The Docile Yu Xiaogang

Lin Chen and Tang San watched as Old Jack disappeared from their field of vision.

"Let's go, I'll take you to register."

Lin Chen was in no rush to use Disaster Curse; primarily, there hadn't been a good opportunity, and he couldn't exactly run up behind him and shout it out, could he?

"Lin Chen, in just three short months, how have you changed into a completely different person?"

Tang San asked, seemingly curious.

Lin Chen smiled faintly: "Money can nurture a person; earn a bit more, and you naturally change."

Tang San was full of shock.

He was only six years old; what possible avenues could a six-year-old child have to earn money?

"How did you earn it?"

Tang San thought that he needed money too, so he wanted to learn a few tricks from the other party.

Lin Chen's footsteps suddenly came to a halt.

Tang San glanced at him, only to see him staring at a certain spot.

Following his gaze, he looked over.

He saw a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties walking toward them.

That man was very strange.

He looked quite decadent, yet there was a trace of inexplicable arrogance between his brows.

One of his hands was held behind his back, while the other hung naturally at his side, appearing somewhat stiff, as if it were a prosthetic limb.

The person who had arrived was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

Upon reaching them, Yu Xiaogang stared at Lin Chen with burning eyes.

It was as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

"Why didn't you stop me a few more times back then? Do you know what price I paid?"

Yu Xiaogang's tone was extremely low.

Nuoding City was not large, and there were no particularly outstanding healing soul masters.

This resulted in his arm being reattached, but it was merely reattached.

Its flexibility was far inferior to what it had been before.

While it wasn't entirely useless, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was half-crippled.

By comparison, having his storage soul tool snatched away by Wang Hu was actually the least of his worries.

Lin Chen rolled his eyes at him: "Do I owe you something?"

"Besides, as the saying goes, 'don't push your luck.' I only stopped you three times, and you were already acting like you wanted to kill me. How could I have dared to keep stopping you?"

"Isn't this something you brought upon yourself?"

He truly hadn't expected that a person could be shameless to such a degree.

Rather than blaming him for not stopping him a few more times, it would be more fitting to blame himself for being a jinx, or to say that he was the one who brought bad luck upon himself.

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang was furious, his old face flushed red, yet he had no rebuttal.

"Hmph!"

Unable to save face, Yu Xiaogang let out a cold snort and prepared to leave.

"Uncle, please stay!"

Lin Chen naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by and immediately called out to stop him.

Hearing that familiar cry, Yu Xiaogang's body suddenly stiffened.

N-no way, right?

It shouldn't be; I just had a run of terrible luck, how could more bad luck follow immediately?

He must have something else to say.

Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted wildly, and his mood became inexplicably tense.

He turned around and asked cautiously.

"Is... is there something?"

At this moment, was there even a trace of anger left on Yu Xiaogang's face?

[Disaster Curse on Yu Xiaogang successful, obtained 320 Gold Soul Coins.]

Tang San blinked, his entire person a bit dazed.

The other party had clearly been furious just a moment ago; how did he suddenly become so docile in the blink of an eye?

That's right, docile.

Tang San truly couldn't find any other adjective; only "docile" seemed appropriate.

Lin Chen said, "Don't say I didn't warn you. Although your previous streak of bad luck has been broken, new misfortune is already on its way."

"What?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in fury, his entire body looking like a startled cat.

"What kind of joke is this?"

"I just suffered a bout of terrible luck, and you're telling me more is coming?"

"How could anyone in this world be so unlucky?"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with agitation, his expression turning ferocious.

Lin Chen spread his hands. "See? You don't believe me when I tell you, and then when the bad luck hits, you'll blame me for not warning you."

"I..."

Yu Xiaogang was suddenly at a loss for words, inexplicably recalling the scene of being tormented by Wang Hu.

He couldn't help but shiver.

Having suffered once, he must never fall into the same pit twice.

Better to believe it than to dismiss it.

Tang San looked at Lin Chen, completely bewildered, wondering if he could actually tell fortunes.

Furthermore, based on their previous conversation, it seemed Lin Chen had already predicted one correctly.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Lin Chen. "Is there any way to break this streak of bad luck?"

Lin Chen shook his head. "No, you just have to be careful yourself."

Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but snap, "Then what the hell are you telling me for?"

Lin Chen wasn't angry; instead, a faint smile hung on his face.

"The warning is for prevention. With preparation, a fatal calamity might turn into a minor injury, and a minor injury might turn into a simple failure—and vice versa."

"Since you aren't happy to hear it, I simply won't warn you in the future."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Thank you!"

After holding it in for a moment, Yu Xiaogang finally spat out the two words with a sullen expression.

Lin Chen smiled slightly. "You're welcome."

"Are you two here to attend school?"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly caught sight of the Work-Study Student Certificate in Tang San's hand.

A sharp glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

A martial soul capable of seeing through another's fortune must surely be of high quality.

According to his research, innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of one's martial soul.

The other party's talent could not possibly be low; it was even possible he had innate full soul power.

Tang San noticed Yu Xiaogang's gaze and immediately handed over the Work-Study Student Certificate. "Yes, are you a teacher at Nuoding Academy?"

Lin Chen: "..."

They could connect even like this? Is this the bond between master and disciple?

"I am not a teacher; I am merely a passerby here to sponge off the academy."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang took the certificate.

Lin Chen couldn't help but grumble inwardly: You actually know you're sponging off the academy?

You clearly have the ability, yet you refuse to help with anything within your power.

Getting stuck with a friend like you is truly the worst luck in eight lifetimes.

"Hm?"

When Yu Xiaogang saw the information on the certificate, his eyes lit up again.

Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power?

As mentioned before, the quality of Blue Silver Grass cannot support innate full soul power.

Yet this Tang San possessed exactly that.

There was only one possibility left: he must have another martial soul.

Twin martial souls!

Good heavens, that would be the third case of twin martial souls in the history of the Douluo Continent.

To think he actually ran into him.

If he could take Tang San as his disciple, fame and fortune would be within his grasp.

As long as a twin-spirit user didn't slack off, reaching the Title Douluo rank was practically a certainty; simply adding spirit rings to the second martial spirit would be enough to force them to that level.

Furthermore, he could use the boy's first, useless martial spirit to test his theories.

To put his own research into practice.

With a trash martial spirit like Blue Silver Grass, what did it matter if the experiment failed?

He still had the second martial spirit to fall back on, after all.

Once Tang San achieved the rank of Title Douluo, his own name would naturally spread across the continent along with him.

Could it be... that his luck had finally turned?

If a streak of bad luck could be traded for a genius disciple.

Then he would gladly be unlucky every single day.