Notting Academy's Green Scenic Line

Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed to have accepted Tang San as his disciple, then turned to look at Wang Feng.

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The meaning was obvious.

Tang San was already being so sensible, so why wasn't Wang Feng hurrying to kneel, kowtow, and acknowledge him as his father?

When Wang Feng saw the green-haired Yu Xiaogang looking at him, he forced back a laugh and turned away.

Getting him to kneel and acknowledge Yu Xiaogang as his father was absolutely impossible.

Besides, looking at green-haired Yu Xiaogang now, he was afraid he would burst out laughing.

Seeing this, the master frowned slightly. It was nothing if Wang Feng refused to kneel and kowtow like Tang San.

But what did turning away mean? And why did he let out strange laughs from time to time?

Wang Feng's actions made him compare Wang Feng with Tang San. No matter how he compared them, the obedient Tang San was far better.

"So my guess was correct. Little San, you have Twin Martial Souls, while Wang Feng, you have a Mutated Martial Soul."

Although Wang Feng had not immediately acknowledged him as his master, Yu Xiaogang did not press the matter. Instead, he spoke gently.

Naturally, he also wanted to take Wang Feng, an Innate Full Soul Power possessor with a Mutated Martial Soul, as his disciple. After all, there could always be unexpected variables when testing his theories. Taking one more disciple meant one more safeguard.

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang San had already taken the master as his teacher, and he was thoroughly convinced by the knowledge Yu Xiaogang had displayed earlier, so he naturally held nothing back.

As he spoke, Tang San looked at his teacher's head again and found that it was still green. He could not help thinking, Why was Teacher's hair black just now, but it turned green after I became his disciple? Could it really be because of Teacher's Martial Soul? Still, Teacher's green hair looks quite nice. He looks much more spirited than before.

"Master, mine isn't a Mutated Martial Soul. My Martial Soul is a Trash Martial Soul." Seeing Yu Xiaogang looking at him, Wang Feng shook his head.

Wang Feng was somewhat disappointed. He had thought he could use Yu Xiaogang to test Green Source's abilities, but it had only turned his hair green and produced no other effect.

It seemed that Green Source's greater uses would not be discovered anytime soon.

"What? It isn't a Mutated Martial Soul? How is that possible?"

Hearing Wang Feng's words, Yu Xiaogang immediately cried out in surprise.

According to his theoretical deductions, Wang Feng should have had a Mutated Martial Soul. How could he not?

Then Yu Xiaogang seemed to think of something and said approvingly, "Wang Feng, there's no need to worry. As your teacher, I naturally won't do anything to harm you."

Some students feared that teachers would harm them and liked to hide their abilities. Yu Xiaogang understood that as well.

"No, I really don't have a Mutated Martial Soul. Even the people from Spirit Hall said my Martial Soul was a Trash Martial Soul. They said I was destined never to become a Soul Master and would be useless for the rest of my life."

Wang Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang with a sighing expression.

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

Yu Xiaogang showed off with that line, then picked up Wang Feng's report and examined it again.

Anyone who believed that was an idiot.

He still could not break through Rank 30 himself. Wasn't he calling himself useless? Wang Feng mocked inwardly.

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters!" Unlike Wang Feng, Tang San carefully savored those words and looked at his teacher in amazement once more. He had indeed chosen the right teacher. With such insight, his teacher had to be a powerful expert. Could he be a legendary Soul Sage? Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang with a trace of admiration in his eyes.

"Martial Soul, Green Light, Innate Full Soul Power... My theory cannot be wrong. Summon your Martial Soul and let me take a look."

Yu Xiaogang believed that his theory could not possibly be wrong. He wanted to see whether Wang Feng's Martial Soul had truly mutated. If it had not, then he would have to reconsider whether to accept Wang Feng as a disciple.

"Green Light, Green Light, green enough to make one panic."

Since Yu Xiaogang wanted to slap himself in the face, Wang Feng did not refuse. He directly summoned his Martial Soul. Still, that chant left him rather helpless.

A ball of green light that appeared weak but was actually unfathomable emerged in Wang Feng's hand.

"Hmm, it really is just a ray of green light. It hasn't mutated?"

"But I've never seen a top-tier Martial Soul like Green Light before. How could it possess Innate Full Soul Power?"

"Master, I didn't lie to you, did I? My Martial Soul really hasn't mutated."

Wang Feng's words made Yu Xiaogang somewhat embarrassed. After checking again and again, he found that Wang Feng's Martial Soul truly had not mutated.

