Master!

The sky was just beginning to brighten when the door to Dormitory Seven was knocked upon.

Huang Fei, wrapped in his quilt and dreaming of gnawing on a fragrant roasted chicken, suddenly felt someone pushing him.

"Huang Fei, someone is looking for you."

It was the voice of Tang San.

Huang Fei groggily poked his head out from under the quilt, squinting as he glanced toward the doorway.

A middle-aged man dressed in black stood at the entrance, his hands behind his back, his expression blank, his eyes carrying an indescribable sense of scrutiny.

Yu Xiaogang.

Huang Fei's sleepiness dissipated by more than half in an instant.

He was here.

This guy had indeed come knocking after all.

But thinking about it, it made sense; Yu Xiaogang had been living off Notting Academy for free for several years, just waiting for a "perfect experimental subject."

Now that two people with Innate Full Soul Power and Blue Silver Grass had appeared at once, it would be a miracle if he could resist coming.

Huang Fei sat up from his bed, rubbed his eyes, let out a yawn, and slowly put on his shoes.

Tang San had already walked to the door and asked politely, "Who are you?"

"My name is Yu Xiaogang." The man in black's voice was neither high nor low, carrying a deliberate steadiness. "You may call me Master. Come out with me; I have something to say to you both."

Tang San looked back at Huang Fei, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Huang Fei had already finished putting on his shoes; he walked over and patted Tang San on the shoulder, his tone as casual as if he were saying, "Let's go, let's go get breakfast."

"Let's go, let's see what he wants."

Although Tang San was puzzled, seeing that Huang Fei was going, he didn't say anything more and followed him out of Dormitory Seven.

The two followed Yu Xiaogang along the small path through the dormitory area, bypassed the teaching building, and arrived at a secluded open space behind the academy.

Several old locust trees grew here, the ground covered in fallen leaves, and few people ever came by.

Morning light leaked through the gaps in the trees, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Yu Xiaogang walked to the center of the clearing, turned around, hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, his gaze sweeping over Tang San's face before landing on Huang Fei's.

He stood very straight, his spine as stiff as a javelin, radiating an aura that screamed, "I am very impressive."

"My name is Yu Xiaogang." He introduced himself again, this time with a tone even more solemn than before. "In the field of martial soul theoretical research, I am the best on the continent. People call me the Master of Theory; you may also call me Master."

After speaking, he paused.

This was his habitual opening line.

First, throw out a title shocking enough to make the other party assume he was a remarkable figure, then proceed with the subsequent conversation.

Whenever he had introduced himself this way in the past, the reactions of others were, without exception, shock, admiration, or even a sense of trepidation.

He waited to see the reactions of these two children.

Tang San's eyes widened slightly after hearing these words.

Master of Theory?

The best on the continent?

He didn't know much about the field of martial soul theory, but since the other party dared to claim he was the best on the continent, he must... surely be very capable, right?

Tang San was only six years old, after all, and had only been in this world for a few years. Although he had learned some knowledge about soul masters from the books his father gave him, his theoretical understanding of the entire continent was still limited.

In his perception, someone who dared to call himself "the best on the continent," even if there was some exaggeration, must at least have real skills.

Therefore, he revealed a look of surprise, and the gaze he directed at Yu Xiaogang held a bit more respect.

Yu Xiaogang noticed the change in Tang San's expression and was secretly satisfied.

Not bad, this child is worth cultivating.

He turned to Huang Fei, prepared to harvest the second dose of "shock."

Then, his smile froze on his face.

Huang Fei's expression was completely different from Tang San's.

He was leaning against an old locust tree nearby, his hands tucked into his sleeves, head tilted as he looked at Yu Xiaogang, the expression on his face as calm as a stagnant pool.

There was no shock, admiration, or curiosity in his eyes, only something indescribable.

That something, Yu Xiaogang had seen before.

He had seen it in the eyes of those big shots at Martial Soul Hall when they looked at him.

It was the look one gave when watching a clown.

Yu Xiaogang's brows furrowed involuntarily.

"You..." he couldn't help but speak, "do you have no reaction at all?"

Huang Fei blinked, looking innocent.

"Reaction?" He tilted his head, his tone sincere and puzzled, "This Master, do I need to have a reaction?"

He paused, then suddenly clapped his hands as if he had just realized something.

"Oh, I get it."

Then he clapped his hands together, widened his eyes, opened his mouth into an 'O' shape, and shouted in an exaggerated, over-the-top tone.

"Wow! You're so awesome! The best on the continent! I admire you so much!"

His expression was as theatrical as a stage play, yet there was not a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

"How was that? Master, is this the reaction you wanted? Do you need me to play along with your performance?"

Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.

"You--!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage that had surged to his throat.

He could not lose his temper.

He could not lower himself to the level of a six-year-old child.

He was here on serious business, not to bicker with a brat.

He closed his eyes, recited "for the grand plan" three times in his heart, and then opened them, his expression returning to calm.

But there was a distinct hint of gloom in those eyes.

Tang San stood to the side, and seeing this scene, he also began to catch on.

He had indeed been stunned for a moment by the title of "the best on the continent," but thinking about it carefully now, would a true "best on the continent" come to an elementary academy to strike up a conversation with two children?

Moreover, although Huang Fei's reaction was exaggerated, upon reflection, it didn't seem entirely unreasonable.

A stranger calls them out early in the morning, claims to be the best on the continent right off the bat, and doesn't even say why he's here—what kind of behavior is that?

Tang San stepped forward half a pace, his tone becoming polite yet distant.

"This Master, what exactly is the matter that you brought us here for? Just say it directly."

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Tang San, then looked at Huang Fei.

The attitudes of the two children were vastly different; one was polite and restrained, the other...

He decided not to think about Huang Fei's attitude, lest he lose control.

"Fine, I will be direct."

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat, clasped his hands behind his back again, and resumed his inscrutable posture.

"I have studied martial soul theory for many years, pored over countless classified files in Martial Soul Hall, and summarized a complete theoretical system, the core of which is the Ten Martial Soul Competition Theories."

He began to speak incessantly.

From the awakening mechanism of martial souls to the competitive relationships between them;

From the principles behind the creation of trash martial souls to the rare cases of Twin Martial Souls;

From the data he had researched on several historical possessors of Twin Martial Souls, To his specific research on "trash martial souls" like Blue Silver Grass...

He spoke with great dedication, his pace neither fast nor slow, and every theory was presented with sound reasoning and citations, sounding quite plausible.

As Tang San listened, his brows gradually furrowed.

He didn't understand all the theoretical details, but he grasped the general meaning.

This Master believed that a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass could not possibly support the birth of Innate Full Soul Power.

Tang San digested this information in his mind.

It seemed... reasonable?

Blue Silver Grass was indeed very weak, universally recognized as a trash martial soul across the continent.

Why did he have Innate Full Soul Power?

It must be due to the cultivation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

When Yu Xiaogang reached the end, he finally dropped his conclusion.

His eyes shone with fervor, his gaze burning as he stared at Tang San, his tone certain and confident.

"Therefore, both of you must possess Twin Martial Souls! Hidden within your bodies is another martial soul of extremely high quality! It is this hidden martial soul that has bestowed upon you the talent of Innate Full Soul Power!"

As his words fell, the clearing went silent for a moment.

Tang San was stunned.

He saw Yu Xiaogang's eager gaze and instinctively turned to look at Huang Fei.

Huang Fei was leaning against that old locust tree, his expression still calm.

But the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.