master?"

As these words fell, Tang San was completely dumbfounded.

He blinked, looking at the middle-aged man before him—a man with a buzz cut, plain features, scruffy stubble, and an altogether disheveled appearance.

What is going on? I've only just arrived at the academy gates; why is someone trying to take me as a disciple the moment we meet?

Tang San was filled with doubt:

Is Innate Full Soul Power really that highly sought after out here? Even someone with a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass is being fought over?