Yu Xiaogang

After Chen Ye finished speaking, he casually glanced at the two of them.

He was exhausted to the point of death, so naturally, he had no intention of continuing the fight with them.

The two sat there in silence.

Tang San decisively shook his head.

He could feel the gap between them.

Although he had mastered hidden weapon techniques and the various secret arts of the Tang Sect, his body was still too weak at the moment. He simply could not bring them into play.

Moreover, his martial soul was clearly useless, while his opponent's martial soul did not seem to be.

Whether it was that ability to vanish into thin air or the ability to tear open a spatial rift, both displayed tremendous strength.

On the other side, Xiao Wu still wanted to get back on her feet.

But her previous fight with Tang San had already drained much of her strength.

So, she shot the boy an unwilling glance before finally shaking her head.

"My name is Chen Ye. From now on, I'll be your boss. Of course, I don't have any other demands of you, but whenever you see me in the future, you still have to call me Boss."

"Other than that, I won't restrict you in any way. Now, you and him go get two meals for your boss."

Chen Ye calmly pointed at Tang San and Xiao Wu, then dropped down onto the spot.

Tang San and Xiao Wu froze for a moment when they heard that he wanted them to fetch food.

They exchanged a glance and silently rose to their feet.

"Fine. I lost to you today, so I'll get you food. But I'll challenge you again tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll definitely beat you and become the boss."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu glared at Chen Ye.

Chen Ye simply acted as though he had not seen her glare.

He quietly lay down on a bed farther inside, where the sunlight could not reach.

He gave the adjacent, equally decent bed to his younger sister.

None of the other students had anything to say about that arrangement.

As time passed, the two meals were brought over.

Seeing that the food was all vegetables, Chen Ye did not mind. He opened his mouth and began wolfing it down with Chen Yue.

After eating, they briefly got to know everyone's names, and before long, night had fallen.

This was no different from the original timeline.

Chen Ye was not particularly willing to get involved with Xiao Wu and Tang San.

Setting aside whether he could kill Tang San at present, Tang Hao was constantly following him.

He did not dare kill the son of a Titled Douluo right in front of him.

To Chen Ye, the first priority was for himself and his little sister to stay alive. Only after that would he think of a way to kill Tang San ahead of time.

The night passed quickly.

After breakfast early the next morning, the group arrived at the classroom and began their lessons.

Their teacher this time was a woman.

She stood at the front, with two wooden posts placed beside her.

As everyone looked on, the woman spoke calmly.

"Today's lesson will cover the relationship between martial souls and soul power. Taking tool martial souls as an example, a martial soul by itself is no different from an ordinary tool."

"But with equal soul power, the higher the quality of the martial soul, the greater its power."

"So while diligence can help you improve, talent is equally important. If your martial soul is useless, then no amount of soul power will matter."

The female teacher explained with great seriousness.

However, her theory was completely contrary to Yu Xiaogang's.

This world already firmly believed in martial soul strength and talent.

Only powerful martial souls and exceptional talent gave one a greater chance of becoming strong.

Those with weak martial souls and poor talent could only remain useless for their entire lives.

That was a reality recognized by nearly everyone.

Only Yu Xiaogang would put forward such completely opposing claims.

He advocated that a strong spirit could make even a weak martial soul powerful, that soul masters relied on personal will.

Under normal circumstances, idealism was naturally fine, but putting forward this theory was simply harmful.

If someone had no talent whatsoever for cultivating their martial soul and was still forced to train desperately, they would ultimately remain nothing more than useless.

Chen Ye understood this theory very clearly. In this world, martial souls had already decided everything.

The stronger the martial soul and the higher one's innate soul power, the greater the possibility of becoming a Titled Douluo.

The lower one's soul power, the smaller that possibility became.

Yet in this era, many people were still misled by Yu Xiaogang, believing that even if they possessed only level one innate soul power and were mere trash—

They could still become Titled Douluo, becoming supreme peerless experts.

Chen Ye could only shake his head at such a theory.

Fortunately, although this academy had Yu Xiaogang, it still taught normal knowledge rather than those so-called Ten Core Martial Soul Theories.

The morning lessons passed quickly.

At noon, the two ate in the cafeteria. Of course, a small incident occurred during the meal: Tang San and Xiao Wu beat someone up.

And he seemed to be a local noble.

Chen Ye felt nothing about it. He did not even think there was anything wrong.

That was until he saw a man with a standard crew cut walking over.

Seeing the man with his hands behind his back and his proud expression, Chen Ye blanked out for a moment.

He did not know the man, but that arrogant appearance made it almost instantly clear who he was. After all, the man was one of the people Chen Ye most needed to avoid.

So, when Yu Xiaogang appeared, Chen Ye's first reaction was to leave.

But as Yu Xiaogang climbed upstairs, he pointed at Tang San, then decisively turned around and looked calmly at Chen Ye.

"You, and you. The two of you, come with me to my office."

Yu Xiaogang spoke calmly.

As his words fell, Chen Ye frowned.

But seeing Yu Xiaogang standing with his hands behind his back, carrying himself like some lofty master, Chen Ye could only rise unwillingly and follow him.

Tang San, beside him, was also somewhat stunned as he looked at Chen Ye. He did not understand why Chen Ye had been called over when this matter clearly had nothing to do with him.

But Chen Ye did not speak to him.

When the two went upstairs to the office, Yu Xiaogang swept his gaze over them before directly motioning for them to enter.

Tang San closed the office door.

Chen Ye stood there calmly. In front of him stood Yu Xiaogang, hands behind his back, quietly facing the window.

Yu Xiaogang lifted his head slightly, his eyes carrying a detached calmness.

His gaze shifted slightly before settling directly on Tang San.

"Other than Blue Silver Grass, what is your other martial soul?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was calm.

As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Tang San.

At those words, Tang San's expression changed from momentary calmness to coldness.

His gaze shifted slightly to the side, landing directly on a knife.

Watching the exchange between the two, Chen Ye stood there quietly.

He was completely dumbfounded.

First, he did not understand why Yu Xiaogang had called him in. Then he could not understand—

Why Yu Xiaogang had exposed the fact that Tang San possessed twin martial souls right in front of him.

Was the man sick? This had nothing to do with him at all.

Seeing Tang San's actions, Chen Ye saw that he was already looking at the knife. It was obvious that Tang San was preparing to kill.

That killing intent clearly included Chen Ye as well.

Although Chen Ye had great confidence in his Space-Time Dragon martial soul and firmly believed it was an exceptionally powerful martial soul—

The problem was that he was still just an ordinary person.

He could easily handle Tang San in a sparring match, but if it came to a real fight to the death with knives, with neither of them having a soul skill, Chen Ye truly did not have absolute confidence.