Yu Xiaogang Wants a Disciple

Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Yu Xiaogang stood by the window watching the commotion outside. From the moment Jiang Lan unleashed his second Soul Skill, the expressions on their faces grew increasingly solemn.

Yu Xiaogang was both solemn and incredibly excited.

Genius, absolutely a genius!

Even more talented than Tang San!

Although he didn't know what kind of Martial Soul Jiang Lan possessed, he still wanted to take him as his disciple.

Yu Xiaogang stood by the window, his fingers unconsciously gripping the window frame tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

His eyes were fixed on the small figure in the Blue Robe in the courtyard, as if trying to see right through him.

"Six years old... at least level 20 or above, and he even knows that movement technique." Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion. "There really are talents in this world more perfect than I imagined."

Flender and Zhao Wuji stood behind him, exchanging a glance and both seeing a subtle expression on each other's faces.

"Hey Xiaogang, you're not thinking of taking on a disciple, are you?" Flender pushed up his glasses, his tone slightly teasing. "That person might be from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. What makes you think you can take them on?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't answer. He straightened his clothes, pushed open the door, and strode out.

He walked steadily, his back ramrod straight, with a confident expression on his face.

Although Yu Xiaogang did not possess formidable Soul Power, he had unparalleled theoretical knowledge in the world.

Tang San is the best proof; he believes that no Soul Master who aspires to power can refuse his guidance.

Jiang Lan was having his hand rubbed and squeezed by Ning Rongrong when he caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man in a gray robe walking towards him. The man's chin was slightly raised, his eyes were resolute, and his steps were steady and measured, exuding an air of self-confidence. Jiang Lan tilted his head, wondering who was trying to give him this opportunity to shine.

"Hello, little friend." Yu Xiaogang stopped in front of Jiang Lan, his hands behind his back, a gentle yet reserved smile on his face. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Yu Xiaogang, and everyone in the circle calls me Grandmaster. I have studied Martial Soul Theory for many years, and on this continent, when it comes to understanding the cultivation of Soul Master, if I say I'm second, no one dares to claim to be first."

Jiang Lan looked up at him, blinked, and didn't reply.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing simultaneously released his hand, and Xiao Wu also stood up. The group watched the scene quietly.

Tang San stood at a distance, watching Yu Xiaogang's back with a slight frown, but did not step forward.

Seeing that Jiang Lan remained silent, Yu Xiaogang assumed that the child was intimidated by his imposing manner, and his smile widened even more as he raised his hand and gently patted away non-existent dust.

Yu Xiaogang continued slowly and deliberately, "Your talent is exceptional; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's once-in-a-century. But even a genius can go astray without proper guidance."

"While the Self-Created Soul Skill you just used was exquisite, many details are not suitable for your physique. If you continue to practice like this, you will inevitably suffer irreparable damage to your meridians before the age of twenty."

Tang San: "?"

Jiang Lan: "?"

Yu Xiaogang paused here, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Lan's young face, and he was pleased to see that she seemed to be listening attentively.

So Yu Xiaogang leaned forward slightly and, with absolute certainty, delivered his conclusion. "Become my disciple, and I'll teach you. I'm confident I can help you break through level 60, or even higher, before you turn twenty. What do you say, are you willing?"

The courtyard was quiet for a few seconds.

Jiang Lan looked up with a serious expression, as if she were contemplating something extremely important in her life.

Tang San, however, couldn't hold back and didn't know how to retort to Yu Xiaogang.

They thought Yu Xiaogang was a bumpkin who looked down on the Tang Sect's top-tier movement techniques.

At the same time, Tang San harbored some dissatisfaction with Yu Xiaogang.

The Tang Sect is extremely important to him now, and the fact that his teacher looks down on the Tang Sect Secret Arts makes him uncomfortable.

Yu Xiaogang's smile grew increasingly composed; he was already mentally planning how to arrange Jiang Lan's cultivation schedule.

Then Jiang Lan spoke.

"Grandmaster," his voice was soft and sweet, with a childlike innocence, "What level are you at now?"

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and replied gently, "Level 29."

Jiang Lan tilted her head, as if she hadn't understood, and asked again, "What is level twenty-nine? Is it Titled Douluo?"

"No, it's level twenty-nine Soul Power." Yu Xiaogang's smile was starting to falter.

Jiang Lan's eyes widened, her small face filled with innocent confusion and shock. "Only level 29? You're so amazing, why are you only level 29?"

The stab was precise and ruthless, delivered without the slightest hesitation.

The stab was precise and ruthless, delivered without the slightest hesitation.

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, as if to say something, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat.

He had studied Martial Soul Theory for decades and had his strength questioned and his level 29 bottleneck ridiculed by countless people, but he had never been so innocently exposed by a six-year-old child.

What's worse, the child's expression was so innocent; he seemed genuinely confused, as if he didn't understand why someone so powerful was ranked so low.

Ning Rongrong, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth and turned her face away.

Xiao Wu buried her face in Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, but her lips were tightly pursed, clearly suppressing a laugh.

Flender and Zhao Wuji stood behind, their mouths agape in silent laughter, their eyes revealing that they knew this would happen.

Tang San also heard Jiang Lan's words and felt inexplicably comfortable, thinking that Jiang Lan had done a great job.

Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a long while before finally squeezing out, "Soul Power Level... doesn't represent everything. Theory is theory, and strength is strength."

"So, if I'm learning from you, does that mean I should learn your theories?" Jiang Lan continued to ask.

"Of course," Yu Xiaogang nodded.

"If your theory is really that amazing, why are you only at level 29?" Jiang Lan added insult to injury in the same tone.

At this point, Yu Xiaogang was truly speechless.

Yu Xiaogang's fingers trembled slightly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched at an extremely subtle frequency.

His theories made him famous, but also subjected him to countless taunts.

He thought it was only a matter of time before he could fool a six-year-old child with his insight and eloquence.

As it turned out, the six-year-old child's question directly hit the biggest sore spot in his life, delivering a fatal blow.

"Because my Martial Soul Mutation, my theories are for geniuses, not for myself." Yu Xiaogang's voice was a little hoarse, almost as if he was gritting his teeth and squeezing it out.