I Reincarnated with the Tang Wulin Template and Took Tang San as My Disciple

Douluo Continent, Fasnuo Province, Notting City.

Tang Wulin stood there with mixed feelings, watching the people coming and going at Notting Academy.

For a moment, his emotions were somewhat complicated. Tang Wulin had crossed over to Douluo Continent because of an accident and had even awakened a system.

This should have been an incomparably joyous occasion. With the system's help, he was destined to become a powerhouse, ascend to the peak of Douluo Continent, wield the power of the world while awake, embrace beauties while drunk, become a god, and enjoy a long, leisurely life.

But the system he awakened was precisely the unreliable kind. It left behind a Tang Wulin template before disappearing without a trace, abandoning him completely.

Tang Wulin was utterly dumbfounded. After the system ran away for ten years, sixteen-year-old Tang Wulin had relied on his Blue Silver Emperor martial soul and Golden Dragon King bloodline to raise his Soul Power to rank fifty-nine. He was only one step away from obtaining his sixth Soul Ring and becoming a Soul Emperor.

Tang Wulin had appeared in Notting City today specifically to take Tang San as his disciple and cultivate the future Sea God and Asura God into his own people.

That was right. Tang Wulin had no intention of opposing Tang San, nor did he plan to torment him. He intended to raise Tang San into his good disciple.

Tang San was a thoroughly orthodox feudal warrior. To Tang San, the hierarchy of heaven, earth, ruler, family, and teacher was law—the bottom line.

In the original story, Yu Xiaogang had been merely a rank-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. Yet after taking Tang San as his disciple, he had ultimately become a rank-ninety-three Titled Douluo.

To say that Tang San had treated Yu Xiaogang badly was nothing more than malicious slander.

Tang Wulin also believed that he was more suited than Yu Xiaogang to teach Tang San, so Tang San should obediently become his disciple.

As for whether Tang San would acknowledge him as his teacher, Tang Wulin was still confident about that. Even Yu Xiaogang had managed to fool Tang San into becoming his disciple in the original story.

At sixteen, he was rank fifty-nine, and his martial soul was the Blue Silver Emperor. Could he really be unable to take Tang San as his disciple?

Besides, Tang San was no fool. Would he choose a useless man who conned and deceived people all his life, did nothing but cling to plagiarized theories, and could never break through rank twenty-nine in Soul Power as his teacher—or choose this sixteen-year-old genius who had already reached rank fifty-nine and possessed a bright future? Tang San would naturally be able to make his own judgment.

And would Tang Wulin give Yu Xiaogang a chance to approach Tang San?

Of course not.

"Young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. This child is a work-study student sent here by our village..."

Not far away, a hunched old man led a boy who looked utterly ordinary, yet had bright eyes, to the entrance of Notting Academy. He pulled out a martial soul certificate and handed it to the gatekeeper.

"He's here!"

Seeing the old man and the boy, Tang Wulin's lips curled up, and he nodded in satisfaction. He knew that the person he had been waiting for had arrived.

This old man should be Old Jack, who had served as the grandfather of countless protagonists in Douluo fan novels. As for the boy who looked ordinary but had dazzlingly bright eyes, he should be the Tang San he had been waiting for.

Should he walk over and take Tang San as his disciple like Yu Xiaogang?

Tang Wulin pondered for a moment before ultimately shaking his head. That would be too deliberate.

Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls: the Blue Silver Grass carrying the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline and the Clear Sky Hammer.

As for Tang Wulin, his martial soul was the Blue Silver Emperor. He only needed to reveal a trace of his aura, and Tang San, who possessed the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, would definitely be able to sense it.

If Tang San failed to sense it, Tang Wulin could still step forward and take him as his disciple afterward.

If he was going to do it, he should do it. Hesitation would accomplish nothing.

Tang Wulin immediately released the aura of his Blue Silver Emperor.

The next moment, Tang San, who had originally intended to teach the gatekeeper a lesson for insulting them, suddenly stiffened and froze in place.

Tang San subconsciously turned his head and looked over, only to see an incomparably handsome figure standing not far away.

He had black hair billowing in the wind, his hair tie falling onto his back and revealing a face of extreme handsomeness. His long eyelashes framed eyes as clear as bottomless, icy pools.

That deeply familiar aura was emanating from this person.

He's so handsome. Why would I feel as if I've known him for years, or even feel reverence toward him, when this is the first time we've met?

And why did seeing him even make me think of Father...?

The Blue Silver Emperor naturally suppressed Blue Silver Grass. All Blue Silver Grass was the Blue Silver Emperor's subjects, so it was perfectly normal for Tang San to feel reverence, or even a deeper stirring in his heart.

"Hmph. Our Notting Academy isn't a charity. Holy Soul Village? I say it's more like Beggar Village."

"Get lost! Hurry up and get lost!"

The gatekeeper looked at Old Jack and Tang San before him with disgust, his face full of disdain. He had worked at Notting Academy for several years and had seen quite a few martial souls.

Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power—what a joke!

"Child, your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and you have Innate Full Soul Power?"

"Old sir, could you let me take a look at the martial soul certificate in your hand?"

Seeing that the gatekeeper was still making things difficult, Tang Wulin knew it was time to act. As a rank-fifty-nine Soul King powerhouse who had even mastered the Blue Silver Domain, his senses were far beyond those of ordinary people. He could feel a slightly hurried breath coming from not far away.

If his guess was correct, it should be Yu Xiaogang, who had been hiding in the shadows all along.

Tang Wulin immediately strode over on his long legs and arrived before Old Jack and Tang San.

Tang Wulin was handsome to begin with and carried an air of nobility. The moment he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.

Tang San's gaze was fixed firmly on Tang Wulin. The agitation of his bloodline made him subconsciously want to draw closer to Tang Wulin and become familiar with this handsome big brother before him.

"Yes, yes, sir. This is Xiao San's martial soul certificate."

Seeing Tang Wulin's handsome, noble appearance, Old Jack had initially been extremely nervous. Anyone could see that he was a noble young master.

But after hearing Tang Wulin's gentle voice and sensing his kind attitude, Old Jack still handed over the martial soul certificate in his possession.

"It really is Blue Silver Grass. However, yours isn't ordinary Blue Silver Grass. It's the same kind of Blue Silver Grass as mine."

"Child, your name is Tang San, right? Would you like to become my disciple?"

"My name is Tang Wulin. As luck would have it, we both have the surname Tang."

"Speaking of which, we're quite fated. My martial soul is also Blue Silver Grass, but it's the emperor among Blue Silver Grass!"

"The Blue Silver Emperor!"

Tang Wulin pretended to examine the certificate in his hand before returning it to Old Jack.

Then he bent down and crouched before Tang San. A smile appeared on his handsome face, and the stirring of their bloodlines made Tang San's heart race wildly.

Tang San had never experienced this feeling before. It was truly difficult for him to say no to this handsome man before him.

"I... I'm willing!"

"I'm willing to become Teacher's disciple."

Tang San reluctantly tore his gaze away from Tang Wulin. Without the slightest hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed three times.

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