Conquest System

When Su Yang followed Yu Xiaorou into the office, he was still savoring the system notification from earlier.

Conquest System.

It really was a Conquest System.

Having read so many system-based novels in his previous life, he was more than familiar with this kind of mechanism. As long as he conquered gender-swapped targets and raised their favorability, he could receive rewards—wasn't this a cheat tailor-made for him?

And his first target was Yu Xiaorou, this refined, mature beauty. This was practically a heavenly start!

"Have a seat." Yu Xiaorou walked behind her desk, placed the books in her arms on top of it, then casually adjusted her glasses and gestured for the two of them to sit.

The office was not large, but it was elegantly furnished. The walls were covered with diagrams of various martial souls, the bookshelves were neatly lined with thick theoretical works, and several potted plants sat on the windowsill, adding a touch of life to the scholarly space.

Tang San sat down properly, while Su Yang sprawled back in his chair and discreetly examined Yu Xiaorou.

It had to be said, the more he looked at this woman, the more captivating she became.

She took off her coat and hung it over the back of her chair, revealing the fitted white shirt beneath. One button at the collar was undone, faintly exposing her delicate collarbones.

As she sat down, her black pencil skirt outlined her graceful curves. Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, crossed together as one toe lightly tapped the floor, making her high heel sway slightly.

Su Yang silently gave her a score in his heart—nine out of ten. He held back one point in case she got too proud.

Yu Xiaorou did not speak immediately. Instead, she took a file from the drawer, opened it and glanced through it, then raised her head and looked at Tang San.

"Tang San, your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and you possess Innate Full Soul Power, correct?"

Tang San nodded. "Yes, Master."

A meaningful smile curved Yu Xiaorou's lips. She extended a slender finger and lightly tapped the desk, producing a steady tapping sound.

"Blue Silver Grass is publicly recognized as a useless martial soul. You should know that. In theory, a useless martial soul cannot possibly awaken Innate Full Soul Power." She paused, her gaze turning sharp. "So there is only one answer—"

Staring into Tang San's eyes, she said each word distinctly, "You have Twin Martial Souls."

The office fell silent for two seconds after those words.

Su Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Here it came.

In the original story, Yu Xiaogang had figured out Tang San's Twin Martial Souls this way. Now that Yu Xiaorou had taken his place, her insight was just as sharp.

Tang San's expression did not change much. He merely frowned slightly and asked calmly, "Why does Master say that?"

"It's very simple." Yu Xiaorou leaned back in her chair, her hands folded over her knees, her posture calm and confident.

"The quality of Blue Silver Grass determines its upper limit. Even if it mutated, it could never reach the level of Innate Full Soul Power. The fact that you possess Innate Full Soul Power proves that there is another, stronger martial soul within you. That is where your true talent lies."

As she said this, the smile on her face grew more certain. "If I am not mistaken, your other martial soul is of extremely high quality, at least at the level of a top-tier martial soul."

Tang San fell silent.

He neither denied nor admitted it. He simply looked quietly at Yu Xiaorou, with no emotion visible in those dark eyes.

Seeing that he did not speak, Yu Xiaorou assumed she had struck the mark and continued, "You do not need to be nervous. Twin Martial Souls may be rare, but they are not a secret to me. I know how to cultivate two martial souls at once without causing them to conflict, and I know how to bring out the greatest potential in both of them."

She stood, walked around the desk, and stopped before Tang San. Looking down at him, she spoke with confidence and expectation in her voice. "Take me as your master, and I will make you one of the strongest people on this continent."

Her words rang with conviction and absolute confidence.

However—

"I refuse."

Tang San's voice was as calm as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

The smile on Yu Xiaorou's face froze.

She stared blankly at Tang San, seemingly unable to believe what she had heard. "What did you say?"

"I said, I refuse to take you as my master." Tang San raised his head and met her gaze calmly. "I find it difficult to trust Master's theoretical knowledge, after all..."

He paused, his tone turning somewhat cold. "What qualifications does a Soul Master whose Soul Power has not even surpassed level thirty have to be my teacher?"

Those words were like a blade that stabbed fiercely into Yu Xiaorou's heart.

Her face instantly turned pale. Her lips trembled slightly, and deep pain flashed through the eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

Soul Power below level thirty.

This was the greatest pain of her life.

She had once been a favored daughter of heaven, once spirited and full of ambition. But because of a martial soul mutation, her Soul Power had remained forever at level twenty-nine. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break through. She could only devote all her energy to researching martial soul theory, using knowledge to make up for her lack of strength.

Yet no matter how many theoretical achievements she made, no matter how many outstanding Soul Masters she trained, in other people's eyes, she was ultimately just a "useless person."

A useless person who could not even break through level thirty.

Yu Xiaorou lowered her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled softly as her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, only to realize she could not say anything at all.

What could she say?

What he said was the truth.

She truly was only level twenty-nine. She truly was not qualified to be anyone's teacher.

The office sank into an awkward silence.

Su Yang saw everything clearly from the side, and his thoughts churned violently.

Tang San actually refused?!

That was not right!

In the original story, Tang San had called him "Teacher" so warmly. Why had he changed his mind here?

Su Yang narrowed his eyes and carefully studied Tang San.

Something was wrong with this kid.

Very wrong.

Although the Tang San from the original story had been mature for his age, he was still fundamentally an innocent boy who naturally respected and admired the strong.

But this Tang San before him carried a maturity and coldness that did not match his age in every word and gesture. Especially when he rejected Yu Xiaorou, that indifferent tone was like that of an adult who had seen all the world had to offer.

A reincarnator? Or a transmigrator?

Those two words flashed through Su Yang's mind in an instant.

If he was a reincarnator, then it made sense. Someone powerful who had experienced everything would naturally not think much of a level twenty-nine Soul Master.

"Tsk, this is troublesome." Su Yang muttered inwardly. If this guy really is a reincarnator, then my advantage as a 'prophet' will be greatly reduced.

When he looked at Tang San again, he found that the other boy wore a blank expression, his eyes somewhat hollow, as if he were still immersed in some thought and had yet to come back to himself.

That only reinforced Su Yang's judgment—there was definitely something wrong with this guy.

Yu Xiaorou took a deep breath and barely suppressed the disappointment in her heart before turning to Su Yang.

Her eyes were no longer as bright as before. There was even a trace of self-mockery in them.

"What about you?" Her voice was somewhat hoarse. "Are you going to refuse me too? It's fine, I understand. After all, I am only a—"

"I am willing."

Su Yang interrupted her, his tone firm and decisive.

Yu Xiaorou froze.

Her eyes widened as she looked at Su Yang in disbelief. "You... what did you say?"

"I said, I am willing to take you as my master." Su Yang stood and solemnly bowed to Yu Xiaorou. "Teacher, please accept this disciple's bow."

Yu Xiaorou's eyes immediately reddened.

She had thought Tang San's rejection was only the beginning, that Su Yang would also despise her for the same reason. She had already prepared herself for a second blow, yet she had never expected this boy to agree without the slightest hesitation.