Skin-Suit Yu Xiaogang

The doorman looked back and forth at the two certificates.

Su Chen, Three-Legged Fire Crow martial soul, Innate Full Soul Power.

Admitted by recommendation of the Spirit Hall Branch.

The stamp of the Spirit Hall Branch was bright and eye-catching, making the doorman put away all his contempt.

He politely returned the two certificates to Su Chen. "Student Su Chen, welcome to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy."

Seeing the doorman's dramatic change in attitude, Old Jack's smiling face also showed a sense of reflected glory. This was his, Old Jack's, grandson.

You look down on Blue Silver Grass, I won't pick a bone with you!

You look down on the Three-Legged Fire Crow, then your life is truly at a dead end!

This was a top-tier martial soul personally certified by a big shot of the Spirit Hall (Su Yuntao).

"Little doorman, this is my grandson Su Chen, and this Tang San is another child from our Holy Soul Village. Their martial soul certificates are definitely genuine."

The doorman did not dare to give Old Jack a hard time anymore. For Su Chen's sake, he picked up the martial soul certificate that had been under his foot, patted off the dust, and handed it back to Old Jack.

"Old man, my eyes were blind. Let Tang San and Student Su Chen go in."

"Even Blue Silver Grass can have Innate Full Soul Power, what blind luck. But a trash martial soul is still a trash martial soul. The big shot of Spirit Hall has an eye for talent too, recommending Student Su Chen for admission while ignoring this Tang San."

Tang San: ฺ(◣д◢)ฺ

Why!

Why!!

Why!!!

All the contempt and cold glances were aimed at him. The problem wasn't him; it was this world. In his eyes, this world also had a way of death.

Looking at the doorman, who had just been overbearing and arrogant and called him a bumpkin, but now politely addressed him as an old man, Old Jack felt wonderful inside.

It was all thanks to Su Chen!

Old Jack now felt that this doorman spoke rather pleasantly.

He handed the martial soul certificate to Tang San.

"Country folk like us, where would we get a good martial soul to pass down to our children? Having soul power and being able to cultivate is already satisfying enough."

Su Chen glanced sideways at Tang San, whose Tang Syndrome was acting up, making him feel that the further he stayed away from this troublemaker in the future, the better.

"Grandpa, I'm going into the academy to register first. Goodbye, when this semester ends, I'll come back to the village to see you."

After saying goodbye, Su Chen carried his bedding and entered Notting Academy.

Old Jack kept watching his retreating figure. Noticing that Tang San hadn't moved yet, he frowned and urged, "Xiao San, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go in with Xiao Chen."

Tang San crumpled the martial soul certificate into a ball.

Mutting about the way of death in his mouth... he followed heavily into Notting Academy.

Su Chen walked ahead, taking several dozen steps, when pitch black descended before him. He was blocked by a flat-topped, medium-built person.

The flat-topped person had a stiff expression, and he reached out his hand toward Su Chen.

"Child, let me see your martial soul certificate."

Su Chen shouted holy shit inside his head. He had been targeted by Yu Xiaogang.

This damn thing was as terrifying as a yellow-furred weasel begging for a human persona.

If he got tangled up with this guy, just to prove his nonsensical theories, heaven forbid he end up making him absorb plant soul rings.

In Su Chen's clean, clear, and innocent large eyes, a hint of just-right vigilance appeared.

"Are you a teacher at Notting Academy?"

Yu Xiaogang's stiff face tilted upward at a 45-degree angle, nostrils pointed at the sky, his expression arrogant.

"I am not a teacher at Notting Academy. This tiny Notting Academy is not worthy of me teaching here. I am a master lodging here."

"My theories are number one on the continent. The only ones qualified to be taught by me are the absolute top geniuses."

Lodging!

Wasn't this just like a parasite!

Siphoning nutrients from the host without producing any value!

A pure freeloader, yet he was actually quite proud of it!

