The Pope's Husband or the Crown Prince's Consort

...Because of himself?

Watching Tang San in a state of near-madness, Grandmaster froze. His mind returned to that day at Notting Academy, when Tang San had knelt before him and taken him as his master.

He had thought that he would never be able to rise again in his lifetime, yet in that remote little city, he had encountered two geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power—one of whom possessed the universally acknowledged worthless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass.

It was from that moment that he knew his chance to prove himself had arrived.

"There are no worthless martial souls, only worthless soul masters."

A worthless Blue Silver Grass martial soul with Innate Full Soul Power.

As long as he nurtured Tang San into greatness, it would be enough to prove the worth of those words.

As long as he nurtured Tang San into greatness, he himself would no longer be worthless.

He would shatter every negative judgment the outside world had placed on him and return to his clan openly as a victor. Everything he had suffered in the past would become proof of his endurance through humiliation, the foundation upon which he had achieved success.

Especially during that holiday years ago, when he saw his idol, the Clear Sky Douluo, with his own eyes and learned that Tang San was the man's son, those emotions reached their peak. The son of the continent's greatest genius, the owner of the world's foremost tool-type martial soul, along with a maturity far beyond his age and Self-Created Soul Skills of unknown origin—he hardly dared imagine it.

He was certain that even heaven could no longer bear to see his brilliance buried, and had specifically bestowed Tang San upon him as a disciple.

After all, a genius like that would reach the pinnacle