My First Loot

Under Lin Yuan's "terrified" gaze and the gatekeeper's awestruck eyes, Yu Xiaogang proudly stepped forward and picked up Yan Beifei's Soul Master certificate, feeling as though he had returned to the days before he awakened his martial soul at six years old.

Back then, he had been full of spirit, the favored son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.

Before he had awakened that damned Swine Martial Soul.

Now that one fart had blasted this lowborn to death, he had finally vented his anger properly.

He knew very well that the students at the academy had never stopped mocking and ridiculing him behind his back.

After today, he wanted to see who would still dare look down on him, Yu Xiaogang the Grandmaster.

The only thing that concerned him somewhat was this brat's background.

That was also why he had checked Yan Beifei's Soul Master certificate.

When he saw that the other boy had merely been born in a small village and possessed Blue Silver Grass with level one and a half Innate Soul Power, Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief, while disdain and contempt filled his eyes.

So he was just a lowborn who had luckily awakened Soul Power. He truly had no idea where the brat got the nerve to humiliate this Master.

At the same time, Tang San stepped forward and checked Yan Beifei's breathing. Seeing that he had completely stopped breathing, Tang San also quietly sighed in relief before turning around. "Teacher, he's already dead..."

"This is the fate of those who provoke high-ranking Soul Masters. He brought his death upon himself... Wait, what did you just call me?"

Tang San smiled. "Teacher! I nearly forgot—the ceremony of becoming a disciple cannot be skipped. Teacher, please accept this disciple's bow."

As he spoke, Tang San dropped to both knees and respectfully kowtowed to Yu Xiaogang three times.

In Tang San's eyes, he possessed the Tang Sect's supreme arts and Twin Martial Souls, so whether his teacher was powerful or not did not matter.

What he truly valued was knowledge.

After all, strength could not be passed down, but knowledge could.

As long as the other person could teach him how to cultivate his martial soul, even if that person were an ordinary man—

he would still be willing to become his disciple.

Clearly, in his heart, this Grandmaster who had seen at a glance that he possessed Twin Martial Souls was the best possible choice of teacher.

As for what the dead man beside them had said, perhaps some of it made sense.

The Grandmaster truly had intended to take him as a disciple, had used a few petty tricks, and indeed could not hunt Soul Rings for him.

But Tang San had the Tang Sect's supreme arts and hidden weapons. Relying on himself, he could hunt soul beasts.

And that still did not change the fact that the other person had already earned a death sentence.

"You child, if you want to become my disciple, then become my disciple. Why kowtow? That is reserved for parents and monarchs. A bow is enough."

Naturally, Yu Xiaogang had no idea what Tang San was thinking. At that moment, he merely believed that his imposing aura had just subdued the boy.

Seeing Tang San kowtow to become his disciple, he hurriedly bent down to help him up, grinning so widely that his mouth nearly reached his ears.

Even Luo Sanpao, the Swine Martial Soul he had once regarded as a disgrace, now seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

"A teacher for a day, a father for life." Tang San recited that classic line from the original work.

"Good, good, good. It seems I truly did not misjudge you." Yu Xiaogang said "good" three times in a row, showing just how excited he was.

"Come, I'll take you to register at the Academic Affairs Office." As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang took Tang San's hand.

Tang San turned to look at Yan Beifei's corpse. "Teacher, what about him? Will there be any trouble?"

Yu Xiaogang cast Yan Beifei a sidelong glance and said indifferently, "Ignore him. Someone will clean this up later. As for trouble..."

As he said this, he straightened his chest. "As long as your teacher is here, no one in all of Notting City will be able to harm you."

If Yan Beifei had already enrolled, then openly killing a student at Nording Academy would have forced him to leave this place under public condemnation, even if the academy's headmaster spoke on his behalf.

At that point, perhaps even the personnel from Notting City's Spirit Hall branch would come looking for trouble.

But since the other boy had not enrolled yet, things were much easier.

He only needed to take away the boy's martial soul certificate. Who would stand up for a poor country brat like him?

Lin Yuan watched the master and disciple leave. Only after they had gone far away did he join several bolder students in stepping forward to take a look.

Not long afterward, some students called over one of the academy's teachers.

This teacher was a young man who looked to be in his early thirties. His appearance was utterly ordinary, and his hair was dark green.

Seeing that someone had died on the very first day of school—and that he had happened to encounter it—his face immediately filled with difficulty.

"Does anyone know where his home is?"

The crowd looked at one another, yet no one could give an answer. As for the gatekeeper, afraid of being dragged into trouble, he had long since run far away.

Naturally, Lin Yuan would not miss such an excellent chance to loot the corpse. He stepped forward and said:

"Teacher, he's from Emperor Soul Village and he's an orphan. When my mother and I went to the countryside to gather medicinal herbs, I saw him before. How about I lead you there?"

As he spoke, Lin Yuan could not help secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, over the past half month, he had asked his parents about the locations of Emperor Soul Village and Holy Soul Village. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to make this offer.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." This male teacher was merely an ordinary Soul Grandmaster and had never killed anyone.

It was already impressive enough that he had not vomited on the spot upon seeing Yan Beifei's corpse.

Seeing Lin Yuan offer to lead the way, he could only reluctantly carry Yan Beifei's body on his back.

The two of them and one corpse left Nording Academy and headed toward the outskirts of the city.

During this time, perhaps because he was too nervous, or perhaps because he was afraid, the male teacher did not say a single word. He merely kept walking forward.

Only when the guards at the city gate stopped them for inspection did he open his mouth to explain.

Once they learned that it had been the eccentric Grandmaster who killed Yan Beifei, and that Yan Beifei had provoked him first—

on one side stood a lofty Soul Master, while on the other was an ordinary poor country boy. Naturally, no one cared.

After all, this world had always been one where the strong devoured the weak.

After leaving the city, Lin Yuan briefly identified the direction, then led the male teacher running toward Emperor Soul Village.

Along the way, the male teacher looked deeply uncomfortable. His already plain face resembled an eggplant struck by frost, twisted and grim.

Seeing that the timing was about right—

Lin Yuan looked at the male teacher and said, "Teacher, Emperor Soul Village isn't far from here. Why don't you head back first? I can take him home myself."

"This... wouldn't that be inappropriate?" the male teacher hesitated.

"Teacher, I suggest you go back. The villagers of Emperor Soul Village are extremely fierce. Yan Beifei died at Nording Academy. If they see a teacher from Notting City bringing his corpse back, they might do something excessive..."

Lin Yuan conveniently gave him an excuse to leave.

The male teacher had never wanted to go in the first place. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly put down Yan Beifei's corpse and changed his words. "Then sorry for the trouble. My name is Mo Hen. You can call me Teacher Mo from now on."

"Understood, Teacher Mo."

Lin Yuan watched him leave.

After Mo Hen had completely disappeared into the distance, Lin Yuan looked around. Seeing no one nearby, he hoisted Yan Beifei's corpse onto his shoulder and plunged into the deep forest.