No Useless Martial Souls...

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back. Though he wore a faded, well-washed robe, there was an air of calm indifference between his brows.

"Little San, are you all right?!" Old Jack, who had been shoved to the back and had not dared step forward, finally came to his senses. He hurried forward in alarm, pulled the mud-covered Tang San behind him, and then looked at the newcomer with a terrified expression.

The gatekeeper, who had just been pointing at Tang San's nose and hurling curses, first flashed a trace of contempt in his eyes when he saw the middle-aged man.

Everyone at Notting Academy knew that this so-called master was a useless wretch who could not even break through Rank Thirty and had mooched off the academy for food and drink.

But remembering the man's friendship with the headmaster, the gatekeeper forcibly squeezed out a fawning smile and unconsciously bent at the waist. "M-Master, why have you come out at this time?"

"Master?" Tang San's heart stirred. His left hand slowly moved away from the mechanism of his Sleeve Arrow, and his eyes gained a few more traces of scrutiny.

Yu Xiaogang did not even spare the bowing gatekeeper a proper glance. He merely frowned slightly and said in the tone of someone reprimanding a servant, "A gatekeeper's duty is to guard the academy, not to use his position to bully others. Step aside."

"Yes, yes, Master, you are right to reprimand me." The gatekeeper cursed him inwardly for putting on airs, then obediently retreated to the side.

After dismissing the gatekeeper, Yu Xiaogang finally turned around and looked at the disheveled Tang San and Old Jack.

He deliberately softened his tone and smiled. "Old sir, there is no need to be afraid. Could you let me take a look at the certificate Spirit Hall issued for this child?"

Old Jack nodded repeatedly and tremblingly handed over the certificate. "M-Master, please look. Spirit Hall really did issue this. We truly came here to enroll..."

Yu Xiaogang took the certificate with one hand. His gaze fell upon the paper, and the smile at the corner of his lips became increasingly obvious.

Yu Xiaogang put away the certificate, nodded to Old Jack, and said, "The certificate is fine. Old sir, you have had a fright. Leave the child to me."

Old Jack felt as though he had been granted amnesty. After thanking him repeatedly, he quickly turned and left, afraid of getting into more trouble.

Yu Xiaogang turned around, still clasping his hands behind his back, and began walking into the academy. "Follow me."

Tang San hesitated slightly, but still hurried after him.

The two walked along the path, and the surroundings gradually fell quiet.

"Your name is Tang San, correct?" Yu Xiaogang's tone carried a hint of certainty. "Innate Full Soul Power, yet your Martial Soul is a Blue Silver Grass. That is quite an interesting combination."

Tang San frowned slightly without answering, though a trace of wariness remained in his eyes.

Yu Xiaogang stopped walking, a knowing smile appearing on his face. "According to the Martial Soul theories I have researched for many years, the quality of a Martial Soul is directly proportional to the amount of Innate Soul Power. Even if we take a step back and consider a mutated Martial Soul, a standard useless Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass absolutely could not bear Innate Full Soul Power."

As he said this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes grew somewhat heated as he stared directly at Tang San. "Therefore, there is only one explanation: you have another Martial Soul. And it is an exceptionally powerful one!"

Tang San's pupils abruptly contracted, and his heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Twin Martial Souls—this was the greatest secret he carried. His father, Tang Hao, had repeatedly warned him never to let others know about it casually.

Yet this middle-aged man before him had merely glanced at the Martial Soul certificate a few times and had already seen through him completely.

Seeing the disbelief on Tang San's face, Yu Xiaogang maintained his lofty demeanor on the surface, but inwardly he was already overjoyed.

He had guessed correctly. It really was Twin Martial Souls.

Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart, suppressed for decades, was trembling.

As long as he could take this genius as his disciple, his theories, which had been mocked by the world, would receive the most perfect proof.

This child named Tang San was practically the finest tool Heaven had delivered to him, one that could completely prove he was not useless.

"Come. We can talk slowly in my office." The smile on Yu Xiaogang's lips deepened as he turned and continued leading the way, as though he could already see the day when he would become famous under the title of Master.

At this moment, on the main road outside Notting Academy, more than a hundred fully armed Spirit Hall Enforcement Team Spirit Masters had completely sealed off the broad street.

At the very center of the formation was a luxurious palanquin carried by eight Spirit Masters.

Qian Renyuan reclined against the wide cushioned seat, supporting his chin with one hand as he calmly looked ahead. Though he was merely a six-year-old child, the aura of superiority around him, one that regarded all things as ants, made even the surrounding air seem frozen.

Jiangmo Douluo stood half a step behind the palanquin like an unshakable god of slaughter. He released only the slightest trace of pressure, yet the temperature of the entire street plunged to freezing.

Walking at the front of the procession was Ma Xiunuo, the master of the Branch Hall.

This great figure, normally held in high esteem in Notting City, had his back drawn taut as he played the role of a dutiful servant clearing the way.

As Ma Xiunuo walked, he wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Inwardly, he had cursed that useless Yu Xiaogang countless times.

The Holy Son has made such a grand show of force. Notting Academy will probably be turned upside down today.

Qian Renyuan ignored the reverent gazes around him. With a thought, a system panel appeared before his eyes.

A line of scarlet text flashed upon the panel.

[Warning: Child of Destiny Tang San is about to take a master. Interception countdown: 00:10:00...]

Watching the red numbers steadily decrease, a pleased smile slowly curled across Qian Renyuan's face.

"Master..." He gave a soft laugh, his fingers tapping rhythmically and producing crisp sounds.

The Spirit Hall procession traveled without obstruction. Before long, the gates of Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy appeared at the end of the street.

Qian Renyuan looked at the countdown on the system panel and slightly raised his hand.

The procession of more than a hundred people stopped instantly, cold killing intent shrouding the entire academy.

Meanwhile, deep within the academy, Yu Xiaogang led Tang San into his office.

The room was small, and a faint smell of dust lingered in the air. The surrounding bookshelves were piled with disorderly manuscripts.

Though it looked somewhat shabby, in Tang San's eyes at that moment, this was precisely how a learned scholar devoted to research ought to appear.

Yu Xiaogang closed the door behind him. He felt that his condition had reached an unprecedented peak in his life.

For so many years, those lofty figures had all scoffed at his theories.

And now, an unrivaled genius with Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls stood before him, his eyes filled with reverence.

As long as he accepted this disciple, the entire continent would know the name Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang slowly turned around, habitually clasping his hands behind his back. He raised his chin slightly and looked calmly at Tang San.

"You must be thinking that since your Martial Soul is the Blue Silver Grass, a useless Martial Soul acknowledged by the entire continent, then what use is having Full Soul Power?"

Tang San lifted his head slightly. He did not speak to refute him, but the emotion in his eyes showed that he was waiting for Yu Xiaogang's answer.

Seeing Tang San's eager, teachable appearance, Yu Xiaogang felt immensely satisfied.

He took a deep breath and deliberately paused before delivering those famous words in a tone that seemed to proclaim the truth.

"Child, remember this. In this world..."

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters."