Feel the Iron Fist of Love

The Grandmaster, who had already been in despair, looked over with a face full of pleasant surprise upon hearing the words of his dream disciple, "Tang San!"

"Grandmaster!"

The two gazed at each other affectionately, their eyes overflowing with the deep bond between master and disciple; at this moment, there was nothing left in their eyes but each other.

Ye Tian felt his fist itching. Just as he intended to give Tang San—whose brain was clearly not working—and this shameless Grandmaster a beating, a pressure as heavy as an abyss suddenly shrouded him from the shadows.

The hostility in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a look of annoyance.

That piece of trash Tang Hao had actually been tailing them the whole time.

Ye Tian had been warned by him when he tried to enter the Soul Master Academy; it seemed Tang Hao had already discovered that tender little white rabbit.

He would have to wait for another time.

Ye Tian left, feeling extremely disgruntled.

Back in his hotel room, Ye Tian immediately searched the store and soon found a soul ring suitable for himself.

A ten-thousand-year-old Lone Bamboo, whose characteristic was sharpness; every one of its leaves could pierce the defenses of soul beasts of the same rank, making it perfect for his Overlord Spear martial soul.

"Purchase ten-thousand-year Lone Bamboo soul ring!"

"2000 Fate Points deducted, soul ring issued."

Ye Tian crushed the soul ring in his hand, and a black soul ring emerged. He immediately circulated his soul power to draw the ring into his body. The moment the soul ring entered, his spirit was assaulted by the mental attack the soul beast had unleashed before its death.

Veins bulged on Ye Tian's forehead as he gripped the bed frame tightly, enduring the final death throes of the Lone Bamboo.

After half an hour, he finally withstood the soul shock of the ten-thousand-year soul beast, and the soul ring, which had been resisting, slid smoothly into his body.

The stagnant soul power within Ye Tian began to grow visibly.

In front of the Junior Soul Master Academy, the old village chief instructed Tang San to study hard. Knowing the situation at Tang San's home, he took out a few Gold Soul Coins and handed them to Tang San.

After seeing the old village chief off, the Grandmaster draped an arm around his obedient disciple's shoulder and led him to his residence.

"Tang San, I have observed thousands of children who awakened Blue Silver Grass. A trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass cannot meet the requirements for Innate Full Soul Power. You must have a second martial soul, don't you?"

Tang San looked at the Grandmaster in shock, never expecting the Grandmaster to guess his secret.

Seeing the shock in Tang San's eyes, the Grandmaster regained the demeanor of the continent's number one theorist, sat down leisurely, and began to preach his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls.

Tang San, who had never read books and knew nothing about soul beast knowledge, was stunned by the Grandmaster's theories and couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had firmly chosen the Grandmaster.

With such a teacher, he would surely be able to carry the Tang Sect to glory in this world!

The Grandmaster keenly sensed the shift in Tang San's emotions toward him and nodded inwardly with satisfaction.

In order for his teacher to better formulate a cultivation path for him, Tang San took the initiative and said, "Teacher, you are right. I do indeed have a second martial soul."

As he spoke, Tang San summoned the martial soul from his other hand.

The Grandmaster glanced at it, his expression becoming extremely agitated. He gripped Tang San's arm, his tone fervent, and a flush of color appearing on his face.

"Clear Sky Hammer!"

"It's actually the Clear Sky Hammer!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted in his heart. Within a few breaths, he had already linked Tang San to the Clear Sky Douluo who had disappeared many years ago, and his gaze toward Tang San grew increasingly affectionate.

"Tang San, remember, before you reach the Title Douluo rank, you must not add any soul rings to this hammer!"

"Understood, Teacher!"

"My father said the same thing. Teacher, what is the reason for this?"

The Grandmaster smiled slightly; this was his area of expertise. He spoke eloquently, detailing the mysteries of Twin Martial Souls, and Tang San's eyes grew increasingly reverent.

"Tang San, since you are already at level ten, we shall set off tomorrow. I will personally take you to obtain your first soul ring!"

"Many thanks, Teacher!"

In the hotel, Ye Tian, who had been concentrating on absorbing the soul ring, opened his eyes at this moment. Two beams of white light shot out from his eyes in the dark night, and his soul power was much denser than before the breakthrough.

Having successfully absorbed the ten-thousand-year soul ring, Ye Tian couldn't wait to check his status. His soul power had surged to level forty-five in one go, and the soul skill brought to him by the ten-thousand-year soul ring was called Sky-Splitting Thousand Shadow Kill.

It could manifest hundreds of spear shadows, covering all enemies within a hundred-meter radius in front of him; it was a very good area-of-effect skill. Moreover, combined with his first three soul skills, killing a Soul Ancestor in one hit was not a problem at all.

Now that his strength had greatly increased, why not take this opportunity to sneak over and beat that flat-top up?

He trusted that the "Grand-master" would certainly never guess it was him who did it.

Furthermore, Ye Tian was doing this to train the Grandmaster's combat ability; otherwise, if he were nearly finished off by a Mandala Snake when they went to the Soul Beast Forest, it would be a laughingstock.

Action followed thought.

Ye Tian changed his clothes, put on a mask, and quietly slipped out through the window. Taking advantage of the night, he soon sneaked into the Soul Master Academy.

He quickly found the Grandmaster's room, where faint singing could be heard from within. It seemed the Grandmaster was in a very good mood after hoodwinking a genius disciple.

Ye Tian picked up a pebble from the ground and instantly extinguished the candle in the room.

The moment darkness descended, the Grandmaster had just let out a shout when he sensed a gust of wind attacking him. The Grandmaster hurriedly lunged to the side.

The next second, a whip kick was already waiting there, slamming into the Grandmaster's stomach. The sudden, intense pain caused the Grandmaster to lose consciousness, and he collapsed to the ground, lacking even the strength to crawl back up.

Ye Tian looked at the Grandmaster on the floor with disdain; he hadn't even summoned his soul ring, just used some ordinary punches and kicks.

I haven't even used any real strength, and you've already collapsed?

To think a Grandmaster could be this weak; I have no idea how blind our Pope and that Liu Erlong must be to have taken a fancy to him.

Of course, disdain is one thing, but it doesn't stop Yun Shu from training the Grandmaster's combat abilities.

Before landing his kicks, Yun Shu thoughtfully dislocated the Grandmaster's jaw to ensure he wouldn't keep everyone awake with his noise in the middle of the night. The room echoed with the constant, dull thuds of punches landing.

I don't know how much time passed before the Grandmaster finally had the strength to crawl up from the floor. He lit a candle and stared at the bruised, swollen face in the mirror, barely recognizing himself.

That scoundrel had beaten him until his face was uniformly swollen; the Grandmaster winced in agony, every movement sending jolts of pain through his body, yet he was in no danger of dying.

Ye Tian: Grandmaster, we'll take our time playing later. It wouldn't be any fun if I finished you off all at once.

Early the next morning, Tang San arrived at the Grandmaster's room, but after knocking for a long time, he received no response. It wasn't until the passing Dean saw him that he was informed.

The Grandmaster had been ambushed by a thief last night and severely injured; he had been sent away for treatment and wouldn't be back for at least a week.

Tang San, who had arrived full of excitement, left in disappointment.

Ye Tian had spent a few days honing his skills in the Soul Beast Forest, regaining control over his surging power. Returning to his room that night, the familiar sensation of drifting into a dream washed over him. He did not resist, choosing instead to close his eyes.