Yu Xiaogang: Dai Huabin, are you willing to become my disciple?

Nether Douluo only knew that a Body Martial Soul was a special type of martial soul independent of beast martial souls and tool martial souls.

It took the user's own body parts or organs as its form, and its strength was classified according to the importance of that body part.

And the Eye martial soul was, without a doubt, a top-tier Body Martial Soul with immense potential.

Although this child's talent was pitifully poor, with an Innate Soul Power of only level one, it was generally not a major issue.

Nether Douluo hailed from the Holy Spirit Cult, and his thoughts were simple...

As long as this child could be brought to the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.

Then, he would have the Supreme Sect Leader grant him a favor, considering his status as an elder who had rendered meritorious service to the Holy Cult, and have the child slightly modified...

In that case, it was not impossible for him to become a talent...

Seeing that Dai Yuhao still seemed hesitant, Nether Douluo added, "What? A Title Douluo personally taking you as a disciple is an opportunity many would beg for. Are you still unwilling?"

However, Dai Yuhao was not hesitating; he was simply stunned.

His martial soul was actually not a White Tiger! His Innate Soul Power was also not high—in fact, it could be said to be very low, only level one!

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

That disciple of the Duke, seven years his senior—Dai Yueheng—had possessed an Innate Soul Power as high as level nine when his martial soul awakened.

He had already entered Shrek Academy for advanced studies.

He did not know much about Shrek Academy, only hearing from others that it was the number one academy on the continent, and rumor had it that the Sea God Tang San had emerged from there...

"My talent as a soul master is actually this poor. I have truly failed Mother's expectations..."

As he spoke, Dai Yuhao's voice gradually choked up, as if he might burst into tears at any second.

Seeing that Dai Yuhao was not refusing, Nether Douluo patiently comforted him: "Innate Soul Power does not determine everything. In our Holy Spirit Sect, the martial soul itself is the foundation."

"As far as I know, in the history of the continent, there have been many instances of people with low Innate Soul Power becoming powerhouses."

"Really?" Dai Yuhao asked, looking up.

Nether Douluo watched his eyes gradually brighten and felt secretly smug. In the end, he was just a child; a few words were enough to coax him.

Of course, he was not speaking without basis.

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

The vast majority were mediocre or below, yet which of them was not an existence that made others tremble?

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

"As long as you..."

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

The life force within his body was rapidly depleting, and his body grew increasingly weak; he could not even manage to stand.

"What is happening!"

Had the Supreme Sect Leader not said that after triggering that power, he would have at least one more year to live?

But at the current rate of life force loss, he feared he would not even survive the night...

Damn it!

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

No one noticed that just a moment ago, a golden flame, so faint it was invisible to the naked eye, had burrowed into his body...

Thinking of this, Nether Douluo's voice suddenly became very stern: "Kid, from now on... you are the disciple of this seat, Nether Douluo..."

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

"Find the Xishui Alliance, state your teacher's title, and look for a person named Nangong Wan... he will take you to the Holy Spirit Cult..."

Before he could finish, Nether Douluo forced himself to stand, removed the storage soul tool ring from his finger, and handed it to Dai Yuhao.

"The resources inside should be enough for your cultivation until level thirty."

"Now, you shall bury this teacher..." As soon as he finished speaking, Nether Douluo collapsed to the ground, his breathing gradually ceased, and the light in his eyes faded completely.

Dai Yuhao: "???"

Namu Amaterasu...

Unable to care about being forcibly taken as a disciple, Dai Yuhao's face was filled with disbelief.

He stared at the Nether Douluo who had died right in front of him and reached out to check his breath once more.

Dai Yuhao finally reached a conclusion: this so-called Nether Douluo had died again.

He had truly seen it all today; he never imagined a person could die, come back to life, and then die again.

After thinking it over, Dai Yuhao put on the soul tool ring and decided to honor the last wish of this "cheap teacher" and bury him.

At the main gate of the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

"Your Excellency San Pao, this humble abode is my home."

After testing him along the way, Dai Hao had gained a complete understanding of Yu Xiaogang's personality.

