Two Perfect Test Subjects!

The first one.

Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power.

Six years old.

The second one.

Huang Fei, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power.

Six years old.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept over these lines repeatedly, his fingers trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

His heart was beating rapidly.

It was not disappointment, nor was it regret, but excitement.

An irrepressible, near-fanatical excitement.

Dean Wang assumed he would be like everyone else, shaking his head and sighing at the sight of the words "Blue Silver Grass," feeling it was a pity for such good talent to go to waste.

But Yu Xiaogang was not like others.

Yu Xiaogang had spent half his life researching Martial Soul theory; he understood a fundamental fact better than anyone else.

A trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass could absolutely never support a host in manifesting Innate Full Soul Power.

This was a basic principle of Martial Soul studies.

The quality of a Martial Soul determines the upper limit of one's Soul Power.

Blue Silver Grass is the most common and weakest Martial Soul on the entire continent. The limit of Soul Power it can sustain is extremely low; let alone Innate Full Soul Power, even a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master capable of reaching the Soul Master rank is a rare existence on the continent.

Therefore, there was only one explanation for the two certificates before him.

The Martial Souls of these two children were not Blue Silver Grass.

Or rather, they were not just Blue Silver Grass.

Yu Xiaogang's mind raced, countless clues weaving together before his eyes.

Innate Full Soul Power.

Blue Silver Grass.

Trash Martial Soul.

These three terms placed together were inherently contradictory.

The only possibility was this.

Both of these children possessed Twin Martial Souls.

Hidden within their bodies was another Martial Soul, one of extremely high quality, a powerful Martial Soul capable of supporting Innate Full Soul Power.

And the Blue Silver Grass was merely the appearance that manifested first during their awakening, the "outer garment" of that powerful Martial Soul, or perhaps a disguise revealed after being suppressed.

Twin Martial Souls.

Just one is a one-in-a-million genius.

Two?

In the same year?

In the same village?

The corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth curled up involuntarily.

Seeing him staring blankly at the documents, Dean Wang assumed he was disappointed and comforted him: "Old Yu, don't take it too hard. Although Blue Silver Grass is a trash Martial Soul, the foundation of Innate Full Soul Power is there. If trained well, they can at least become Soul Masters in the future. For an elementary academy like ours, producing two Soul Masters is already a huge honor."

Yu Xiaogang snapped out of his deep thought and glanced at Dean Wang, the smile on his lips deepening.

Dean Wang did not notice, and he had no intention of explaining.

Twin Martial Souls.

This term was too heavy, and too precious.

In the archives of Martial Soul Hall, the number of Twin Martial Souls that had appeared throughout history could be counted on one's fingers, but very few had survived.

To him, these two would be perfect experimental subjects.

Excellent tools to help him turn his life around!

Yu Xiaogang made up his mind, yet his expression remained calm. He placed the two documents back on the table and said in a flat tone: "It is indeed a twist of fate; Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with Innate Full Soul Power is truly unheard of."

Dean Wang nodded, not thinking much of it.

Yu Xiaogang stood up, picked up his notebook, and gave a slight nod to Dean Wang.

"I'll head back now. I'll go see these two children tomorrow."

"Fine, do as you please." Dean Wang waved his hand and continued processing the files on his desk.

Yu Xiaogang walked out of the office and stood in the corridor for a moment.

The sunset had completely dipped below the horizon, leaving only a streak of dark red afterglow in the sky.

The corridor was dimly lit, his face obscured by shadows, making his expression impossible to discern.

But in his eyes, two flames were burning bright.

Twin Martial Souls.

Two of them.

And both were Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power.

What did this mean?

It meant that the Ten Martial Soul Competition Theories he had spent years researching finally had the most perfect experimental subjects.

According to his theory, a competitive relationship existed between martial souls.

When a host possessed two martial souls, the stronger one would suppress the weaker one, causing the weaker martial soul to manifest the characteristics of a trash martial soul.

Furthermore, the competition between two martial souls would affect the host's soul power growth rate, the upper limit of soul ring absorption, and the ultimate evolutionary direction of the martial souls.

He had studied these theories for over a decade, scouring countless classified archives of the Martial Soul Hall and filling over a dozen notebooks, yet he had never had a living experimental subject to verify them.

Now, two had appeared at once.

Two.

Yu Xiaogang pulled a small notebook from his robes, flipped to a blank page, and wrote down two names.

Tang San.

Huang Fei.

Six years old.

Six years old.

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass (surface), unknown (hidden).

Innate Full Soul Power level ten.

He drew a line under each name, closed the notebook, and tucked it back into his robes.

The voice of the duty teacher echoed from the end of the corridor, reminding the students it was time to return to their dormitories.

Yu Xiaogang pulled back his thoughts and turned to walk toward his own quarters.

After a few steps, he stopped and looked back in the direction of the dormitory area.

Those two children were staying in Dormitory Seven now, weren't they?

No rush.

He would go see them tomorrow.

He needed to think carefully tonight about how to approach these two children tomorrow, what to say, and what to do.

Children with Twin Martial Souls were bound to be more perceptive than ordinary children.

He could not be too hasty, could not show any flaws, and could not let these two children make any connection to his "Twin Martial Souls" research.

At least, not yet.

He had to gain their trust first, let them see him as a mentor and friend, and then slowly, bit by bit, guide them into his theoretical framework.

He would make them, without them even realizing it, the test subjects to verify his theories.

Thinking of this, a flicker of light that was difficult to detect flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

For ten years, he had lived under others' roofs, been mocked, and been looked down upon.

Everyone called him the Fart Master, said his theories were complete nonsense, and called him a disgrace to the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Clan.

But he did not care.

Because he knew his theories were correct. It was just that the world was too foolish to understand them.

Now, the heavens had given him two of the best proofs.

As long as he "cultivated" these two children well and let the world see the achievements they attained under his theoretical guidance, then all the mockery and all the doubt would be shattered.

And he, Yu Xiaogang, would transform from a piece of trash mocked by the world into a legend in the field of martial soul theory.

When that time came, the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Clan would regret their actions, the Martial Soul Hall would be shocked, and the entire continent would know his name.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and quickened his pace.

His footsteps echoed through the corridor, one after another, steady and powerful.

Meanwhile, on the large communal bed in Dormitory Seven, Huang Fei was fast asleep under his quilt.

He did not know that at the door of that office in the administration building, a middle-aged man in black clothes had already written his name in a notebook, preparing to treat him as an "experimental subject."

Even if he did know, he would only roll over and mutter a single sentence.

"Experimental subject, fine. I'm not cultivating anyway, so it's not like I'm the one who's going to die."

Then, he would continue to sleep.