Tang San Takes a Master, Su Hang Eyes the First Spirit Ring

Su Hang picked up his teacup and blew away the steam.

"He will."

Xiao Wu tilted her head.

"Why? That Grandmaster doesn't sound all that impressive."

Wang Sheng scratched the back of his head and chimed in.

"Boss Su, you're so certain. Could it be that you know Tang San?"

Another work-study student nearby joined in the teasing.

"I thought Sister Xiao Wu was acting strange earlier too. The moment Tang San walked through the door, she hid behind Boss Su."

"Sister Xiao Wu, have you two met before?"

Xiao Wu immediately slammed her fruit onto the table.

"Never met him!"

"I don't know him, not even a little bit."

Xiao Chenyu, leaning against the wall with the ointment still wet on his face, nodded immediately upon hearing this.

"Right, Sister Xiao Wu is only close with Boss Su."

The few people in the room burst into laughter.

Xiao Wu grabbed a fruit pit and threw it at them.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Laugh again and I'll have Brother Su Hang charge you all rent!"

Xiao Chenyu shut his mouth instantly and deftly picked up the fruit pit to toss it into a plate.

Wang Sheng suppressed his amusement and nudged Su Hang with his elbow.

"Boss Su, Sister Xiao Wu really sounds like the lady of the house."

The tips of Xiao Wu's ears turned red, and she raised her foot to kick Wang Sheng.

"You're asking for a beating!"

Su Hang couldn't be bothered with them; he stood up and walked toward the door.

"Enough nonsense."

"Let's go out and take a look."

Xiao Wu immediately hopped off the bed, followed him, and skillfully grabbed his sleeve.

"I'm going too."

Su Hang looked down at the fabric she was clutching.

"Do you still need to hold on while walking now?"

Xiao Wu was perfectly justified.

"It's not safe outside."

Su Hang was momentarily stumped by her blunt remark.

Fine.

A survivalist little rabbit, prioritizing stability above all else.

The night was heavy outside the courtyard.

Few people walked through the back of Notting Academy, and only a few lights remained in the distant teaching building.

Just as Su Hang and Xiao Wu reached the courtyard gate, they saw Tang San standing before Yu Xiaogang by the stone path ahead.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, striking a very imposing pose.

Tang San stood straight, his blue robes swaying gently in the night breeze.

Yu Xiaogang flipped through the registration book in his hands, looking down as he read the information aloud.

"Blue Silver Grass, innate full soul power."

"When these two points are put together, there is only one explanation."

Tang San looked up.

"What explanation?"

Yu Xiaogang closed the registration book.

"You have another martial soul."

Tang San did not respond immediately.

The night breeze rustled through the leaves by the stone path, creating a soft, fragmented sound.

Xiao Wu pressed closer to Su Hang and whispered.

"He actually bowed."

Su Hang did not raise his voice to stop him, standing only at the edge of the courtyard gate's shadow.

"Some teachers teach people how to cultivate, while others teach people how to take the long way around."

This sentence drifted over to the stone path.

Tang San turned around, standing in place as he looked at Su Hang.

Yu Xiaogang also stopped mid-sentence, the muscles on his face tightening.

Tang San walked a few steps closer.

"Do you have a prejudice against the teacher?"

Su Hang leaned against the courtyard gate, his attitude indifferent.

"Prejudice is too strong a word."

"I'm just curious, do you know how much of his theory has been verified by himself?"

Tang San paused.

The question was very direct.

What Yu Xiaogang valued most was the word "theory."

Su Hang's remark was equivalent to taking his signboard and smashing it.

Yu Xiaogang raised his hand to press down on the corner of the registration book, the paper wrinkling under his grip.

"Su Hang, young people can be arrogant, but they cannot be ignorant."

Su Hang smiled, refusing to accept the label.

"Then let me ask something simpler."

"What is the upper limit for a first spirit ring?"

Yu Xiaogang replied in a deep voice.

"Four hundred and twenty-some years; this is the conclusion I reached after years of organizing data."

Su Hang lifted his foot, and a purple spirit ring rose halfway from beneath him.

The deep purple halo reflected on the ground, pressing the surrounding blades of grass flat against the soil.

"Then how do you account for this?"

Yu Xiaogang choked on his words.

Su Hang retracted his spirit ring and continued.

"There is nothing wrong with organizing data."

"But taking organized data as absolute truth, and then forcing that truth onto everyone—that is where the problem lies."

