Tang San Takes a Master

After Director Su left, only Tang San and the Grandmaster remained at the academy gate.

As for the gatekeeper from earlier, he had slunk away with his tail between his legs, hiding somewhere unknown. No one paid any attention to him.

The Grandmaster glanced at Tang San, who was lying on the ground nearby, sympathy in his eyes.

This world was just that cruel. Without strength or background, one was nothing at all!

Even he, the Grandmaster, had suffered such naked humiliation today. How much worse was it for this child before him?

Although Nuoding Academy was merely an ordinary junior academy, its resistance and exclusion toward commoner students were extremely obvious. The treatment of commoner children and noble children within the academy was worlds apart. The Grandmaster had long since seen through these truths.

"Child, let me see your Martial Soul certificate," the Grandmaster said hurriedly as he looked at Tang San, suddenly recalling what Tang San had said earlier.

This child claimed to possess Innate Full Soul Power. Was it true?

What if...

Although this child was dressed in rags, like a beggar, if he truly possessed Innate Full Soul Power, then perhaps...

At this thought, an ugly smile appeared once more on the Grandmaster's weathered, dejected face. He looked at Tang San expectantly.

Tang San nodded. He suddenly felt that he and the man before him shared a similar plight. Without thinking much of it, he directly handed over the certificate with both hands.

Taking the certificate, the Grandmaster scanned it a few times. Soon, his gaze returned to Tang San, sharp enough to seem as though it could see through everything.

"Heh, this certificate is genuine. Good child, what is your name?" The Grandmaster suddenly became excited and smiled faintly.

Earlier, the Grandmaster had not paid any attention to Tang San. After all, Tang San's appearance was truly unbearable to look at. Even in his eyes, Tang San was no different from a beggar.

He did not even remember Tang San's name now.

"Teacher, my name is Tang San," Tang San answered truthfully.

The certificate issued to him by Spirit Hall did not note Tang San's name. It contained nothing more than a simple portrait.

After all, a genius with Innate Full Soul Power was far too conspicuous. If his name were revealed, it might bring about a fatal disaster.

Spirit Hall's protective measures in this regard were clearly excellent.

"Heh, Tang San, you truly are a good child. From now on, follow me. You can first go to my residence and tend to your injuries," the Grandmaster said with a smile, his gaze softening.

Tang San also had some injuries. Though they were not serious, if left unattended, they could still harm his future Soul Power cultivation.

At this moment, the Grandmaster had already subconsciously regarded Tang San as his disciple.

Although the child before him was not as outstanding as Cao Yan, he was still a rare and promising talent. With careful instruction, his future would surely be limitless.

As he spoke, the Grandmaster took Tang San's hand and smiled. "Let's go inside."

The Grandmaster's hand was damp and somewhat sticky to the touch. However, Tang San remained rooted in place and did not follow the Grandmaster's lead.

"Grandmaster, are you taking me as your disciple?" Recalling how Director Su had addressed him earlier, Tang San asked.

"Heh, you truly are a clever child. So, are you willing?" the Grandmaster asked in return.

Tang San froze and did not answer.

He still remembered what Director Su had said to the Grandmaster earlier. If the Grandmaster before him really was just useless trash, would that not mean he had been fooled?

I need to consider this carefully.

"Heh, I have to admit, you are even smarter than I imagined." The Grandmaster looked at Tang San approvingly. Rather than becoming angry, he revealed a faint smile.

"Do you want to know why I intend to take you as my disciple?"

Tang San shook his head, his face blank with confusion.

"Because you are the third genius with Twin Martial Souls I have seen so far. You are exceptionally gifted and so clever. It seems I must be persistent for once as well."

Hearing the Grandmaster's words, Tang San was suddenly shocked. His pupils contracted uncontrollably, and a trace of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Tang San had recovered some of his strength. The Mysterious Heaven Skill silently circulated within him, and the sleeve arrow on his right hand was ready, prepared to shoot at the Grandmaster's throat at any moment.

Earlier, he had not hesitated to attack Cao Yan simply because he could not stand the other's actions.

After all, in his view, even useless trash like the Grandmaster should possess dignity of his own and should not be trampled upon at will.

But now, the Grandmaster had exposed the most important secret in his heart with a single sentence. If the Grandmaster could not provide a reasonable explanation, Tang San would not hesitate to make him shut up forever.

