Sword Martial Soul: This Child is Crippled!

Tang San felt his temples throbbing.

He felt like something was off, but he just couldn't put his finger on it!

Yu Xiaogang was panting like an ox, his eyes bloodshot!

Seeing this, Su Chen continued, "Hey, Master Theorist, getting worked up already?"

"Don't be in such a rush, I haven't finished yet."

Yu Xiaogang didn't know what he meant, but it certainly didn't sound like anything good!

This place was not somewhere to linger!

If he let this bizarre brat keep spouting nonsense, the genius disciple he had worked so hard to swindle would be ruined!

He took a sharp breath, forcing himself into the demeanor of an aloof expert.

"A mere child is not worth discussing matters with."

"It matters not if you do not agree with my theories."

"As my personal disciple, Tang San will naturally prove everything to the world in the future."

With that, he flicked his sleeves and said to Tang San, "Tang San, let us go!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

Tang San shot a vicious glare at Su Chen, secretly clenching his fists.

"Once I obtain my first spirit ring, I will come back to reclaim the humiliation I suffered today."

After dropping this threat, the master and disciple scrambled out of Dormitory Seven, looking utterly defeated.

Su Chen did not stop them.

Chives, after all, needed to be harvested in batches; one couldn't cut them all at once.

As soon as the two left, the dormitory erupted in cheers!

"Boss is mighty!"

"Boss is awesome!"

Wang Sheng led the chant until his voice cracked.

Yu Xiaogang usually relied on his friendship with the Dean to slack off at the academy.

He looked at them, the work-study students, with more disdain than he would a stray dog on the side of the road.

Seeing him rendered speechless and fleeing in a panic by their new boss today was incredibly satisfying!

Su Chen accepted the flattery with a clear conscience!

With a flicker of his mind, he spent one point of abstraction value to redeem a set of royal-grade Ice Silkworm Silk Bedding from the system shop.

He handed it to Xiao Wu and said, "Little Rabbit, go help your boss make the bed."

Xiao Wu hugged the soft bedding, her rabbit teeth clicking together.

"I'm not called Little Rabbit! My name is Xiao Wu, the Wu of dancing!"

Despite her retort, she still ran off to make the bed, cheeks puffed out in anger.

A wise rabbit doesn't fight when at a disadvantage; making a bed was nothing.

A hundred-thousand-year spirit beast knew how to bend and stretch; she would never stubbornly resist when she needed to bow her head!

Wang Sheng and the others stared, their eyes wide as they watched Su Chen conjure items out of thin air.

"Boss... is that the legendary storage spirit tool?"

Su Chen neither confirmed nor denied it.

A system space, after all, could be considered a storage spirit tool.

Wang Sheng asked cautiously from beside Su Chen, "Boss, are you perhaps a young master from some great noble family?"

Su Chen rubbed his chin and made up a story on the spot.

"The old man at home is too strict, so I snuck out on my own to experience life."

Inventing an illusory family would make it easier to pull system items out of thin air in the future.

Xiao Wu's ears twitched, and her face turned slightly pale.

Thinking back to how Su Chen had called her Little Rabbit, could he have seen through her true form?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

How could a little brat see through the disguise of a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast!

Xiao Wu patted her flat chest, quickly shaking off the terrifying thought.

And at this moment!

On a large tree outside Notting Academy.

A burly man draped in a tattered black robe, reeking of pungent, low-quality ale, stood upon the treetop.

A gust of wind blew past, lifting his hood to reveal a stubbly, weather-beaten face.

He carried a wine gourd in his hand, his gaze piercing through Dormitory Seven and locking firmly onto Su Chen.

"That sword... that bizarre soul skill..." Tang Hao took a deep swig of cheap ale, a terrifying glint flashing in his eyes.

Everything that had just transpired in Dormitory Seven had been within his perception.

The opportunity of a hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast was perfect for Little San.

But that brat who had appeared out of nowhere was truly wicked!

As the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, he found himself completely unable to see through the kid's methods!

No powerful soul power suppression, no mental shock?

What exactly was it?

"Could he be a monster secretly cultivated by Spirit Hall?" Tang Hao crushed the wooden stopper of his wine gourd.

"To dare let my son suffer such a humiliating disgrace..."

A streak of dark red killing intent spread from beneath his feet, causing the surrounding leaves to instantly wither and fall.

The phantom of a massive black hammer flickered in and out of existence behind him.

Soon, the hammer's phantom dissipated!

That kid's methods were too demonic, and his own internal injuries had yet to heal.