Wang Sheng and several work-study students also crept out of the room, hiding by the courtyard gate to listen.

Hearing this, Wang Sheng muttered in a low voice.

"Boss Su's tongue hurts more than his fists."

Xiao Chenyu leaned against the doorframe and nodded very seriously.

"Fists are fine; they only hurt for a while."

"But words like these dig in; he'll probably still be thinking about them in his sleep."

Xiao Wu found it amusing, but quickly restrained herself, continuing to clutch Su Hang's sleeve.

Tang San glanced at the lingering spirit power fluctuations at Su Hang's feet.

Cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he understood the importance of a foundation better than anyone.

Su Hang's first spirit ring being a thousand-year one truly defied common sense.

However, Yu Xiaogang had just pointed out his twin spirits, which made him feel more inclined to accept this teacher.

Tang San was silent for a moment.

"The teacher was able to see through my secret, which proves his theories have value."

Su Hang looked at Tang San, his words not heavy, but very clear.

"Is seeing through twin spirits enough to justify taking him as a master?"

"The path you have to walk in the future is far more complex than this."

"How to cultivate Blue Silver Grass, how to hide the Clear Sky Hammer, how to match spirit rings, how to obtain spirit bones, and how many pitfalls there are in the spirit master world."

"Out of all these things, how many can he help you avoid?"

Upon hearing the words "Clear Sky Hammer," Tang San's body stiffened.

Yu Xiaogang also stared fixedly at Su Hang.

Tang San had never spoken of this matter.

Just moments ago, Yu Xiaogang had only inferred that Tang San possessed a second martial soul, but he hadn't yet had the chance to ask what it specifically was.

Su Hang, however, had pointed it out directly.

The cloth bag on Tang San's back swayed slightly.

"How did you know?"

Su Hang did not answer.

The system rules were clear.

He could not admit to being the author of the diary, nor could he reveal his trump cards.

So, he left behind only a remark vague enough to invite wild speculation.

"This world is much larger than you imagine."

Xiao Wu immediately nodded in support.

"Brother Su Hang knows so much."

"He's far more reliable than some people who only know how to recite data."

Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened further.

He endured and endured, eventually forcing his anger down.

Tang San had just become his apprentice; he couldn't let his student think he had lost his composure.

"Facts will prove who is right and who is wrong."

"Tang San, come with me."

Tang San did not move immediately.

He looked at Su Hang for a few breaths before turning to stand beside Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang tucked the registration book into his robes.

"Tomorrow morning, I will take you to the Soul Hunting Forest."

"Your Blue Silver Grass needs a suitable first soul ring."

Tang San nodded.

"Yes, Teacher."

With those words, the master-disciple relationship was officially set.

Xiao Wu's grip tightened.

Su Hang glanced down at his sleeve.

She was practically pressed against his arm.

Once Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had walked far away, Xiao Wu spoke in a low voice.

"Brother Su Hang, he's going soul hunting tomorrow. Should we go too?"

Su Hang looked toward the academy gate, the Tang San Luck Deprivation Card already glowing in his mind.

Soul Hunting Forest.

Mandala Snake.

Blue Silver Grass's first soul ring.

In the original story, Tang San relied on this to start his path as a control-type soul master, and it even gave Yu Xiaogang a moment in the spotlight.

Now that Su Hang was at Notting Academy, how could he just sit back and watch the show?

Xiao Wu tugged at his sleeve.

"Are we going or not?"

Su Hang turned and headed back into the room.

"Of course we are."

"Some opportunities shouldn't be handed to him on a silver platter."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up as she followed him inside.

"Then what should I prepare?"

Su Hang picked up the teacup from the table and finished the last drop.

"No need to prepare anything."

"Just follow me tomorrow."

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously.

"Okay!"

Wang Sheng felt his blood boil with excitement.

"Boss Su, can we go too?"

Xiao Chenyu leaned in as well.

"I have money, I can hire a carriage, and I can prepare dry rations."

Su Hang swept his gaze across them.

"The Soul Hunting Forest is not the academy's backyard."

"If you go, you will only hold me back."

Wang Sheng immediately shrank away.

Xiao Chenyu closed his mouth, possessing enough self-awareness to know his place.

Xiao Wu, however, remained excited at his side.

"Brother Su Hang, does that mean we are going to intercept his prize tomorrow?"

Su Hang placed his empty teacup back on the table, his voice lowered, yet clear enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"Tang San's first soul ring might not be of use to me, but I will make sure he doesn't get his hands on it easily."