Shamelessly Tricking a Master! Denying It to the Death, Let's See What You'll Do?

Huang Fei leaned against the old locust tree, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his expression screaming "I don't buy it."

Twin Martial Souls?

Yu Xiaogang's theory sounded flowery and held a shred of logic, but having read the original work in his past life, Huang Fei knew just how much water was in this guy's claims.

The Ten Martial Soul Competition Theories sounded intimidating, but the core was just one sentence: martial souls suppress one another, and the weaker one will be crushed into a useless martial soul by the stronger one.

The statement itself wasn't wrong, but the problem was that Yu Xiaogang pushed this theory to an absolute extreme, even using it to explain phenomena he couldn't otherwise account for.

Innate Full Soul Power Blue Silver Grass equals Twin Martial Souls?

Huang Fei rolled his eyes internally.

It was like saying "all swans are white," and then, upon seeing a black swan, refusing to revise the theory and instead claiming, "this swan must have been dyed black with ink."

Was Tang San a Twin Martial Souls user?

Yes. He certainly was.

But what did that have to do with Yu Xiaogang?

Huang Fei knew clearly that Tang San's second martial soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, the trump card Tang Hao had left for his son, the capital he would use to inherit the Clear Sky Sect and sweep across the world in the future. This trump card must never be exposed unless absolutely necessary.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to force this trump card out with a mere theory?

Dream on.

As for Huang Fei himself—

His second martial soul was the Sky-Shattering Hammer. Aside from himself and the system, no one knew this secret.

Not even Tang San knew.

In Tang San's eyes, Huang Fei was just like him, possessing only a single Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

So, when Yu Xiaogang said, "You must both have Twin Martial Souls," to Tang San, it sounded like the man had guessed his secret; to Huang Fei, it was nothing more than a self-important man taking a wild guess.

He guessed one right and the other wrong.

In any case, Yu Xiaogang had no way to verify it.

Huang Fei straightened up from the tree trunk and brushed some non-existent dust off his sleeves, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Sorry, Master Yu."

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes clear and composed.

"Although your theory sounds... well, it has a point, I truly only have one martial soul, and that is Blue Silver Grass."

He paused and turned to look at Tang San.

"It is not the Twin Martial Souls you speak of. Isn't that right, Tang San?"

As the words fell, his gaze locked with Tang San's.

There was a subtle hint in that look—it was hard to define, but Tang San understood it instinctively.

Huang Fei was reminding him: don't admit to anything easily.

Tang San felt a slight jolt in his heart.

He and Huang Fei had grown up together; the tacit understanding between them was beyond what outsiders could grasp. This look from Huang Fei was clearly telling him to keep his guard up and not spill his guts just because someone sweet-talked him.

Furthermore, Tang San suddenly recalled what Huang Fei had said yesterday.

"If someone ever tries to push your Blue Silver Grass toward a poison-control path and wants you to take them as a master, you must think twice."

"Don't get played."

"Ask clearly before you do anything."

At the time, he thought Huang Fei was being abrupt and inexplicable, but now he understood—Huang Fei had foreseen this scene long ago.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's eager face, a sense of vigilance rising in his heart.

This master was indeed impressive; his theories were systematic and sounded perfectly logical. But wasn't he a bit too eager? Showing up early in the morning, dragging them to a secluded spot, and dropping such a bombshell conclusion right off the bat...

And what gave him the right to be so certain about the Twin Martial Souls? Just because of a theory that "Blue Silver Grass cannot have Innate Full Soul Power"?

Tang San mentally took stock of his trump cards.

The matter of his Twin Martial Souls was known only to him and his father, Tang Hao. He hadn't even told Huang Fei, let alone anyone else.

How did he guess it?

Luck? Deduction? Or just a blind guess?

Regardless of the situation, Tang San had no intention of admitting it.

His Twin Martial Souls were his trump card, his greatest secret, and a life-saving measure his father had repeatedly warned him "must not be exposed unless absolutely necessary." How could he casually reveal it to a stranger he had just met?

Even if this person called himself a master.

Tang San withdrew his gaze and turned to Yu Xiaogang, his expression calm and firm.

"Master, like Huang Fei, I also only have one martial soul: Blue Silver Grass."

His tone was sincere—so sincere that even he almost believed it himself.

"Although I don't quite understand your theories, I am definitely not some Twin Martial Souls user."

Yu Xiaogang froze.

He stood in the center of the clearing, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

Both children wore calm expressions, their eyes clear and frank; they did not look like they were lying.

Especially that kid named Huang Fei, whose "what kind of nonsense are you spouting" expression was more convincing than the truth itself.

Yu Xiaogang's mind raced.

Impossible.

How could it not be Twin Martial Souls?

He had deduced this based on the fundamental principles of martial soul theory—Blue Silver Grass was a trash martial soul, its quality ceiling was extremely low, and it could never support the manifestation of Innate Full Soul Power. This was an iron law, one of the cornerstones of the entire martial soul academic system.

If this iron law were broken, it would mean the theoretical system he had spent over a decade building was wrong from start to finish.

He did not believe it.

Absolutely not.

The only possibility was that these two children were lying.

They were hiding something.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, struggling to keep his expression calm.

He analyzed the situation rapidly in his mind: both children were six years old, had grown up in the village, and had little contact with outsiders.

Their understanding of the world was limited, and their wariness toward strangers was strong.

Especially that kid named Huang Fei, who had been looking at him with an infuriating gaze since a moment ago, as if he were nothing but a clown.

If he pressed them directly, it would only be counterproductive.

He couldn't be impatient.

Yu Xiaogang set a strategy for himself: first, gain their trust, lower their guard, and then verify things slowly.

And the fastest way to gain trust was...

He forced a gentle smile onto his face, brought his hands out from behind his back, and let them hang naturally at his sides. His tone shifted from inscrutable to amiable.

"Children, I understand your concerns."

He took a step forward, his voice softening as if coaxing small children.

"I know that since you grew up in the village, you aren't familiar with outsiders, so it's normal to be wary. Twin Martial Souls is indeed an extremely rare constitution on this continent; once exposed, it could invite unnecessary trouble."

He paused, making his expression appear even more sincere.

"But I, Yu Xiaogang, am different."

He patted his chest, his tone resolute.

"Although I am a master of theory, my cultivation is only level twenty-nine, and I will never be able to break through to level thirty in this lifetime. I pose no threat to you, nor do I have any malice. I simply... want to help you."

He looked at Tang San, then at Huang Fei, his gaze shifting back and forth between them.

"How about this. Become my disciples."

His voice carried a sense of confidence—the confidence of someone offering a deal that could not be refused.

"I will use my life's work, all my theories and wisdom, to help you grow. Title Douluo." He held up a finger, emphasizing his tone, "For me, that is only a matter of time."

"Become my disciples, and your future achievements will be limitless."

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent.

The leaves of the locust tree rustled in the morning breeze, and a few early sparrows hopped about on the branches.

Huang Fei leaned against the tree, stared at Yu Xiaogang for a few seconds, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Become his disciple?

He finally revealed the first genuine smile of the day.

That smile carried a hint of amusement, a trace of mockery, and a touch of...

"Oh ho, it really came" energy.