Spirit Hall's mad dogs were everywhere; for the sake of Little San's safety, he would swallow this grievance for now.

"I'll spare your life for the moment..." Tang Hao took one last deep look at the direction of Dormitory Seven, and his figure slowly vanished into thin air.

On the other side!

After Tang San and Yu Xiaogang fled from Dormitory Seven, Yu Xiaogang led Tang San back to his dusty, cluttered office piled high with old manuscripts.

After locking the doors and windows, Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from Tang San.

"Little San, are you willing to trust your teacher?"

Tang San stood straight, his tone resolute: "A teacher for a day is a father for life. If I do not trust you, Teacher, who else could I trust?"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yu Xiaogang turned abruptly, excitedly pulling Tang San into an embrace.

So what if he hadn't taken Su Chen as a disciple!

As long as he had Tang San, with his innate full soul power, he could still prove his invincible theories to the world!

Once Little San became a Title Douluo, that brat Su Chen would surely kneel on the ground, weeping bitterly and regretting everything he had done today.

Feeling this embrace, which was as warm as a father's, Tang San's eyes grew slightly moist.

"Little San, you have innate full soul power and have met the conditions to absorb your first soul ring." Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San's shoulder firmly: "Rest well today; tomorrow, I will take you to obtain your first soul ring."

Tang San nodded in agreement.

Immediately after!

Yu Xiaogang lowered his voice and spoke: "Little San, release your second martial soul and let me see it."

Tang San hesitated for half a second; his father had warned him never to reveal it.

But facing this teacher he had just pledged loyalty to, he suppressed those concerns.

He flattened his right hand and channeled his internal energy.

Black light gathered, and a small dark iron hammer engraved with complex patterns appeared in his palm.

Yu Xiaogang gasped, staring fixedly at the hammer.

"This... this is!"

The surname is Tang, and the martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer!

It must be that man's son, there was no mistake.

Tang San asked curiously: "Teacher, do you recognize this martial soul of mine?"

"Put it away, quickly!" Yu Xiaogang grabbed Tang San's wrist and whispered.

"Remember your teacher's words: from this day forward, no matter what crisis you encounter, you must never expose this martial soul to anyone! And do not add any soul rings to it!"

Tang San's heart shook violently!

Wasn't this exactly what his father had told him?

Even the secret his father guarded so fiercely had been seen through by his teacher at a single glance, who even provided the exact same solution.

Such knowledge and insight were truly beyond the reach of ordinary men.

Recalling the words Su Chen had used to belittle his teacher in the dormitory, Tang San sneered inwardly.

That brat is nothing but a frog in a well, looking down on others with dog eyes.

"Rest assured, Teacher, your disciple will keep this firmly in mind!"

Tang San cupped his fists solemnly.

Yu Xiaogang nodded in gratification, the stifled frustration caused by Su Chen's retort swept away in an instant.

With this hammer in hand, why should he have to endure such indignity!

Seeing the atmosphere turn harmonious, Tang San subtly brought up Su Chen's uncontrollable kneeling soul skill.

Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment; Su Chen actually already possessed a century-level soul ring?

Didn't that make his previous grandstanding look like a clown's performance?

Wait?

A sword martial soul, and the first soul skill is to force others to kneel?

Yu Xiaogang patted the top of Tang San's head on the spot and burst into laughter.

Tang San was confused, so Yu Xiaogang explained to him, "Little San, do you know what the core advantage of a sword martial soul is?"

Tang San was no fool and answered directly, "Is it attack power?"

"Exactly!"

Yu Xiaogang nodded in approval. "Swords represent slaughter; that renowned Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is the best example."

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone filled with condescending pity.

"This is the consequence of absorbing soul rings blindly! According to my core theory, not only is his first soul skill useless, but he has also ruined the attack potential of his sword martial soul. Little San, from now on, your soul ring combinations will be personally overseen by me, your teacher. I will ensure you reach the very pinnacle!"

To reinforce his status in Tang San's heart, Yu Xiaogang continued.

"As for that kind of low-class control skill, it relies entirely on soul power level suppression."

"Once you obtain your first soul ring and your soul power undergoes a qualitative change, such petty tricks will naturally crumble on their own."

A sharp glint erupted in Tang San's eyes, and the gloom weighing on his heart vanished.

So, that Su Chen had already ruined his own future.

Once I obtain my first soul ring, I will make Su Chen pay back the humiliation of being forced to kneel in public and the insult to my teacher a hundredfold!