Xiao Wu's Three Questions

Xiao Wu watched Tang Chuan's retreating figure with a sense of bewilderment. She genuinely felt as if she had met him somewhere before, but since he didn't seem to recognize her, she must have been mistaken.

"Xiao Wu, the moment I saw you, I noticed three problems. First, this is my teacher; you should call him Teacher Tang Chuan instead of 'big brother.' Second, your outdated way of flirting wouldn't even work on my great-grandfather. Third, my teacher is only worthy of the most virtuous woman!"

Tang San pointed out Xiao Wu's issues directly. Since his godfather had told him not to harbor murderous intent without reason, a bit of verbal sparring was a good alternative.

As a member of the Bashu Tang Sect, Tang San was accustomed to a life of blades and shadows, but he hadn't expected that engaging in a war of words could be so satisfying.

Seeing Xiao Wu stunned into silence by his words, Tang San felt a secret thrill.

"I don't like him! I just felt like he looked familiar, that's all. Are you suffering from some kind of syndrome?"

Xiao Wu's eyes turned red at the remark. After snapping back at him, she turned around and ran into the dormitory.

Tang San shrugged, not bothering to explain. Xiao Wu was nowhere near worthy of his godfather. If he had to choose, he preferred someone with a slender figure, preferably with blue hair—that would match his godfather perfectly.

Upon entering Dorm Seven, Tang San first glanced at Xiao Wu, who was hiding under her covers and sobbing, then looked at Wang Sheng, who gazed at him with awe.

"They're all just children. It's much more comfortable being with my godfather."

Tang San sat cross-legged on his bed alone and began to circulate his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

The more he practiced, the more Tang San felt that his godfather was born for the Tang Sect. Not only did he learn the techniques from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record instantly, but his methods of application were also nearly identical to his own.

Tang San even had the illusion that he was teaching his future self. It was a strange feeling, but one he thoroughly enjoyed.

"With me and my godfather, revitalizing the Tang Sect in this world is just around the corner!"

Meanwhile, in the faculty dormitory.

Tang Chuan had already returned to his high-end private room.

As soon as he entered, he couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

With a surge of soul power, Tang Chuan was enveloped in blue light. The Blue Silver Emperor in his hand moved without wind, its golden veins radiating a rich aura of life.

Several vines of the Blue Silver Emperor grew rapidly, fueled by his soul power, slowly wrapping around Tang Chuan to protect him.

At the same time, the six soul rings—disguised by the Blue Silver Domain as yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—manifested.

Soul power surged within his body as the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline circulated. In the depths of his consciousness, Tang Chuan felt a faint, intricate connection to the vast ocean.

"Is this... the Sea God Divine Trial phase beginning?"

As he continued his cultivation, Tang Chuan was surprised to discover that he had gained something—wasn't this Sea God Affinity?

It seemed that starting from the seventh soul ring, he would gradually accumulate affinity. However, it certainly wouldn't mean he would immediately inherit the Sea God's divinity upon obtaining nine soul rings; after all, the affinity he just gained was far from substantial.

When Tang San defeated Yu Xiaogang and obtained that belt earlier, Tang Chuan had felt his template grow once more. This confirmed that the further he went, the more he needed to change Tang San's path.

As for the early soul skills of the Blue Silver Grass, like Binding or Parasite, Tang Chuan couldn't be bothered to use them. Later on, wouldn't it be more satisfying to use a hammer, a fork, or a blade?

Boom!

A wave of air rippled out from Tang Chuan's body, but thanks to the gentle field of the Blue Silver Domain, the furniture remained intact.

Level Sixty-Nine!

He was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to level seventy and unlocking his Martial Soul Avatar.

Tang Chuan's eyes flickered slightly. The feeling of not needing to cultivate around the clock was incredible. By guiding Tang San well, he gained cultivation progress, and he could even bully "Gangzi" on the side.

Speaking of which, in his past life, Tang Chuan hated Gangzi the most.

The man spouted all sorts of absurd, pretentious nonsense that even Tang Chuan, as an old veteran, found unbearable.

But there was no help for it; that was how the "Romance Continent" worked. Why Bibi Dong loved Gangzi, and why Liu Erlong loved him, Tang Chuan couldn't fathom.

A man with a flat-top haircut, constantly spouting flowery nonsense, stealing theories and passing them off as his own after minor tweaks—it was pathetic.

Moreover, in the original work, his help to Tang San was virtually zero. Aside from the equipment he provided at the start and a minor improvement to the meditation technique, there was nothing else to speak of.

"It seems the matters regarding Ah Yin and the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well need to be put on the schedule."

Wisdom flickered in Tang Chuan's azure eyes. If he wanted to make Tang San stronger, a trip to the Blue Silver Ancestral Land was essential. However, Tang San's soul power level was still too low; he needed to be at least level twenty before going.

In that case, he could help Tang San graduate early, head to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and finally visit the Blue Silver Ancestral Land.

The graduation requirement for Nuoding Academy was reaching level ten and obtaining a first soul ring—the standard for a junior soul master academy. If he wanted Tang San to participate in the upcoming Soul Master Tournament, joining a high-level academy was necessary.

Decision made: after this school year, he would help Tang San graduate early. Tang Chuan couldn't wait; becoming a god and an ancestor was a man's true romance.

Knock, knock, knock!

A faint tapping sounded at the door. Through his senses, Tang Chuan could tell the visitor was a level forty-something Soul Ancestor.

"Teacher Tang, I have a favor to ask of you."

Outside the door, the dean of Nuoding Academy wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke cautiously toward the room.

Retracting his Blue Silver Emperor and soul rings, Tang Chuan opened the door. An elderly man in a suit with a head of white hair stood outside, bowing hurriedly as Tang Chuan opened the door.

"Lord Tang Chuan, it's like this: our theory teacher, Yu Xiaogang, has requested leave due to an injury. I was hoping you could take over his theory class tomorrow."

Seeming afraid that Tang Chuan might refuse, the dean quickly added, "But rest assured, it will not be an unpaid lesson. The academy will provide compensation that will satisfy you."

This was a helpless move by the Dean. Yu Xiaogang had been beaten into such a miserable state that his entire body was covered in tiny holes, as if he had been pierced by needles.

Coincidentally, the other teachers in the academy who understood theoretical knowledge were away, which led the Dean to think of this Lord Tang Chuan.

The man was so young yet already a powerful Soul Emperor; he surely possessed his own insights into cultivation. It would be perfect if he could be persuaded to teach a class.

"Is that so..."

Tang Chuan rested his chin on his hand, and under the Dean's nervous, expectant gaze, he nodded and said, "I suppose I can teach a single session, but regarding the compensation you mentioned..."

"Rest assured, rest assured! The compensation will absolutely satisfy you, my lord!"

A little loss was a small price to pay. Such a young Soul Emperor must truly understand theory; otherwise, how could he have cultivated so rapidly?

It seemed he would have to go and listen to that class in person as well.