Yu Xiaogang Showed Off and Wanted to Take Disciples

The journey from Holy Soul Village to Notting City was not a short one.

Though Old Jack was advanced in years, he was full of energy.

All along the way, he kept nagging the two children with reminders.

"When you get to the academy, listen to your teachers. Don't fight with your classmates."

"Don't skimp on food. Growing up is what matters."

"Even though you're work-study students, we must have ambition!"

Tang San's ears were practically growing calluses from hearing all this.

Though he knew it came from a place of kindness, he could not help finding it somewhat tedious.

He secretly glanced at Lin Chuan beside him, only to find that Lin Chuan's expression was calm.

There was even a faint smile at the corner of his big brother's lips.

Every now and then, he nodded and responded to Old Jack.

Tang San's heart abruptly tightened.

Was Big Brother Lin cultivating his state of mind?

That was it!

[The General Outline of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record stated: Even if Mount Tai collapsed before one's eyes, one's expression should not change.]

Big Brother Lin had integrated cultivation into every detail of his daily life.

Faced with an elder's nagging, he neither rushed nor grew impatient.

He was tempering his patience and nurturing his state of mind.

Yet I had actually felt a trace of annoyance. I had truly fallen short!

At that thought, Tang San took a deep breath.

He forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Imitating Lin Chuan, he respectfully listened to Old Jack's teachings.

Seeing Tang San suddenly adopt such a solemn, dignified expression, Lin Chuan found it rather amusing.

At last, the gates of Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy appeared before them.

The enormous archway was imposing and grand.

Old Jack straightened his clothes and led the two children forward, only to be stopped by a young gatekeeper.

"What are you doing? Country bumpkins, stay back!"

The gatekeeper looked down his nose at them, his face full of disdain.

Old Jack forced a smile and took out their certificate.

"Little brother, we're from Holy Soul Village. These two children are this year's work-study students from our village. We've come to register."

"Holy Soul Village?"

The gatekeeper looked as though he had heard a joke.

He snatched the certificate away, glanced at it, and said mockingly,

"A soul master from that kind of poor backwater?"

"And innately full soul power? Two of them?"

"That's even more ridiculous. I've seen a thing or two—can a golden phoenix really fly out of a chicken coop? This certificate must be fake!"

As he spoke, he was about to throw the certificate onto the ground. He even reached out to shove Old Jack.

Old Jack's beard trembled with anger. "How can you insult people like that?!"

A cold glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. His left hand lowered slightly, and the sleeve arrow was already cocked.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect,

he could endure other people's scorn, but he could never tolerate anyone insulting his elders.

Much less allow anyone to insult his big brother!

However, before Tang San could make a move, an even faster figure stepped in front of Old Jack.

It was Lin Chuan.

He said nothing, merely staring quietly at the gatekeeper.

The next instant!

An invisible yet incomparably sharp aura

erupted violently from Lin Chuan's slender body!

It was sword intent!

Lin Chuan possessed both the Chaotic Cloak Sword Dance and the Clear Sky Divine Sword martial soul!

With merely a glance,

he made the gatekeeper feel as though blades and swords were pressed against his body!

"Ah..."

The gatekeeper's legs gave out. His entire body shook, and he could not even speak.

Tang San's pupils abruptly constricted.

The hand he had just raised instantly dropped.

What terrifying pressure!

This was not killing intent, but a domineering sword intent!

Big Brother Lin had not even used his martial soul. With willpower alone, he had caused this gatekeeper's mind to collapse.

Was this Big Brother's strength?

Was he telling me that against such a petty man, there was no need to dirty my hands? I only needed to crush him with my presence?

Just then, a somewhat hoarse, low voice came from inside the gates.

"Enough. Stop."

Lin Chuan immediately withdrew his aura and turned to look.

A man of average height and somewhat thin build walked out.

He had short black hair and an ordinary face, his hands clasped behind his back.

There was a distinctive air of decadence around him.

Yet when his eyes opened and closed, a trace of sharpness flickered within them.

Seeing the newcomer, the terrified gatekeeper seemed to have found a savior.

He scrambled to his feet and bowed respectfully.

"Master! You're back."

"Master?"

Old Jack and Tang San were both stunned.

The middle-aged man called Master merely nodded indifferently.

He did not pay attention to the gatekeeper.

Instead, he walked straight to Old Jack, bent down, and picked up the certificate from the ground.

He also brushed the dust from it.

"Sir, I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what happened just now."

Master's voice was calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was pleased or angry.

"These two children's certificates are genuine. Leave them to me."

Old Jack was overwhelmed by the favor. A Master was apologizing to him.

Frightened, he hurriedly thanked him.

Master turned around, his gaze sweeping over Tang San and Lin Chuan.

When he saw Tang San, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes.

But when his gaze landed on Lin Chuan, that surprise became deep solemnity.

That sword intent which had erupted in that instant!

Even he, a twenty-ninth-rank Grand Soul Master, had felt a trace of apprehension.

"You two little fellows came to study at Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, correct?"

Master stood with his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, putting on an inscrutable air.

"I've read your certificates. Your talents are not bad. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

Lin Chuan looked at this pretentious fool before him, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fought back laughter.

So this was Yu Xiaogang.

The man who claimed to be invincible in theory, but was actually a failure who could never break through rank thirty for life because his martial soul mutation had failed.

And he had even produced the classic line: "I taught a god!"

Of course, he really had taught Tang San, a god.

But Lin Chuan understood perfectly well:

Yu Xiaogang had been able to teach a god because Tang San himself was an overpowered cheat, and because he had consumed so many immortal herbs.

Yu Xiaogang's role was more that of an early guide.

And when hunting Tang San's first soul ring, he had nearly been bitten to death by a mandala snake. If Tang San had not relied on cheats, he probably could only have used a ten-year Lone Bamboo as his first soul ring.

As for that line, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

Lin Chuan only wanted to mock him. You can't even cultivate past that point yourself—do you honestly believe that motivational drivel?

If Tang San had not later given him immortal herbs, he would have remained nothing more than a Grand Soul Master for the rest of his life.

However...

Lin Chuan's eyes shifted.

Since he intended to be a slacker, finding Tang San a nanny and coach was essential.

Though Yu Xiaogang was terrible in actual combat, his theoretical knowledge truly was extensive.

After all, he had inherited the knowledge of both the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Soul Hall.

If he went and tormented... no, taught Tang San, would that not give Lin Chuan a perfectly legitimate excuse to slack off?

"Are you Master?"

Lin Chuan put on a curious expression.

"But the gatekeeper just said that a golden phoenix cannot fly out of a grass nest."

Master smiled faintly, a trace of pride appearing in his eyes. "The eyes of the mundane world are often shallow. True geniuses never need to be judged by their origins."

At that moment, his pretentious aura was at full force.

Tang San was clearly taken in by that act.

He looked at Master, admiration showing in his eyes.

This teacher really knew how to speak!