Golden Cudgel Martial Soul, but Xiaogang Called It an Embroidery Needle

Outside Nuoding Academy, two middle-aged men stopped a six-year-old child.

"Your martial soul is just an embroidery needle. Your Innate Soul Power is below rank three. The only thing you're good for is going back to the village and learning a trade from some auntie."

"You can become a tailor and still support yourself. Don't even think about entering the academy."

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, giving his advice with considerable authority.

Bai Yi nearly laughed out loud. He had been transmigrated for so long.

He had only wanted to enter an academy and learn more about this world.

Instead, he had encountered Yu Xiaogang, the teacher Tang God King supposedly respected most.

He truly lived up to his reputation.

Bai Yi said seriously,

"Master, I don't want to be a tailor. I want to become a soul master. What's wrong with an embroidery needle? Didn't you say there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned.

"The purpose of an embroidery needle is to be used by a tailor. You simply can't become a soul master. You can't even be called useless."

"Go back obediently. You can never become a soul master."

"I'm only saying this for your own good."

Bai Yi clicked his tongue softly.

"But Master, my martial soul isn't an embroidery needle. Could you have mistaken it? Or do you simply not recognize it?"

Upon hearing that, the middle-aged gatekeeper beside him immediately flew into a rage.

"You little brat who doesn't know his place! How dare you question Master Yu Xiaogang!

"Master is the continent's greatest theorist. There's no martial soul he doesn't know!"

The furious gatekeeper rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to attack.

Yu Xiaogang raised a hand to stop him, but his expression darkened.

Martial soul theory was something he had studied his entire life. If a six-year-old child questioned him—

wouldn't that make him a joke?

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang coldly rebuked him,

"On this continent, there is no martial soul I do not recognize!"

"An embroidery needle is an embroidery needle. If you're an embroidery needle for a day, you'll be an embroidery needle for life!"

Bai Yi chuckled and tossed the "embroidery needle" in his hand toward Yu Xiaogang.

"Master, open your eyes and look carefully. Is this really an embroidery needle? Grow!"

The moment the word "grow" left his mouth,

the embroidery needle in midair flashed and instantly expanded hundreds of times, becoming a massive golden pillar.

It smashed straight down toward Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened. Caught completely off guard, he was pinned to the ground.

His hands clutched the pillar as his face turned red from exertion, trying to lift it away.

But the rod weighed as much as a thousand jin. Even using all his strength, he could not budge it in the slightest.

What was even stranger was that the rod clearly had not changed, yet he felt the weight pressing on him growing heavier and heavier.

"What... is this?!"

Yu Xiaogang's face was bright red, whether from the pressure or from shame, no one knew.

"Teacher!"

At that moment, Tang San, who had been standing some distance away from Yu Xiaogang, rushed over. He hurriedly summoned several strands of Blue Silver Grass and tried to pull the golden pillar away.

But it was still useless.

Bai Yi walked over to the two of them and said with a smile,

"Master, let me ask you a question. Right now, there is one useless martial soul and one useless soul master here. One of them is real.

"Which one do you think it is?"

"You... you, let me go."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, his face nearly turning purple.

Bai Yi shook his head. "Boring."

With a curl of his finger, the Golden Cudgel shrank as it flew back into Bai Yi's palm.

Once it had returned to the size of an embroidery needle, he tucked it into his ear.

Then he glanced at the dumbfounded gatekeeper beside him.

The gatekeeper swallowed and hurriedly ran off, no longer daring to block him.

As Bai Yi walked away, he said,

"Master, you were right. There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Useless for a day, useless for life."

"Stop right there!"

A shout halted Bai Yi's steps.

Bai Yi turned around and found that Tang San had called out to him.

Tang San's expression was filled with anger.

In his previous life, as a disciple of the Tang Sect, he had always strictly followed the Tang Sect's rules.

Respecting one's teacher was etched into his bones. He would never allow anyone to insult his teacher!

"How dare you disrespect my teacher like this? I challenge you to a duel. If you lose, you must apologize to my teacher!"

"Huh?"

Bai Yi looked puzzled, then spread his hands helplessly.

"I only wanted to attend school. Your teacher stopped me because he lacked the ability to judge me, and he even insulted my martial soul."

"I merely displayed my martial soul. I'm only six years old—how was I supposed to know your teacher couldn't even lift it?"

"Tang San, is the teacher you chose really any good?"

At those words, hesitation flashed across Tang San's face, but he quickly became resolute again.

"A teacher for one day, a father for life! Make your move!"

After saying that, Tang San immediately revealed his yellow hundred-year Soul Ring.

The Blue Silver Grass under his control spread in great numbers, rapidly surging toward Bai Yi.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Bai Yi looked at the blue vines constantly pouring toward him like octopus tentacles, his eyes filled with disgust.

He did not want that thing touching him.

He silently thought, Ruyi Golden Cudgel, grow.

Just as the vines were about to trap him,

a streak of golden light shot through the gaps between them.

The golden light was incredibly fast. Tang San's Purple Demon Eye could barely make out that it was an extending round rod.

But he had no time to dodge.

With a bang,

the rod slammed fiercely into Tang San's abdomen.

The violent impact bent his body like a lobster and sent him flying backward.

He finally crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough. How could this be? What martial soul is this?"

Tang San clutched his chest, unable to bear the pain, his eyes full of disbelief.

In his previous life, he had been the most gifted disciple of the Tang Sect, and he also possessed the number one tool martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.

How had he been defeated in a single strike by a six-year-old child after obtaining his first Soul Ring?

Could his teacher have been lying?

At that moment, the suffering Tang San developed a trace of doubt toward Yu Xiaogang.

Bai Yi recalled the Golden Cudgel and could not be bothered to say anything more to Tang San.

After all, Tang San still had Tang Hao, the Title Douluo who forged iron every day, behind him.

Bai Yi still could not afford to provoke him, so he could not beat Tang San too badly.

Otherwise, it would be dangerous if that guy came looking for him.

Bai Yi recalled his past memories.

In his previous life, he had been a modern person. After getting hit by a truck, he came to this continent.

But he had not transmigrated directly into a "person." Instead, he had become a stone.

At the time, he had possessed only faint consciousness, and it was unknown how many years before he regained the ability to think.

Yet during that long solitude, all he could do was sleep again and again.

The only beings he encountered were soul beasts, and at first he had thought they were merely ordinary wild animals.

It was not until he saw people hunt them and produce Soul Rings

that he recalled the Douluo Continent novel he had read in his previous life.

But there was no way to verify it.

Then, one month ago, he had finally broken free from the stone.

And discovered that he had become a monkey!

More precisely, a Lingming Stone Monkey.

Yet he could easily transform into a human, and no one could detect it.

He also possessed an innate martial soul within his mind.

Ruyi Golden Cudgel!