Yu Xiaogang: Dai Huabin, Would You Be Willing to Become My Disciple?

Nether Douluo only knew that the Body Martial Soul was a special kind of Martial Soul, separate from Beast Martial Souls and weapon Martial Souls.

It took the form of parts and organs of one's own body, and its strength depended on how important those parts were.

There was no doubt that an eye Martial Soul was a top-tier Body Martial Soul, with tremendous potential.

Although this child's talent was pitifully poor, with an Innate Soul Power of only one, overall, it wasn't a major problem.

Nether Douluo came from the Holy Spirit Cult, and his thinking was simple...

As long as this child could make it to the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters,

and the Sect Leader, in consideration of him being an elder who had served the Holy Sect, gave the child a little makeover...

then the boy might yet amount to something...

Seeing that Dai Yuhao still seemed hesitant, Nether Douluo added, "What? A Titled Douluo is personally taking you as his disciple. This is an opportunity most people could only dream of. Are you telling me you still don't want it?"

However, Dai Yuhao wasn't hesitating. He simply hadn't quite processed what he'd heard.

His Martial Soul wasn't the White Tiger? And his Innate Soul Power wasn't high—in fact, it was very low, only one!

Dai Yuhao had once heard the servants at the White Tiger Duke Mansion discussing it.

When the duke's seven-years-older son, Dai Yueheng, had undergone Martial Soul Awakening, his Innate Soul Power had been as high as nine.

He had already gone to Shrek Academy to further his studies.

Dai Yuhao didn't know much about Shrek Academy. He'd only heard people say that it was the greatest academy on the continent, and that Sea God Tang San was said to have come from there...

"My talent as a Soul Master is actually this poor. I've really let Mom down..."

As he spoke, Dai Yuhao's voice grew choked, as though he might burst into tears at any moment.

Seeing that Dai Yuhao hadn't refused, Nether Douluo patiently reassured him. "Innate Soul Power doesn't tell the whole story. In our Holy Spirit Sect, the Martial Soul is what truly matters."

"As far as I know, there are examples in the continent's history of people with low Innate Soul Power becoming powerful experts."

"Really?" Dai Yuhao looked up and asked.

Watching the light gradually return to Dai Yuhao's eyes, Nether Douluo felt secretly pleased. He was still just a child, after all. A few words were enough to win him over.

And he wasn't just making things up.

In the Holy Spirit Cult, not everyone had an Innate Soul Power of seven or eight.

Most were only slightly below average, yet every one of them was an existence that could make others tremble.

Some of the more ruthless ones could even fight across several major levels.

"You just have to..."

Before Nether Douluo could finish, his face suddenly turned pale, and he dropped to one knee.

The life force within him was rapidly dwindling, and his body was growing weaker. He couldn't even manage to stand.

"What's going on?!"

Hadn't the Supreme Sect Leader said that after that power was triggered, he'd have at least another year to live?

At the rate his life force was draining now, he might not even make it through the night...

Damn it!

I haven't even had the chance to train this disciple yet!

No one noticed that just moments earlier, a golden flame so faint it was impossible to see with the naked eye had slipped into his body...

At that thought, Nether Douluo's voice suddenly turned stern. "Kid, from this moment on... you are my disciple, Nether Douluo's..."

"Remember... you must go to the Sun Moon Empire..."

"Find the Xishui Alliance, give them your teacher's title, and seek out someone named Nangong Wan... He will take you to the Holy Spirit Cult..."

Before he could finish, Nether Douluo forced himself to his feet, took the Soul Tool Ring from his finger, and handed it to Dai Yuhao.

"The resources in here should be enough to support your cultivation until you reach level thirty."

"Now, bury your master..." As the words left his mouth, Nether Douluo collapsed to the ground. His breathing gradually stopped, and the light faded from his eyes.

Dai Yuhao: "???"

Namo Amaterasu...

Ignoring the fact that he'd been forcibly taken as a disciple, Dai Yuhao stared in disbelief.

He looked at Nether Douluo, who had just straightened up, and reached out to check his breathing again.

Dai Yuhao finally arrived at one conclusion: this so-called Nether Douluo had died again.

Today had certainly opened his eyes. Who knew a person could die and then come back to life, only to die again?