Tang San looked at his somewhat embarrassed teacher without caring much. After all, everyone made mistakes.

What puzzled him was that the green light in Wang Feng's hand was exactly the same color as his teacher's hair.

"Ahem, Wang Feng, your Martial Soul indeed hasn't mutated. Well... I'll take you to register first."

Having misjudged the situation, he was feeling somewhat awkward and directly changed the subject.

Although he had not accepted Wang Feng as his disciple yet, as long as Wang Feng remained at Notting Academy, with his knowledge, he only needed to reveal a little profound insight. There would be plenty of opportunities to make Wang Feng come running over to kowtow and acknowledge him as his father.

This little lab rat... no. He was determined to accept this disciple who would prove his theories through experimentation.

"Eh, why is that person's hair green?"

"No idea. Maybe he likes green."

"That color suits him quite well."

"Yeah, it does. He looks very spirited."

As they walked through Notting Academy, some passersby were endlessly surprised by Yu Xiaogang's hair color.

Yu Xiaogang paid them little attention. His hair was not green, and they were not talking about him. Besides, these people were mere commoners and not worth his notice.

Tang San followed behind him with an expression as though he wanted to say something but stopped himself. Instead, he glanced at Wang Feng. He suspected that Wang Feng had caused the green on his teacher's head, but he had no evidence.

Wang Feng directly ignored Tang San. He found that Yu Xiaogang's current hair color suited him quite well.

When they arrived at the Academic Affairs Office, the master placed the documents on the desk and said, "Director Su, these are the work-study students sent from Holy Soul Village and Wang Family Village this year. Please help them register."

Director Su looked over at the documents. The smile on his face froze for a moment when he saw the master's green hair.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Director Su in confusion. What kind of look was that? Admiration? Thinking it over, he felt that was probably it.

"N-Nothing. I didn't expect Master to be the one who came. What a rare guest! Have a seat for a while."

Director Su assumed the master had simply changed his style and did not think much of it. After all, everyone had a preferred hair color. Still, he noticed that after changing his hair color, the master looked much more energetic.

The master shook his head, temporarily ignored Wang Feng, and looked at Tang San. "Register yourself here. These teachers will tell you what to do. I'll be leaving first. I'll come find you later."

Tang San said respectfully, "Goodbye, Teacher."

The master smiled, patted Tang San's head, glanced at Wang Feng, silently considered the circumstances of his Martial Soul, then turned and left.

As Yu Xiaogang walked out of the office toward the dormitories, he felt somewhat puzzled. He noticed that more students along the road were staring at him.

Could these students all be his admirers? That had to be it. Otherwise, they would not be looking at him with such admiration. Once he thought of it that way, everything made sense.

After completing the registration, Director Su was very interested in Tang San calling the master his teacher. "Little friend, you call Master your teacher? He isn't a teacher at our academy."

"But he is my teacher," Tang San said.

"You took Master as your teacher?" Director Su was somewhat surprised. After looking at the documents for the two of them, he became even more astonished. "You both have Innate Full Soul Power?"

"What a pity. One Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. Eh, this Martial Soul is Green Light? This is the first time I've seen such a Martial Soul."

Green Light... Director Su thought of the master changing his style earlier. Could his changed hairstyle and hair color be related to this Green Light Martial Soul?

This was a student worth nurturing carefully.

Director Su looked at Wang Feng with great interest.

"I never expected Master to accept disciples too. And he even accepted someone with a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass as a disciple."

"Yeah, they're quite a fitting pair."

Director Su glared at the male teacher who had spoken. "Don't talk about Master like that. He is an 'invincible' existence when it comes to Martial Souls." After saying that, he handed Tang San and Wang Feng some free supplies and sent them to the Seventh Dormitory.

"Invincible? Master is indeed 'invincible,' but only in theory. Of course, that depends on whether his theories can become reality. Director, I remember Master has some theory called the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, right? It's utterly laughable. Oh, and doesn't he often say that there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters? Isn't that a joke?"

Tang San remained calm throughout, his face filled with disdain for their words.

His teacher was useless? A man who could tell from a Spirit Hall certificate that he possessed Twin Martial Souls—how could he possibly be useless? These people were frogs at the bottom of a well, not worth getting angry over.

But Wang Feng... Thinking of his teacher's hair turning green, Tang San looked at Wang Feng.

He recalled that his teacher's hair had turned green when he was holding Wang Feng's hand and Tang San had become his disciple.

Could it be some kind of poison? Probably not. He had not sensed any signs of poisoning from his teacher.

Though suspicious, he had no evidence and could only suppress the thought.