Martial Soul Suppression, Slapping Tang San's Face

Spirit Hall

When Yu Xiaogang saw Lin Mo, his brows immediately furrowed, undisguised contempt and disdain flashing through his eyes.

In his eyes, Lin Mo was nothing more than a rebellious, arrogant castoff who had ruined his own future.

Having left the academy, he was destined to remain mediocre for the rest of his life, incapable of achieving anything great.

The Nuoding Academy students behind him recognized Lin Mo at a glance and immediately burst into laughter.

"Well, well, isn't this Lin Mo, the one the academy threw out? You still had the nerve to come to Spirit Hall?"

"I thought you'd died in the Soul Beast Forest long ago. Without Master's guidance, you're just some worthless nobody from the wild!"

"A piece of trash with Innate Soul Power Level Three wants to register as a Soul Master? Don't tell me you haven't even absorbed a Soul Ring and came here to scam Spirit Hall out of its subsidy!"

"Without a mentor's help, I bet you just got lucky and killed some ten-year soul beast, then absorbed its Soul Ring. Let's see that white ring of yours."

"A few casual pointers from Master would be better than a lifetime of your blind fumbling. Take a good look at what you are!"

They deliberately raised their voices, their words dripping with mockery, afraid the entire hall might not hear them.

The other mentors stood by coldly. Not only did they fail to stop them, they even nodded faintly, clearly agreeing with every word.

Yu Xiaogang's lips curled slightly as he sneered inwardly.

Seeing this, Deacon Su Ming looked at the group, then turned his gaze toward Lin Mo.

He had already formed a rough guess.

From beginning to end, Lin Mo kept his eyes lowered and said nothing, standing there in silence.

He offered no defense and revealed neither his martial soul nor his Soul Ring.

Seeing Lin Mo remain so silent and restrained, the crowd became even more emboldened, their ridicule growing harsher as they verbally attacked him.

The woman at the front desk responsible for handling Soul Master certificates wanted to explain, but seeing that Lin Mo himself had not spoken, she ultimately kept quiet.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang ignored Lin Mo, who stood in front of him, and instead stepped forward. With a proud expression, he addressed Deacon Su Ming in the hall.

"Deacon, I am Yu Xiaogang of Nuoding Academy. Today, I have brought my disciple Tang San to register as a Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming raised a brow as though he had not heard him.

Yu Xiaogang paused, then spoke with undisguised pride.

"My disciple possesses Innate Full Soul Power, a peerless genius seen only once in a century."

The moment those words fell, the entire hall erupted.

Even Deacon Su Ming, who had been standing nearby, was visibly moved, his eyes filled with shock.

Yu Xiaogang grew even more pleased with himself and ordered in a deep voice,

"Tang San, release your martial soul and Soul Ring. Let this deacon have a look."

Tang San raised his hand as instructed. Pale blue Blue Silver Grass unfurled from his palm, while a pure yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet.

Six years old, yet already a One-Ring Soul Master.

The fluctuations of his Soul Power were dense and full, far exceeding those of ordinary One-Ring Soul Masters at the same level.

"Innate Full Soul Power! It really is Innate Full Soul Power!"

Everyone from Spirit Hall was stunned.

Deacon Su Ming abruptly rose to his feet, his expression frozen.

Innate Full Soul Power, Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

He immediately recalled the case mentioned in Su Yuntao's report on awakening martial souls in the countryside.

Tang San. His name was Tang San!

The entire Spirit Hall lobby exploded over the words "Innate Full Soul Power."

All eyes gathered on Tang San, filled with fervor and awe.

He was a naturally gifted Soul Master prodigy with limitless potential!

Yu Xiaogang straightened his back, his expression smug. He turned toward the still-silent Lin Mo and publicly belittled him with a condescending tone.

His expression seemed to say, Do you see? This is what a true genius looks like!

Innate Full Soul Power, paired with the optimal Soul Ring configuration—what did you have to compete with him?!

"Some people only have Innate Soul Power Level Three. Their talent is mediocre, yet they remain arrogant and conceited."

