I Will Prove Everything with the Sword in My Hand

The door to the principal's office opened, and the family of three instinctively turned to look.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man of average build, appearing to be in his forties. He had a short flat haircut, thick lips, and an utterly ordinary face, with an air of aloofness and despondency between his brows.

Qi Dao recognized him at once.

"Master" Yu Xiaogang!

In his previous life, Yu Xiaogang had not enjoyed a very good reputation online, and countless memes had been made about him.

For example:

There were no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters;

I taught a god;

Little San, this ten-year Solitary Bamboo is known for its toughness, making it perfect for your Blue Silver Grass martial soul;

Bibi Dong, I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that I will stop at nothing to destroy Martial Soul Hall.

While Qi Dao's thoughts drifted, Principal Hans introduced him to Qi Dao's parents.

"This is Yu Xiaogang, known as 'Master.' I invited him here years ago as a guest advisor, and he is also a friend of mine."

Then Hans turned to Yu Xiaogang.

"Master, your timing is perfect!"

"I was just about to introduce you to the disciple best suited for you."

The moment Principal Hans finished speaking, the expressions on the other four people in the office became exceedingly interesting.

The first were Qi Dao's father and mother.

From Hans's tone, the couple immediately guessed that he intended to introduce their son to this "Master."

Honestly, they were incredibly excited at that moment.

After all, anyone Principal Hans called a Master had to be at least a Soul Ancestor, perhaps even a Soul King.

But soon afterward, they could not help but worry. Would such an important figure really take an interest in their son?

Yu Xiaogang's heart stirred as he looked at Qi Dao.

At first glance, he thought the child was handsome, with a hint of spirit in his eyes. He looked like a promising seedling at a glance.

Moreover, Principal Hans was his friend. The student he recommended should not have low talent.

At that thought, Yu Xiaogang could not help sighing inwardly.

He had already wasted more than ten years. If he continued wasting time, then even when he died of old age, his peerless theories would still not be recognized by the world.

He had to find a qualified disciple as soon as possible.

Child, child, I find you quite pleasing to the eye. As long as your innate soul power is level eight, I'll make an exception and accept you as my disciple.

As for Qi Dao, only one thought remained in his mind.

Me?

Yu Xiaogang's disciple?

No way!

Even that guy had Tang San, who possessed innate level-ten soul power, absorb a ten-year Solitary Bamboo. If it were his own half-level innate soul power and Iron Sword...

Qi Dao truly did not dare imagine the consequences!

"Hans, is that this child's martial soul awakening certificate?"

"Let me see!"

Seeing the martial soul awakening certificate in Principal Hans's hand, Yu Xiaogang reached out to take it directly.

Hans smiled. "Take a look. I'm sure the two of you will have much in common!"

"And you should be able to tell that this child is very intelligent. There's a great deal of spirit in his eyes."

Qi Dao's parents were delighted to hear that. The more good things Principal Hans said about their child, the greater the chance this "Master" would accept him as a disciple.

However, after Yu Xiaogang finished reading the contents of the awakening certificate, the stiff smile on his face instantly vanished.

He had thought it was some sort of genius!

But what was the result?

His hopes had been raised for nothing!

A malignant martial soul mutation, with half-level innate soul power.

What a similar experience!

But could they really be the same?

His Luo Sanpao had mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, while this child's was merely an ordinary Iron Sword suffering a malignant mutation.

Not everyone was like Yu Xiaogang, capable of cultivating to level twenty-nine with half-level innate soul power.

Like the child before him, Qi Dao—he would very likely be stuck at the bottleneck of rank nine or nineteen for the rest of his life.

Hans is simply being ridiculous! Yu Xiaogang fumed inwardly.

How could he push just anyone onto him?

If he really took Qi Dao as his disciple, then what would happen to his theories? Who would vindicate them?

Even a hundred years from now, he would still die bearing the title of a good-for-nothing.

That was something Yu Xiaogang could never tolerate!

Everyone present noticed the change in Yu Xiaogang's expression.

Qi Dao's parents sighed.

Clearly, this "Master" had not taken a liking to their child.

Hans was stunned. He had previously introduced several geniuses with innate soul power at rank five to Yu Xiaogang, only for Yu Xiaogang to reject them all.

Thus, Hans had always assumed that Yu Xiaogang's refusal to take disciples was perhaps not because he looked down on them, but because he had yet to meet a suitable candidate.

That was precisely why, upon seeing Qi Dao, he had thought to recommend him to Yu Xiaogang.

After all, Qi Dao's circumstances were very similar to Yu Xiaogang's.

If Yu Xiaogang could successfully teach Qi Dao, who likewise possessed only half a rank of innate soul power, then the entire continent would surely acknowledge his title as "Master."

But judging from Yu Xiaogang's expression, he was clearly dissatisfied with Qi Dao.

Qi Dao, meanwhile, suddenly came back to his senses.

How did I forget about that?

Yu Xiaogang only accepts geniuses with full innate soul power. Someone like me probably wouldn't even get a second glance from him.

Sure enough, Yu Xiaogang remained expressionless as he said stiffly, "Hans, you should know that I am devoted to academic research and have no time to teach disciples. You should seek someone else. I will not accept this child."

The moment those words fell, the atmosphere grew noticeably stiffer.

Hans looked apologetically at Qi Dao's parents. "Master has an odd temper and speaks rather bluntly. Please don't take offense."

Qi Dao's parents hurriedly replied, "Taking a disciple is a favor; refusing one is only proper. Why would we take offense?"

"Besides, the teachers at the academy are quite capable. We also believe that A-Dao can learn knowledge here that will benefit him for life."

Only then did Hans's somewhat awkward expression ease. He said, "Mingyuan, Wang Rou, then take the child to Director Su to register first."

Qi Dao's parents had no wish to linger either, and immediately led Qi Dao out.

After they had gone some distance, Wang Rou patted Qi Dao's head. "A-Dao, don't be discouraged. That 'Master' didn't see your worth because he has no eye for talent. Mom will always believe in you."

She knew her son's talent truly was lacking, but as a mother—

She would always believe in her son!

Qi Mingyuan smiled as well. "That's right. Your dad believes in you too!"

"A-Dao, prove it to that 'Master'—and to the entire continent!"

"Let them know that you are the best soul master!"

"Of course!" Qi Dao grinned, pointing at Peerless hanging from his waist, his face radiant with confidence.

"My sword and I will prove it all!"