"Heh, don't be nervous. Are you wondering why I can tell that you possess Twin Martial Souls?" the Grandmaster said with a smile.

"I don't know," Tang San replied flatly. The safety on his sleeve arrow had already been released.

The Grandmaster shook the certificate in his hand and chuckled. "It is because of this certificate. Perhaps others cannot see the flaw within it, but if even I could not see it, what right would I have to be called the Grandmaster?"

"I have investigated nearly three thousand Soul Masters. Only around a hundred among them possessed Soul Power, and among those, very few had Innate Full Soul Power. Most Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters could not possibly possess Soul Power at all, so why are you the exception?"

"According to the theories I have studied, the probability of a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master possessing Soul Power is already extremely low. Yet you possess Innate Full Soul Power. What does that mean? Let me put it this way: I can conclude that there must be another Martial Soul within your body. As for whether that Martial Soul is powerful, I do not know."

"You need not rush to deny it. Since I can tell you all this, I naturally have evidence. My theoretical basis is the Martial Soul knowledge I have studied over so many years. There can be no exception."

"Among the mutated Martial Souls I have investigated, there have not been many cases across the two great empires over the past century. As for Innate Full Soul Power, only two cases have ever appeared. Therefore, I can be certain that there is absolutely another Martial Soul within your body."

"Of course, you may choose not to admit it. But if you do, you may lose an excellent teacher because of it. What do you say?"

The Grandmaster had finished speaking, but Tang San was stunned.

Although he did not fully understand, at the very least, it seemed that the man before him was not as useless as that person had claimed.

Decide at once!

With a thud, Tang San dropped to both knees and directly kowtowed three times. His attitude was devout, his eyes full of respect.

In his previous life, such etiquette was reserved only for parents and elders. Yet now, Tang San knelt before the Grandmaster without the slightest hesitation.

To Tang San, kowtowing to acknowledge a master was an indispensable rite.

At this moment, the Grandmaster had become someone worthy of his respect.

Tang San also felt somewhat fortunate. If he had truly used his sleeve arrow just now, he might have lost the best teacher he could ever find.

"Grandmaster, a teacher for a day is a father for life. Please accept me," Tang San said excitedly, his forehead slightly reddened.

"Heh, of course." The Grandmaster smiled, very satisfied with Tang San's performance.

Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, this child before me will become a genius known throughout Douluo Continent.

When that time comes, who would dare laugh at me?

You all refuse to believe in my Martial Soul theories? Fine. I will show you how outstanding the disciple I, Yu Xiaogang, have raised will become.

Bibi Dong, do you not look down on me? Do you not despise me as useless trash? When my Xiao San becomes a great powerhouse one day, I will make you regret what you did. Even if Spirit Hall stands behind you, I will destroy it. The Grandmaster sneered inwardly, revenge blazing in his eyes.

Between heaven and hell, I have no right to choose. I can only be chosen by fate.

In your eyes, I, Yu Xiaogang, may be nothing but worthless trash. But from now on, I will make you all shut your mouths for good.

I, Yu Xiaogang, will use my own methods to reclaim everything that once belonged to me!

A terrifying, sinister glint flashed in the Grandmaster's eyes. At this moment, he seemed like an entirely different person, emanating a dreadful aura.

"Xiao San, I'll take you to my office. I'll take care of your enrollment."

"Once your injuries recover, I'll accompany you to obtain your first Soul Ring. All right?" The Grandmaster took Tang San's hand again, his dark eyes having regained their calm.

"Mm, thank you, Teacher." Tang San nodded obediently, becoming increasingly convinced that taking the man before him as his teacher had been the right decision.

For now, he truly needed to heal his injuries first. In the future, once he had the chance, he would kill Cao Yan.

Cao Yan was far stronger than he had imagined. At the very least, given his current strength, even if he landed a punch on Cao Yan, it would have been impossible to inflict such injuries. Moreover, he cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and his physical constitution already far surpassed that of his peers.

Thinking of this, Tang San felt unprecedented pressure.

His opponent's strength had far exceeded his imagination, but because of that, Tang San's obsession became even more resolute.

The matter of kneeling before Cao Yan had become a knot in Tang San's heart. He could not let go of that humiliation. Only by personally killing Cao Yan could he completely wash away this disgrace.

Along the way, the Grandmaster taught Tang San much more theoretical knowledge. He was quite satisfied to have accepted a disciple like Tang San.

At the very least, Tang San's arrival had given him hope!