Shamelessly Talking Them Into Becoming His Disciples! Deny It to the Bitter End-What Can You Do About It?

Huang Fei leaned against the old locust tree, his hands tucked into his sleeves. His face was practically screaming, "I couldn't care less."

Twin Martial Souls?

Yu Xiaogang's theories sounded grand and convincing. Listening to him, they even seemed to make a bit of sense. But Huang Fei had read the original story in his previous life, so he knew exactly how much hot air was packed into this man's theories.

The Ten Martial Soul Competition Theories sounded impressive, but their core boiled down to one thing: Martial Souls could suppress one another, and the weaker one would be crushed into a Trash Martial Soul by the stronger one.

There was nothing wrong with that statement in itself. The problem was that Yu Xiaogang had taken the theory to an absolute extreme, even using it to explain every phenomenon he couldn't account for.

Innate Full Soul Power with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul meant Twin Martial Souls?

Huang Fei rolled his eyes inwardly.

That was like saying, "All swans are white," then seeing a black swan and, instead of revising the theory, declaring, "That swan must have been dyed black with ink."

Did Tang San have Twin Martial Souls?

Yes. He did.

But what did that have to do with Yu Xiaogang?

Huang Fei knew perfectly well that Tang San's Second Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer. It was the trump card Tang Hao had left his son, the key to inheriting the Clear Sky Sect and sweeping across the world one day. That trump card could never be revealed lightly—not unless there was absolutely no other choice.

Yu Xiaogang thought he could force it out with a theory?

Dream on.

As for Huang Fei himself—

His Second Martial Soul was the Sky-Shattering Hammer. No one knew that secret except him and the system.

Not even Tang San knew.

In Tang San's eyes, Huang Fei had only one Martial Soul, just like him: Blue Silver Grass.

So when Yu Xiaogang declared, "You must both have Twin Martial Souls," Tang San heard someone who had guessed his secret. Huang Fei heard nothing but a smart aleck taking a wild guess.

He'd guessed right about one of them and wrong about the other.

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

Huang Fei straightened up from the tree trunk and brushed off dust that wasn't even on his sleeves. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Sorry, Master Yu."

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

"Your theory was... well, it made a bit of sense, but I really do only have one Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."

He paused, then turned to Tang San.

"I don't have the Twin Martial Souls you're talking about. Right, Tang San?"

As he spoke, his gaze met Tang San's.

There was a subtle hint in his eyes—hard to say exactly what it was, but Tang San somehow understood.

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

Tang San's heart gave a little jolt.

He and Huang Fei had grown up together. Their understanding of each other was something outsiders couldn't grasp. That look clearly told him: stay sharp, and don't spill everything just because someone talks you into it.

Besides, Tang San suddenly remembered what Huang Fei had said yesterday.

"If someone tries to push your Blue Silver Grass toward poison-based control and wants you to become his disciple, think it over carefully."

"Don't let him talk you into it."

"Ask him to explain himself first."

At the time, he'd thought Huang Fei's warning was abrupt and made no sense. Now he understood—Huang Fei had seen this coming all along.

Tang San looked at the eager expression on Yu Xiaogang's face, and a trace of wariness rose in his heart.

This Grandmaster was certainly impressive. One theory after another, all of them sounding perfectly reasonable. But wasn't he being a little too eager? He'd come looking for them first thing in the morning, dragged them off somewhere secluded, then immediately dropped such a bombshell on them...

And what made him so certain that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls? Just a theory that "Blue Silver Grass couldn't possibly have Innate Full Soul Power"?

Tang San quickly ran through his trump cards in his mind.

Only he and his father, Tang Hao, knew about his Twin Martial Souls. He hadn't even told Huang Fei, so there was no way anyone else could know.

How had Yu Xiaogang guessed?

Luck? Deduction? Or a wild guess?

Whatever the answer, Tang San had no intention of admitting it.

Twin Martial Souls were his trump card, his greatest secret, and the means of survival his father had repeatedly warned him never to reveal unless he had no other choice. How could he casually tell a stranger he'd just met?

Even if that stranger called himself a Grandmaster.

Tang San broke eye contact and turned to Yu Xiaogang, his expression calm and resolute.

"Master, just like Huang Fei, I only have one Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."

His tone was so sincere that even he was almost convinced.

"I don't really understand your theory, but I definitely don't have Twin Martial Souls."

Yu Xiaogang froze.

Standing in the middle of the clearing, he unconsciously clenched both hands behind his back.

Both children looked calm and composed, their eyes open and honest. They didn't look like they were lying.

Especially that kid called Huang Fei. His expression practically said, "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" It looked more convincing than the real thing.

Yu Xiaogang's mind raced.

Impossible.

How could they not have Twin Martial Souls?

He had deduced it from the fundamental principles of Martial Soul theory. Blue Silver Grass was a Trash Martial Soul, with an extremely low ceiling for quality. It simply couldn't support the emergence of Innate Full Soul Power. This was an ironclad rule, one of the cornerstones of the entire field of Martial Soul studies.

If that rule could be broken, it would mean that the theoretical framework he'd spent over a decade building had been wrong from beginning to end.

He wouldn't believe it.

He absolutely wouldn't believe it.

The only possibility was that the two children were lying.

They were hiding something.

Yu Xiaogang drew a deep breath, forcing himself to keep his expression composed.

He quickly analyzed the situation. Both children were six years old and had grown up in the village. They'd had little contact with outsiders.

Their understanding of the world was limited, and they were naturally wary of strangers.

Especially that kid called Huang Fei, who had been looking at him with an infuriating expression from the very start, as if Yu Xiaogang were some kind of clown.

If he pressed them directly, he'd only get the opposite result.

He couldn't rush things.

Yu Xiaogang settled on a strategy: first earn their trust and put them at ease, then verify things gradually.

And the quickest way to earn their trust was...

He forced a gentle smile, brought his hands out from behind his back, and let them hang naturally at his sides. His tone shifted from mysterious and profound to warm and kind.

"You two children, I understand your concerns."

He took a step forward and softened his voice, as if coaxing little kids.

"I know you've grown up in the village and aren't familiar with outsiders. It's only natural to be wary. Twin Martial Souls are indeed an exceedingly rare trait on the continent, and revealing them could bring you unnecessary trouble."

He paused, making his expression seem even more sincere.

"But I, Yu Xiaogang, am different."

He patted his chest, his tone firm.

"Though I'm a master of theory, my cultivation is only at level twenty-nine. I'll never break through to level thirty in this lifetime. I pose no threat to you, and I mean you no harm. I only... want to help you."

He looked at Tang San, then at Huang Fei, his gaze shifting between their faces.

"How about this? Become my disciples."

His voice carried a confidence that said, "You can't refuse what I'm offering."

"I'll use the fruits of my life's work—all my theories and wisdom—to help you grow. Becoming a Titled Douluo," he said, raising one finger and emphasizing each word, "is only a matter of time for me."

"If you become my disciples, your future achievements will know no bounds."

As soon as he finished speaking, silence settled over the courtyard.

The old locust tree's leaves rustled in the morning breeze, and a few early-rising sparrows hopped along the branches.

Huang Fei leaned against the tree, watching Yu Xiaogang for several seconds. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Become his disciple?

At last, he flashed his first genuine smile of the day.

There was a hint of amusement in it, a hint of mockery, and a hint of—

Well, there it is. I knew it was coming.