"Even if they become Soul Masters by sheer luck, they will never compare to true prodigies. They will be worthless trash their entire lives."

The Nuoding Academy students beside him sneered and added insult to injury, every word aimed at Lin Mo.

"Innate Soul Power Level Three? How could he possibly be mentioned in the same breath as a genius with Innate Full Soul Power?"

"He isn't even worthy of carrying Tang San's shoes, yet he dared to come to Spirit Hall and make a fool of himself!"

Mockery and contempt flooded toward Lin Mo like a rising tide.

The young man who had remained silent and restrained all this time slowly raised his hand.

The next second, Soul Power erupted from Lin Mo's body without warning!

Violent violet-gold lightning surged from his palm as the Thunder Hell Vine spread wildly like an ancient thunder vine.

An incomparably condensed and heavy yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet!

He held nothing back and showed no mercy.

The absolute pressure of a top-tier martial soul instantly swept across the hall, locking directly onto Tang San's Blue Silver Grass!

In barely an instant, the Blue Silver Grass unfurled before Tang San seemed to encounter its natural predator. It instantly withered and curled up, trembling all over before going limp. It did not even have the right to raise its head, and under the martial soul's crushing pressure, it completely dispersed into fragments of blue light.

Tang San's face changed drastically. His pupils contracted violently as his body jolted, his face filled with shock.

He desperately circulated his Soul Power, trying to summon his martial soul again.

Yet beneath the pressure of Lin Mo's Thunder Hell Vine martial soul, the Blue Silver Grass had fallen utterly silent, incapable of the slightest resistance.

In an instant, the entire hall fell deathly quiet. A pin could have been heard dropping.

The smugness on Yu Xiaogang's face instantly froze. His expression turned livid, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Lin Mo's gaze was icy as it swept over Tang San's pale face before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang.

"Innate Full Soul Power is indeed rare."

"Unfortunately, Blue Silver Grass is still Blue Silver Grass. Before my martial soul, it does not even have the right to appear."

"The talent you take such pride in is utterly vulnerable before an absolute difference in martial soul grade."

"Cultivation speed may be fast, but the result is what matters. When the time comes and you are crushed by people your age, or even defeated by someone of a lower rank, that sight..."

"I hope you stay tied to your current teacher. Don't ever let him go out and harm anyone else." Lin Mo's cool voice rang out, every word piercing to the heart.

As his words fell, the lightning around Lin Mo receded and his Soul Ring vanished.

Deacon Su Ming also came to a realization.

Even with Innate Full Soul Power, Blue Silver Grass was still Blue Silver Grass.

This young man's martial soul, on the other hand, appeared to be a top-tier martial soul!

Yu Xiaogang's face turned dark purple with rage. He was on the verge of exploding.

Tang San's pupils narrowed as he was stunned by the other party's vicious words.

A cold gleam flickered in his eyes.

He slandered me and insulted my teacher.

This man has earned himself a death sentence!

Lin Mo's gaze swept over the students who had joined in mocking and ridiculing him.

No one dared meet his eyes. They all lowered their heads and shrank back.

Lin Mo gave a cold laugh, turned, and strode toward the doors of Spirit Hall with an upright, imposing figure.

"Wait." Deacon Su Ming called out to stop him.

Lin Mo halted and turned to look at the Spirit Hall deacon, who had left him with a decent impression.

"I will write you a letter of recommendation later. If you have the desire in the future, you may use it to enter one of the higher-level Soul Master Academies," Su Ming said.

The entire hall fell silent.

Seeing Lin Mo stop in tacit acceptance, Deacon Su Ming hurried toward the counter to ask his subordinates for writing paper.

Yu Xiaogang and the others looked increasingly grim and turned to leave at once.

Seeing this, Tang San immediately followed his teacher.

Before leaving, he did not forget to cast Lin Mo a deep look, cold killing intent hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Lin Mo suddenly turned back and met his gaze directly.

The move startled Tang San.

He hurriedly lowered his head to avoid Lin Mo's eyes and followed his teacher out of the hall.