After thinking it over, Dai Yuhao put on the Soul Tool Ring and decided to honor the last wishes of this "cheap master" of his and bury him.

At the main entrance of the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

"Your Excellency Sanpao, this humble abode is my home."

After testing him along the way, Dai Hao had come to understand Yu Xiaogang's personality completely.

He was arrogant and cared deeply about his pride.

On the way, he'd even offered scathing critiques of the original Shrek Seven Devils.

For example:

"Sea God Tang San was nothing but a petty scoundrel. His respect for his teachers was all an act."

"God of Phoenix Ma Hongjun was incredibly lecherous. He couldn't go a day without looking for a woman."

"God of Food Oscar was just a bootlicker, and he couldn't even lick a single hair..."

"God of Fire Feng Yan was the real good guy. He was loyal and devoted even after becoming a god, and he loved helping the helpless and rescuing people from suffering. He was practically a living Buddha..."

And on and on... The list was too long to count.

Dai Hao didn't know what a Buddha was, but he could guess that if he weren't a descendant of that God of War, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't have bothered sparing his feelings.

Chances were that even his ancestor Dai Mubai wouldn't have gotten off lightly...

Dai Hao had tried arguing back, of course, but whenever Yu Xiaogang was challenged, he immediately went red with rage.

He was practically one step away from revealing those nine white Soul Rings and starting a fight...

People like him could only be stroked the right way. You absolutely couldn't rub them the wrong way.

And as long as he gave Yu Xiaogang enough emotional validation, he might not become a retainer of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, but at least they could build a good relationship. Who knew? He might even be of help someday...

Yu Xiaogang gazed at the White Tiger Duke Mansion, which covered more than three thousand mu, and his mind roared like ten thousand horses galloping.

You call this a humble abode?

Then what did that Fart God Temple of mine, which was only a dozen square meters, count as?

A pigsty?!

No wonder he was a descendant of that ungrateful tiger, Dai Mubai! Even the way he spoke was exactly the same!

If he didn't still need Dai Hao to help him find that Spirit Eye boy, he would've made him taste the power of his "Gang-Dong Three Ultimates"!

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang snorted and said nothing.

Seeing this, Dai Hao didn't take offense. He simply smiled, stepped aside, and gestured for him to enter.

"Your Excellency... this way, please."

Only then did Yu Xiaogang head into the White Tiger Duke Mansion, with Dai Hao following close behind.

Watching them from the side, Durex frowned in displeasure.

Something was wrong!

Eleven out of ten things about this were wrong!

What was with the duke today?

He was only an ordinary Titled Douluo. Why was the esteemed Duke of Star Luo showing him such deference?

The White Tiger Duke Mansion was even larger than Yu Xiaogang had imagined. Just walking from the front gate to the main hall had taken him quite a while.

Just then,

a noblewoman with fair skin and a dignified, imposing bearing came to meet them.

A young boy walked beside her.

His long golden hair was parted down the middle and draped over his shoulders. His blue eyes had double pupils, and his manner was cold.

Dai Hao hurriedly introduced them. "Your Excellency, this is my wife, and this is my youngest son, Dai Huabin."

The noblewoman had been puzzled when Dai Hao brought an outsider into the duke's mansion.

But the instant she heard the word "Your Excellency," she understood.

"Your Excellency" was a respectful title usually given to Titled Douluo. Clearly, this flat-headed man in a black academic gown was a Titled Douluo...

At once, she offered a respectful greeting. "I humbly greet Your Excellency."

Yu Xiaogang ignored her and turned his gaze to Dai Huabin.

The Spirit Eye boy?

A boy with double pupils?

Could the two have something to do with each other?

Besides, along the way, Yu Xiaogang had asked Dai Hao more than once whether there were any boys with Spirit Eye Martial Souls in the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

But Dai Hao had said there weren't, which was rather suspicious.

Could Feng Yan have meant eyes that were unusual, rather than a Martial Soul called Spirit Eye?

Dai Hao had double pupils too, but he wasn't a boy.

Could the Spirit Eye boy be Dai Huabin right in front of him?

The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the more certain he became. With lightning speed, he spoke up:

"Dai Huabin, would you be willing to become my disciple?"