"Big shit, hello. Big shit, goodbye."

Su Chen moved his feet, bypassed this flat-topped person, and ran all the way toward the teaching building.

Seeing Su Chen's thief-guarding posture, Yu Xiaogang cracked a bit, his already stiff face looking even gloomier than a coffin.

"Hmph! Ungrateful, not worthy of receiving the slightest bit of knowledge from me!"

He turned his gaze to Tang San, who was following behind, and reached out his hand just like before.

"Child, let me see your martial soul certificate."

Tang San was already annoyed, thinking someone had come to humiliate him again, so he threw the paper ball in his hand right at Yu Xiaogang.

"Look at it, let me see what else you can say!"

Yu Xiaogang frowned and unfolded the paper ball. When he saw Tang San, Blue Silver Grass spirit, Innate Full Soul Power, his eyes widened.

His expression turned excited, and his hands trembled slightly.

This truly was the destined virtuous disciple he had been dreaming of.

A useless spirit like Blue Silver Grass could never possess Innate Full Soul Power, so this Innate Full Soul Power must have been brought by a second spirit.

Twin Martial Souls, twin martial souls just like Dong'er's.

Wasn't this the destined virtuous disciple who would prove his theories?

"Tang San, you truly are a genius! Your talent is peerless in this world, and you have the qualifications to reach the peak of the continent. What a pity..."

Tang San had thought the other was going to humiliate him, but instead, he was met with a barrage of praise right off the bat.

Those final two words, "what a pity," completely hooked his appetite, and he eagerly pressed, "What a pity what?"

Yu Xiaogang felt proud inside; using this tactic of playing hard to get to manipulate a six-year-old brat was simply effortless.

"The Blue Silver Grass spirit could never bring Innate Full Soul Power. The reason you have Innate Full Soul Power is because of your second spirit, isn't it?"

The entire process was wrong!

And yet the conclusion actually matched!

Tang San indeed had a second spirit.

However, Tang San's Innate Full Soul Power was not because of a second spirit, but because of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

A trace of purple emerged in his eyes, and he raised his wrist. His cuff opened, and a cold gleam flashed brightly.

This flat-topped guy had spoken his biggest secret right out of the gate; he was already courting death.

Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang had a mouth, and after hooking his appetite to the extreme, he finally revealed his purpose with a dagger drawn from its map.

"It's a pity you have no one to guide you, making it impossible to fully unleash the potential of your twin martial souls. You are destined to walk many detours in this lifetime."

Thud!

Tang San dropped straight to his knees before Yu Xiaogang.

"Master is above, please accept this disciple's bow!"

Arrogant at first and deferential later, Tang San had reached the pinnacle of mastery when it came to changing his face.

Yu Xiaogang forced out an ugly smile, the corners of his mouth split almost to his ears, and he reached out to help Tang San up.

"Virtuous disciple, quickly get up!"

Low mountains and smelly water meet a soulmate; a fake master who stole countless theories from Spirit Hall, and a rebellious disciple who stole the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record from the Tang Sect—they were truly birds of a feather.

The more the two looked at each other, the more agreeable they found one another.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly brought something up. "You came together with that kid from earlier. Do you know him?"

Tang San's voice was low. "His name is Su Chen, from the same village as me. His spirit is a Three-Legged Fire Crow, and he also has Innate Full Soul Power."

Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat. A Three-Legged Fire Crow—this was a mutated spirit, and a top-tier spirit with benign mutation at that.

Humph! That little brat has some talent too, but without the guidance of this master, he is destined never to achieve any great accomplishments. As long as he kneels before me and kowtows to become my disciple, it's not out of the question for me to give him a few pointers.

Su Chen, who had once again caught Yu Xiaogang's attention, had already walked over to the academic affairs office. As a self-funded student recommended by the Spirit Hall Branch, after collecting his school uniform, he was assigned to Room A of Dorm One.

He could be considered temporarily away from Tang San.