Arrogant and obsessed with saving face.

Along the journey, he had even gone on a wild rant critiquing the original Shrek Seven Devils.

For instance:

"Sea God Tang San is nothing but a petty man; his respect for teachers and principles is all an act."

"God of Phoenix Ma Hongjun is incredibly lecherous; he feels physically ill if he doesn't find a woman for a single day."

"God of Food Oscar is just a pathetic sycophant, and the damn fool can't even lick a single hair of success..."

"God of Fire Feng Yan is the only truly great man; not only is he righteous and loyal as a god, but he loves to save all living beings from suffering—he is practically a living Buddha..."

And so on and so forth... the list was endless.

Although Dai Hao did not know what a "Buddha" was, he could surmise that if he weren't a descendant of the God of War, Yu Xiaogang would have spared him no face at all.

His ancestor Dai Mobai likely wouldn't have fared any better in his mouth...

Dai Hao had, of course, tried to refute him, but the moment Yu Xiaogang was questioned, he immediately entered a "red-hot" state.

He was one step away from revealing those nine white spirit rings and starting a fight...

This type of person was a classic case of someone who could only be stroked in the direction of their fur; one must never go against the grain.

Moreover, as long as he provided enough emotional validation, even if he couldn't make him a guest of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, he could at least establish a friendly relationship, which might prove useful in the future...

Yu Xiaogang gazed at the White Tiger Duke Mansion, which spanned over three thousand acres, his heart racing like a stampede of horses.

You call this a humble abode?

Then what does this Master's Fart God Temple, which is only a dozen square meters, count as?

A pigsty?!

He is truly a descendant of that ungrateful tiger Dai Mobai! Even his style of speaking is exactly the same!

If it weren't for the fact that I need you to find that youth with the Spirit Eye, I would have made you taste this Master's Gang-Dong Three Ultimates!

With this thought, Yu Xiaogang snorted and did not reply.

Seeing this, Dai Hao did not take offense, merely smiling as he stepped aside and gestured for him to enter.

"Your Excellency... please."

Only then did Yu Xiaogang set off into the White Tiger Duke Mansion, with Dai Hao following closely behind.

Durex, standing to the side, frowned in displeasure.

Something is wrong!

Something is eleven parts wrong!

What has gotten into the Duke today?

He is just an ordinary Titled Douluo; does he really need the dignified Duke of Star Luo to show such deference?

The White Tiger Duke Mansion was even larger than Yu Xiaogang had imagined; it took him quite some time just to walk from the main gate to the central hall.

Just then.

A noblewoman with fair skin and a dignified, majestic aura walked toward them.

Beside the noblewoman was a young boy.

The boy had long golden hair parted down the middle, and his blue eyes possessed double pupils; his temperament was also quite cold.

Dai Hao hurriedly introduced them: "Your Excellency, this is my lowly wife, and the child is my youngest son, named Dai Huabin."

The noblewoman had been somewhat puzzled as to why Dai Hao was bringing an outsider into the Duke Mansion.

But upon hearing the title "Your Excellency," she immediately realized the situation.

"Your Excellency" was the standard honorific for a Titled Douluo; clearly, this flat-topped man in the black scholar's robe was a Titled Douluo...

Thinking of this, she hurriedly flattered him: "This humble one greets Your Excellency."

Yu Xiaogang ignored her, turning his gaze instead toward Dai Huabin.

The youth with the Spirit Eye?

A youth with double pupils?

Could there be some connection between the two?

Furthermore, throughout the journey, Yu Xiaogang had asked Dai Hao more than once if there was a youth in the White Tiger Duke Mansion whose martial soul was the Spirit Eye.

But Dai Hao had said no, which was food for thought.

Could it be that the Spirit Eye Feng Yan spoke of did not refer to a martial soul, but rather to eyes that were different from ordinary people?

Dai Hao also had double pupils, but he was not a youth.

Could this youth with the Spirit Eye be none other than the Dai Huabin before him!

Thinking of this, the more Yu Xiaogang pondered, the more he felt he was right, and with lightning speed, he spoke:

"Dai Huabin, are you willing to become my disciple?"