I'm taking this student

Yu Xiaogang stopped steadily in front of the three.

He clasped his hands behind his back once more, chin tilted slightly upward, spine held ramrod straight, forcing himself into the posture of an aloof expert.

He ignored Su Yu standing in the middle entirely, and did not even glance at Xiao Wu, who wore rabbit ears on the right.

His gaze was scorching, filled with undisguised greed and longing, locked firmly onto Tang Wu.

Su Yu stood where he was, showing no outward movement, but his Eye of Truth saw the changes above Yu Xiaogang's head with perfect clarity.

That dark red system panel was currently scrolling blood-red subtitles frantically:

[Target Locked: Tang Wu.]

[Luck Level: Child of the Plane rank (Daughter of Luck).]

[Qualification Assessment: Has consumed top-tier marrow-cleansing heavenly treasures; Martial Soul has undergone a benign mutation; potential is limitless.]

[Suggestion: Accept as disciple immediately! As long as the binding is successful, the host can drain her luck directly and break through the level thirty bottleneck within three days!]

Looking at these lines, a mocking sneer curled the corner of Su Yu's mouth.

This old thing was truly walking into a latrine with a lantern—looking for death.

He had gone to such great lengths, using the Conceptual Eraser to intercept the Top-Grade Marrow Cleansing Pill from Zhao Dabao, only to transform Tang Wu's trash Martial Soul into the current mutated Blue Silver Grass.

This old thing, however, wanted to swoop in and pluck the peach, intending to treat Tang Wu as a blood bag to be drained dry.

Did he really think someone possessing the Conceptual Eraser was just a piece of furniture?

Tang Wu felt her skin crawl under Yu Xiaogang's highly aggressive stare.

Having grown up in Holy Soul Village, she was simple-minded, but her perception of danger and malice was extremely sharp.

The gaze of the man with the crew cut in front of her made her feel deeply uncomfortable.

Tang Wu subconsciously hid behind Su Yu.

She let go of Su Yu's arm, instead gripping the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, hiding most of her body behind him, revealing only half her face as she watched Yu Xiaogang with vigilance.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang felt anxious, but he maintained his aloof expert facade on the surface.

He deliberately softened his voice, making his tone sound full of magnetism and allure.

"Child, you need not be afraid."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang Wu hiding behind Su Yu, speaking in a gentle tone, "I have been observing you for a long time. I see that your bones are extraordinary, your talent is heaven-sent, and your body contains a vast aura of life. However, you seem to have encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation and do not know how to guide this power."

Yu Xiaogang paused, a proud smile appearing on his face: "If you are willing, I can provide you with guidance. In this world, there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters. With my teaching, your future achievements will be absolutely limitless."

These words were spoken with high-sounding righteousness, filled with a bewitching quality.

The old dean standing by and accompanying them heard this, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Thinking this was an excellent opportunity to butter him up, he immediately stepped in to interject.

The old dean cleared his throat, turned around, and began to introduce him loudly to the students who had stopped to watch.

"Students, look closely!"

The old dean pointed at Yu Xiaogang, his voice resonant, his tone filled with reverence, "The person standing before you is the number one authority on Martial Soul theory, famous throughout our entire Douluo Continent, Master Yu Xiaogang!"

"The Master's wisdom is as vast as the sea, and his research on Martial Souls is peerless! He rarely accepts disciples, and for him to take the initiative to offer guidance to this female student today is a blessing she has cultivated for eight lifetimes!"

The old dean turned his head to look at Tang Wu, urging her with a tone of exasperation at her lack of ambition: "What are you still standing there for, girl? Hurry up and come out to thank Master Yu Xiaogang! If you miss this village, you won't find this shop again!"

The old dean's loud proclamation immediately caused a massive stir among the surrounding students.

More and more students gathered on the tree-lined path, all stopping to watch the scene with curiosity.

"My god, is he that legendary Master? I heard he published the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, and even people from Martial Soul Hall have read his articles!"

A senior student gasped, his face full of shock.

"This girl is so lucky! To be personally favored by the Master! If I could get a single word of advice from the Master, my father would laugh in his dreams."

A chubby boy nearby looked at Tang Wu with eyes full of jealousy.

"Exactly, why is she still hiding behind someone else? She really doesn't know how good she has it."

Several girls whispered, their tones full of bitterness.

The shock and envy of the crowd were very satisfying to Yu Xiaogang.

He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being watched with awe.

He straightened his back, the arrogance on his face intensifying.

He believed that with the dean's vigorous flattery and the envious gazes of the crowd, this naive little girl would surely kneel and accept him as her master immediately.

However, Xiao Wu, standing to Su Yu's right, rolled her eyes in a very disrespectful manner; she had already recognized who this "Master" was.

Xiao Wu crossed her arms over her chest, feeling nauseated as she watched Yu Xiaogang's pretentious posturing.

With the memories of her past life as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she naturally knew what kind of person this so-called "Master" was.

In her past life, this guy was nothing but a windbag, taking common knowledge stolen from Martial Soul Hall and passing it off as his own theories to swindle people everywhere.

If it weren't for the fact that Tang San had been blind enough to take him as a master in her past life, this old thing would have been beaten to death on the street long ago.

This Yu Xiaogang is even more disgusting than the original, with shifty eyes that are truly nauseating.

Su Yu stood where he was, listening to the surrounding chatter with a face as calm as still water.

He ignored the old dean's urging and did not even glance at Yu Xiaogang's pretentious face.

Instead, he reached back and took hold of the small hand Tang Wu had tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.

Su Yu gently patted the back of Tang Wu's hand, the warmth of her skin seeping into his fingertips.

It was a soothing gesture, signaling her not to be afraid, for he was there to handle everything.

Feeling the warmth of Su Yu's palm, Tang Wu's initial tension instantly settled.

As long as Brother Yu was by her side, she wouldn't be afraid even if the sky were to fall.

She lifted her head and met Yu Xiaogang's gaze without a hint of fear, showing absolutely no intention of taking him as her master.

After waiting for a long time, Yu Xiaogang realized that not only had Tang Wu failed to kneel and offer her respects, but she was also holding hands with the bothersome boy beside her, causing his expression to darken.

How does this little girl have no sense of the situation?

Yu Xiaogang cursed inwardly.

But then he reconsidered; after all, this was the academy's tree-lined path, and there were too many students watching—too many eyes and ears.

A young girl might have never seen such a scene and was likely too shy to open up.

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang put on his kindly smile once again.

He leaned over slightly and reached out his right hand toward Tang Wu, striking a very gentlemanly pose of invitation.

"Child, there are too many people here; it's not convenient to talk."

Yu Xiaogang's voice grew even softer. "If you feel uncomfortable, why not come to my private office? It's very quiet there. We can sit down and have a proper, detailed discussion about the future development of your Martial Soul. I believe you will be interested in my theories."

Yu Xiaogang's plan was well-calculated.

As long as he could trick Tang Wu into his private office, alone together in one room, he had plenty of ways to use the system's functions to forcibly establish a master-disciple bond.

Once the bond was formed, all of this girl's fortune would be his.

The surrounding students turned red with jealousy upon hearing that the Grandmaster had personally invited a work-study student to his private office.

The old dean was also frantically winking from the side, signaling Tang Wu to agree immediately.

Tang Wu frowned, just about to open her mouth to reject the old man who made her feel sick.

At that moment, Su Yu, who had remained silent until now, suddenly moved.

"Sure."

He smiled faintly, taking the initiative, and pulled Tang Wu forward a step. Looking directly into Yu Xiaogang's eyes, he accepted the offer on her behalf.