Lone Bamboo Soul Beast is Extremely Peculiar, Believing the Book Completely, Yu Xiaogang

To leave a good impression on Tang San, Yu Xiaogang glanced at the porter. "This is the first and last time. If there is a next, you need not stay."

Then, his stiff cheeks squeezed out a smile. He took Tang San's hand and said, "Let us go in."

At a rough glance, Yu Xiaogang nodded with great satisfaction. To have thought of such a move to build rapport so quickly—no one else could match this level of wisdom.

His actions were soon rewarded.

"Teacher, thank you," Tang San said gratefully.

Yu Xiaogang read on in an excellent mood. To his surprise, the child Tang San was quite clever.

After he denied being a teacher, the boy had actually guessed he was the dean or a leader.

Reading further down, after explaining the difference between a Grandmaster and a teacher, Yu Xiaogang's gaze locked onto a specific line.

"Unless you are truly willing to let me be your teacher."

At this moment, the light in Yu Xiaogang's eyes flickered with the burning intensity described in the book.

After some negotiation, Tang San did not speak again.

"Silence is, naturally, consent." Yu Xiaogang's rigid smile surfaced once more. "Truly a clever child."

Xiao Wuji raised a hand to rub his chin. Even now, he could not understand this train of thought. How could one take such a thing as an apprenticeship for granted?

Seeing the shocked expression described in the book after Tang San revealed his twin martial souls, the smile on Yu Xiaogang's face grew even richer.

Curious about the process of taking on his disciple, he began to read with focus.

"I once investigated six hundred and forty-seven people with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul; among them, sixteen possessed soul power..."

Upon reading this, Yu Xiaogang straightened his chest, feeling great admiration for himself. To remember the data without a single error—this was the result of his daily morning studies.

Under Tang San's questioning, he answered with ease.

Immersed in his own performance, Yu Xiaogang suddenly wore a look of confusion.

"Tang San nodded, then suddenly stepped back, widening the distance between himself and Yu Xiaogang. Immediately after, he knelt on both knees and kowtowed respectfully to Yu Xiaogang three times.

This time, it was Yu Xiaogang's turn to be stunned: 'What are you doing?'"

"What am I doing?" Yu Xiaogang voiced the same question outside the book.

"Teacher," Tang San called out respectfully. "Please accept me as your disciple."

As realization dawned on him, Yu Xiaogang laughed heartily, filled with extreme satisfaction.

To be a disciple to someone like him, who could teach a student to become a god, only the etiquette reserved for monarchs and parents was fitting.

However, he still had to be modest in his words.

To Yu Xiaogang's great surprise, Tang San was very solemn about it.

"A teacher for a day is a father for life; you deserve my kowtow."

"Good, good, good! I, Yu Xiaogang, did not misjudge you." Yu Xiaogang was deeply moved. It was worth the effort to guide him to godhood.

[Chapter 2: The Development Direction of Martial Souls and Soul Ring Selection]

"It is time for my performance again." Yu Xiaogang had never read a book with such interest.

He quickly scanned the trivial plot points: taking Tang San to register, thoughtfully gifting him a quilt, inviting him to eat at the cafeteria, and bringing him chicken legs and steamed buns after being refused.

Before locking his eyes onto his own content, Yu Xiaogang patted his brow. "How could I forget such an important matter? I must understand Xiao San's second martial soul. Fortunately, the book is thorough."

"Tang San raised his left hand, and black light surged out, condensing once again into that small hammer.

Yu Xiaogang stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with extreme excitement as he stared fixedly at the hammer."

Having a deep understanding of top-tier martial souls, Yu Xiaogang guessed from the simple description that the hammer was likely the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

"Tang San, the surname Tang... The Clear Sky School has retired from the world, and the only one left outside is the Clear Sky Douluo." Yu Xiaogang was exceptionally agitated. "This is the son of His Excellency Clear Sky!"

In the world of soul masters, Tang Hao was his idol. To be able to teach his idol's son was truly his honor.

Slowly reading the subsequent instructions—demanding the other party not to reveal the martial soul or attach soul rings—Yu Xiaogang calmed his excitement and reached the part he looked forward to most.

"Tang San, what is your opinion on your Blue Silver Grass martial soul?" Yu Xiaogang asked.

Tang San thought for a moment. "Everyone says it is a trash martial soul, but I feel that everything has its use and its own characteristics. Even the most common Blue Silver Grass should be no exception."

Yu Xiaogang was very satisfied. "Not bad. I have always maintained that 'there are no trash martial souls, only trash people.'"

"As expected of my philosophy. Now, even the Blue Silver Grass martial soul has been guided by me to godhood." Yu Xiaogang smiled.

Watching his own expert-like explanation of martial soul development in the book, Yu Xiaogang felt lightheaded, as if he himself had become a god.

"After listening to the explanation, Tang San said respectfully: 'Teacher, you are a master of martial soul research. Since you have such deep research on Blue Silver Grass, please guide me.'"

Yu Xiaogang did not stand on ceremony. After all, in his eyes, Tang San was just a child, and asking for his opinion was merely symbolic.

Moreover, he already had the answer in his heart.

"Already have an answer?" Yu Xiaogang raised an eyebrow, then forced himself to remain calm. "I wonder if it is the same as what I am thinking?"

"In his research, a plant-type soul beast like the Lone Bamboo, which possesses the attribute of toughness, is most suitable for Tang San.

In the eyes of others, this soul beast is ordinary, but according to his research, it is extraordinary."

"Have I ever researched Lone Bamboo?" Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brows, having absolutely no recollection of it.

Xiao Wuji felt a bit nervous at this moment; Yu Xiaogang's level of acceptance would determine the content he updated in the future.

Yu Xiaogang thought for a moment, then shook his head: "As a master of theory, I have researched countless martial souls and spirit beasts; it is only normal to forget one."

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang continued to read.

[The ten-year, hundred-year, thousand-year, ten-thousand-year, and hundred-thousand-year levels of spirit beasts, along with their white, yellow, purple, black, and red colors, basically do not apply to Lone Bamboo.

Except for the ten-year and hundred-year Lone Bamboo which conform to standard spirit ring colors, the thousand-year, ten-thousand-year, and hundred-thousand-year Lone Bamboo all return to their original simplicity, appearing as a uniform white.]

"What? Such a thing exists!" Yu Xiaogang gasped, "Is this for real?"

[A ten-year Lone Bamboo will not exceed ten meters in height; those above ten meters are hundred-year Lone Bamboo. Upon reaching a thousand years, Lone Bamboo will shrink and disguise itself as the ten-year level. Ten-thousand-year Lone Bamboo disguises itself even more effectively, being only about one meter tall, while the terrifying hundred-thousand-year level Lone Bamboo disguises itself in the form of a bamboo shoot.]

"So that's how it is." After reading it carefully, Yu Xiaogang nodded, feeling that it made a great deal of sense. With the book written in such detail, how could it be wrong?