Yu Xiaogang Takes a Disciple, Rejected!

Tang Feng raised a hand and pressed down on his knee.

The blue-gold blades of grass tightened slightly, concentrating life force around the joint.

"Grandpa Jack, don't move."

"The meridians in this leg are more severely blocked. It needs more nourishment."

Old Jack could only set his leg back down.

He looked at Tang Feng, who was crouching beside the bed, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed.

Three years ago, when he had brought Tang Feng home, Tang Feng had only been six.

Tang Feng had never cried or made a fuss, nor had he ever mentioned going to find Tang Hao.

Other than helping with chores each day, he spent all his remaining time cultivating.

Old Jack had originally worried that Tang Feng was hiding grievances in his heart.

But now, it seemed this child was far stronger than he had imagined.

The life aura in the room grew increasingly dense.

The potted plants by the window were nourished by it, their leaves becoming a little greener.

Just then.

The door was pushed open from outside.

Tang San stood in the doorway, dressed in the uniform of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

His blue uniform was neatly tailored, and a belt set with twenty-four pieces of jade was tied around his waist.

The afternoon light fell across the jade, casting a gentle luster.

Tang San's gaze passed through the doorway and landed on the figure beside the bed.

Three years had passed.

Tang Feng had grown considerably taller than he remembered.

His face still bore some resemblance to Tang San's, but his brows and eyes were calmer.

Tang Feng did not stop the treatment merely because someone had entered.

The Life Blue Silver Emperor was still Entangling Old Jack's legs, its blue-gold blades slowly flowing with light.

Xiao Wu followed at Tang San's side.

Her pink dress made her look pretty and lively, hugging her slender waist just right.

Her long, well-proportioned legs crossed the threshold, and her little pink-and-white boots landed softly on the floor.

The Scorpion Braid hanging past her waist swayed with her steps, its tip brushing against her skirt.

She leaned in to peer inside, her bright eyes full of curiosity.

Yu Xiaogang was the last to enter the room.

He had only wanted to see the place where Tang San had grown up.

If there were any children in the village suitable for cultivation, he would not mind offering a few pointers.

But the instant he stepped through the door, his footsteps came to an immediate halt.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell on the blue-gold vine and never moved again.

Life aura!

And it was exceptionally pure!

Ordinary Blue Silver Grass could only rely on numbers and toughness to use Entangling.

Yet the Blue Silver Grass before him possessed the ability to actively nourish the body's meridians.

That dense affinity with life was not something an ordinary mutated Martial Soul could possess.

Yu Xiaogang studied the blue-gold patterns on the grass blades.

He had browsed countless ancient texts in Spirit Hall and researched the vast majority of plant-type Martial Souls on the continent.

Yet he had never seen Blue Silver Grass like this.

At least within the theories he had mastered, no Blue Silver Grass possessed such pure life force.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass seemed far too ordinary in comparison.

One was a useless Martial Soul found everywhere.

The other carried an affinity with life that was nearly at the level of an emperor.

The two simply could not be mentioned in the same breath.

Judging solely by this healing ability and control over life force, Tang Feng would be enough to become a top-tier auxiliary Spirit Master in the future.

More importantly, Blue Silver Grass consumed very little power.

Once it matured, his sustained healing ability would certainly surpass auxiliary Spirit Masters of the same rank.

Several paths for cultivating him swiftly crossed Yu Xiaogang's mind.

His Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul theory needed an outstanding enough disciple to prove it.

Tang San's Twin Martial Souls held boundless potential.

Tang Feng's special Blue Silver Grass likewise possessed extremely high research value.

So long as he took both of them as disciples, his theories would surely shine across the continent's Spirit Master world.

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang stepped forward two paces.

"Child, is your Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass?"

"What is your name?"

Old Jack looked at Yu Xiaogang.

He did not know this stiff-faced middle-aged man, so he could only turn an inquiring gaze toward Tang San.

Tang San took a step into the room.

He raised a hand to touch the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist, his eyes still fixed on the Life Blue Silver Emperor.

"Teacher, he's the older brother I told you about, the one who stayed in the village—Tang Feng."

The words "older brother" fell.

The room fell silent for a brief moment.

Tang Feng looked up at Tang San.

Three years had passed, and Tang San had already become a Spirit Master at Notting Academy.

That Soul Tool belt was probably a gift from Yu Xiaogang.

When Tang Hao had taken Tang San away, he had not even left Tang Feng a word of farewell.

Now that Tang San had returned, he had a teacher, a companion, and a Soul Tool at his side.

Tang Feng quickly withdrew his gaze.

He continued guiding the life force, completing the final round of meridian nourishment.

Xiao Wu blinked.

She looked first at Tang San, then at Tang Feng crouching beside the bed.

Their features truly were similar.

But Tang Feng did not have Tang San's constant guardedness. He was quiet, more like Blue Silver Grass unfolding by the window.

Xiao Wu clasped her hands behind her back and lightly walked into the room.

She bent forward slightly, and her Scorpion Braid slid down from her shoulder.

"Third Brother's older brother?"

"He doesn't look like anything special."

Old Jack immediately frowned upon hearing that.

Just as he was about to speak up for Tang Feng, the blue-gold vines slowly loosened from his legs.

Tang Feng withdrew his hand.

The Life Blue Silver Emperor turned into specks of blue-gold light and scattered into the air.

Old Jack tried to stand.

After his feet touched the ground, his knees no longer sent up their familiar soreness.

He supported himself on the bedframe and took two steps, a pleased smile immediately appearing on his face.

"It really is much better."

"Ah Feng, your Martial Soul works better than the village healer's medicine."

Yu Xiaogang watched everything unfold.

Tang Feng's control over the Life Blue Silver Emperor was extremely precise.

Entangling wrapped around the old man's legs without harming his skin.

And when the life force entered his meridians, it did not burden his body.

Such control was not something a child who had only just awakened a Martial Soul could possess.

Yu Xiaogang felt even more certain about taking him as a disciple.

In his view, a child left behind in a remote village could not possibly reject the opportunity to be trained at Notting Academy.

Not to mention that he came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the continent's three great sects.

With his theories, he could spare Tang Feng countless detours.

Yu Xiaogang straightened his sleeves.

"I am Yu Xiaogang, of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, currently an honorary teacher at Notting Academy."

"Your Martial Soul mutation is highly unusual. If you remain in Holy Soul Village, you will only waste your talent."

"I am willing to take you as my disciple and bring you to Notting City for further study."

Tang San stood to the side without speaking.

He understood very clearly what becoming Yu Xiaogang's disciple meant.

His teacher's research into Martial Souls far surpassed that of ordinary Spirit Masters.

If Tang Feng agreed, he could enter Notting Academy with him and receive systematic Spirit Master instruction.

Xiao Wu gently lifted her chin.

She looked at Tang Feng, waiting for his answer.

Tang Feng stood.

He first helped Old Jack straighten his trouser leg, then returned the wooden stool beside him to its place.

Only after finishing all that did Tang Feng look up at Yu Xiaogang.

There was no delight or flattered surprise on that nine-year-old face.

He did not hesitate in the slightest.

"No need."

Yu Xiaogang froze.