But was Tang San really cursed with a useless martial soul?
Blue Silver Grass was indeed weak in the hands of ordinary people, but Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was the Blue Silver Emperor.
The Clear Sky Hammer was the number one tool martial soul on the continent.
And he had Innate Full Soul Power...
With such a setup, what teacher could possibly fail to teach him?
And even if no one taught him,
he would still become a god.
What about Huo Yuhao?
The Spirit Eye was indeed weak in its early stages.
But it was an exceedingly rare mutated martial soul.
Moreover, the Body Martial Soul possessed limitless potential.
Later, he even had the Ice Empress, with four hundred thousand years of cultivation, as his second martial soul.
Not to mention that Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, Electrolux, the Ice Empress, and the Snow Empress were all within him.
So how much did his success really have to do with Zhou Yi's teaching ability?
Tang Wulin was the same.
A martial soul combination like the Blue Silver Emperor and the Golden Dragon King.
And the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul...
It would have been a top-tier martial soul in any era.
With Wu Changkong teaching him, he could become strong.
With another teacher teaching him...
He would still become strong.
Han Li could only sneer inwardly at that.
Tang San, Huo Yuhao, and Tang Wulin might have encountered some setbacks early on, and their talent might not have been obvious.
But each of their potentials was more terrifying than the last—terrifyingly obvious to the naked eye.
A student like that, placed in any class...
Could never be buried.
So how exactly had they been categorized among those with useless martial souls?
And even if it had not been discovered early on,
surely some signs would have shown later, right?
So just how shameless did someone have to be to keep deceiving themselves and say things like, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters"?
In the end, the opening ceremony was declared over after the principal's speech.
The students of each class followed their respective homeroom teachers away from the field and headed to their classrooms.
The students of Class One were high-spirited.
Meanwhile, in Class Five's direction, Wu Changkong walked ahead expressionlessly, followed by a group of dejected freshmen, forming a stark contrast to Class One's atmosphere.
Class One's curriculum was quite ordinary.
It consisted of theory and cultivation.
Theory classes were held in the morning, while cultivation classes took place in the afternoon.
The schedule was packed, but the pace was not intense. To Han Li, it even felt rather easy.
Han Li was already quite satisfied with that.
After all, he had no desire to experience Shrek's unique Running Training Method, which had existed for twenty thousand years.
That Running Training Method...
Had existed since twenty thousand years ago.
It had continued all the way to the present.
It was said that every generation of Shrek Academy students had to undergo that hellish running training.
Then, through weight-bearing, endurance, and pushing themselves to the limit, they would constantly break through their limits and eventually grow into top-tier powerhouses.
Though he did not know why other academies could not replicate this Running Training Method, which could cultivate several gods.
Logically speaking...
Since Shrek Academy had used this training method for twenty thousand years without abolishing it, and it had indeed produced countless powerhouses, even god-level beings...
There should have been something uniquely effective about it.
And for other academies to replicate this method...
It should not have been difficult.
After all, it was only running. Who could not do that?
But in reality, no other academy on the continent had ever truly adopted this method.
As for that, Han Li felt...
It was probably better not to use it.
It was hard to say how useful this thing really was.
After all...
Those few who became gods had never lacked opportunities.
Tang San had encountered countless fortuitous opportunities and received help from benefactors throughout his path of growth.
Huo Yuhao's experiences had been filled with all sorts of coincidences and fate's favor.
Tang Wulin even possessed the Golden Dragon King Origin and the identity of the Divine Realm's crown prince.
Their success...
Was it truly due to the Running Training Method, or to those heaven-defying opportunities? Probably no one could say for sure.
So it was better to attend class properly.
A week later.
Gu Yue also arrived at Eastsea Academy.
Three years ago, just like in the original story, Gu Yuena had appeared in Aolai City under the identity of Na'er.
A little girl with silver hair and purple eyes had wandered the streets alone, with no identification whatsoever.
But there was one slight difference from the original story.
That was, when Gu Yuena was still Na'er,
Tang Wulin had failed to take Na'er away.
In the original story...
Tang Wulin had possessed the Golden Dragon King's aura within him, which had created a certain special attraction for Na'er.
That was why Tang Wulin had ultimately brought her home.
But in this life, things were completely different.
Or rather, Tang Wulin, who no longer possessed the Golden Dragon King's aura, could no longer attract Na'er.
In Na'er's eyes, he was merely an ordinary boy with Twin Martial Souls, with nothing worth noticing.
As for Na'er's attention...
It had fallen upon someone else.
Thus, as the orphan Na'er had set her sights on...
Han Li sent Na'er to another orphanage under Tang Wulin's envious gaze.
That afternoon, on his way back to his residence from Red Mountain Academy, Han Li encountered Na'er at the entrance of an alley.
A little girl was crouching by the wall, thinly clad and looking lost, like an abandoned kitten.
The moment she saw Han Li approaching, her purple eyes lit up. Then she stared straight at him, her gaze carrying an indescribable meaning.
Han Li stopped walking.
He knew what that meant.
Gu Yuena, who had now become Na'er, had sensed the Golden Dragon King's aura from him and thus set her sights on him.
Tang Wulin stood not far behind Han Li and saw Na'er as well.
He froze for a moment, then looked at Han Li with some hesitation, seemingly waiting for Han Li's decision.
There was a trace of envy in his eyes.
He also wanted such a beautiful little sister.
But Na'er had never looked at him.
Han Li did not say much. He stepped forward and asked Na'er a few simple questions.
No name, no family, no place to live.
It was exactly the same situation as in the original story.
Only the target had changed to him.
So Han Li took Na'er to an orphanage in Eastsea City.
The conditions at this orphanage were quite good.
The director was a kind middle-aged woman. Seeing Na'er's state, she immediately hugged the child with heartache.
After completing the formalities, Han Li turned and left.
At the end, Na'er stood at the orphanage entrance, her purple eyes fixed on his retreating back...
Until that figure disappeared around the street corner.
On his way back to the academy, Han Li walked slowly.
He knew what he had done, and he knew what consequences it might bring in the future.
Although he had taken the Golden Dragon King for himself,
he considered himself human.
A pure human.
His body was human.
His heart and nature were human.
No matter how one looked at it...
He was a human.
Therefore, no matter what...
He would never be with a soul beast.
After all, humans were humans, and soul beasts were soul beasts.
All things possessed spirit, and all living beings were equal.
But that was merely a beautiful ideal.
In the real world...
Humans were humans, beasts were beasts, and the boundary between them was clear.
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