Tang San VS Lin Yuan! True Prodigies!

"That's enough for today."

Seeing that they had truly exhausted every last drop of their soul power, Lin Yuan stopped pushing them.

"Go back and seize the time to meditate and cultivate. The practical combat just now will be beneficial for consolidating your foundations."

"Many thanks for your guidance, Big Brother!" the three replied in unison.

After giving his instructions, Lin Yuan turned and walked out of the Martial Arts Arena, heading straight back to his room.

As soon as he sat down at his desk, his gaze fell upon the thick stack of letters at the corner of the table.

A golden silhouette could not help but surface in his heart.

Over these past few years, Qian Renxue had been entrusted by Martial Soul Hall with a core, top-secret mission: to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire and assume the identity of the Heaven Dou Empire's crown prince.

Although the two had parted with great reluctance back then, their contact had never been severed.

Every month, a special secret letter from Heaven Dou City would be delivered into Lin Yuan's hands.

He reached out and picked up the letter on top, which had just arrived and had not yet been opened.

The envelope carried a faint, delicate fragrance—the unique scent of Qian Renxue.

Lin Yuan's lips curled upward, and he couldn't wait to unfold the letter.

The handwriting on the page was elegant yet spirited, and it made no mention of heavy matters of state or country.

The entire letter recounted recent anecdotes from Heaven Dou City and described the taste of a newly opened pastry shop.

Between the lines, there was a sense of playfulness and longing that she only ever revealed when facing Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan read it word for word, his eyes filled with warmth.

He then picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and enthusiastically began to write his reply.

He recorded his recent progress in cultivation and the amusing stories of how he had disciplined the Golden Generation over the past few days, one by one.

At the same time.

In Nuoding City, thousands of miles away from Martial Soul City.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back in the square of the Junior Soul Master Academy.

His short hair had already begun to gray, and his face appeared extremely stiff and rigid.

However, at this moment, his usually lifeless face wore a rare expression of extreme smugness and arrogance.

In these past few years, his luck had finally turned, and he had taken in an absolutely perfect disciple in Nuoding City.

Tang San!

A peerless genius who possessed Innate Full Soul Power and carried Twin Martial Souls!

Taking advantage of the time when the child was still green and knew nothing, Yu Xiaogang had used his so-called theories to hoodwink him, successfully taking him on as his direct disciple.

And Tang San had truly not disappointed his expectations.

His cultivation speed was simply astonishingly fast.

Now, at just twelve years old, he had already successfully broken through to level thirty, becoming a genuine Soul Elder!

Such an achievement allowed Yu Xiaogang to hold his head high.

For the past few days, he had been boasting all over Nuoding City.

He told everyone he met that his disciple, Tang San, would surely become the youngest Soul Ancestor and Soul King on the Douluo Continent in the future!

"What Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation?"

"In front of my disciple Tang San, they are all nothing but worthless rabble!"

Yu Xiaogang held forth grandiosely in front of the academy teachers, his words filled with insufferable arrogance.

Whenever Martial Soul Hall was mentioned, one of his arms would ache faintly.

Yu Xiaogang subconsciously touched the arm that had been broken years ago, his eyes instantly turning venomous.

He had never forgotten the humiliation he suffered on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

That little beast named Lin Yuan had broken his arm in front of so many people and had mercilessly torn his life's pride—the Ten Core Martial Soul Theories—to shreds, calling them worthless.

This was a debt that he, Yu Xiaogang, would settle sooner or later!

But for now, he had more important things to do.

In order for Tang San to successfully cultivate his second martial soul in the future and thus prove his supreme Ten Core Martial Soul Theories to the entire world, he had to obtain the method for cultivating Twin Martial Souls.

And looking across the entire continent, the only person who had successfully overcome the backlash of Twin Martial Souls was the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong!

"San, pack your things."

Yu Xiaogang turned around and looked at the plain-looking boy in blue behind him.

"Teacher is going to take you to Martial Soul City."

Tang San nodded respectfully.

"Teacher, I heard that His Holiness the Pope has adopted a foster son with extremely high talent?"

Tang San could not help but ask.

Recently, there have been many rumors on the continent regarding that mysterious foster son.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang sneered, his face full of disdain.

"What kind of bullshit genius is that?"

"Bibi Dong is just a woman; what could she possibly understand about true theoretical instruction? She is fundamentally incapable of teaching a true genius!"

"No matter how high that brat's talent is, without the guidance of correct theory, he will eventually be reduced to nothing more than a mediocre person."

Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder, his tone resolute and decisive.

"Even if that brat is older than you, with your aptitude and the cultivation path I have tailored for you, his level may not necessarily surpass yours!"

"The title of the world's number one genius can only belong to you."

After hearing this, a flash of pride crossed Tang San's eyes, and he nodded heavily.

The master and disciple packed their bags simply.

They then hired a carriage and, kicking up dust along the way, sped directly toward Martial Soul City.

The carriage wheels ground against the uneven dirt road, emitting a dull, creaking sound.

The space inside the carriage was not particularly spacious, swaying from time to time as the carriage moved.

Tang San sat upright on a wooden board covered with a thin cushion, his hands placed neatly on his knees.

He glanced through the curtain, which fluttered in the wind, at the withered yellow scenery rapidly receding outside, then withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting opposite him.

After hesitating for a long time, Tang San could not suppress the worry in his heart.

"Teacher."

Tang San spoke cautiously, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

"The cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls is absolutely the most core secret of Martial Soul Hall."

"Even if that senior Bibi Dong truly knows the way to resolve the backlash, would she... would she really be willing to just casually tell us such a method that concerns the foundation of her sect?"

In Tang San's inherent understanding from his two lifetimes, whether it was the Tang Sect of his previous life or the various major clans of today, the level of protection for their core secret manuals was outrageous.

Trying to get a secret of this level from Martial Soul Hall for nothing was simply harder than ascending to heaven.

Yu Xiaogang had been resting with his eyes closed, but upon hearing his disciple's question, he opened his eyes with great satisfaction.

He reached out to straighten his slightly worn but spotlessly clean collar, and an expression of extreme self-confidence appeared on his stiff, rigid face.

Even his spine straightened involuntarily.

"Xiao San, you underestimate your teacher too much."

"You simply don't understand what kind of status and influence your teacher had back in Martial Soul City."

The corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth curled high, his eyes revealing an extreme arrogance immersed in past glory.

"The rules of Martial Soul Hall are indeed strict, but that is because the current Pope is Qian Xunji."

"But Bibi Dong is the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, second only to one and above ten thousand; she possesses immense authority within Martial Soul Hall."

PS: Due to the butterfly effect caused by the protagonist, Qian Xunji did not die. It was mentioned earlier that Qian Xunji was severely injured by the Clear Sky Hammer and is currently recuperating, with Bibi Dong acting as the temporary head of Martial Soul Hall. Wishing everyone good health, please keep following the story.