Outside the courtyard gate, Yu Xiaogang failed to notice Li Xun stepping out of the carriage behind him. His mind was consumed by dreams of taking prodigies under his wing and becoming a teacher of gods. He looked solemnly at Tang San before him, his tone grave.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Tang San, and opened with the famous line that had spread throughout the Douluo World:
"San, remember this: there are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters."
"Everyone thinks Blue Silver Grass is a trash martial soul. So what if you have innate full soul power? With such a weak martial soul, you could spend your entire life trying and still never amount to anything. But in my eyes, your talent is unmatched!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes burned with fervor, his voice brimming with absolute confidence. He gently patted Tang San's shoulder, coaxing him along:
"Everyone on this continent has misjudged you. Only I have seen through to the true nature of your martial soul. As long as you add poison-attribute soul beasts to your Blue Silver Grass, your path to godhood will surely be much smoother."
"And across the entire Douluo Continent, if I claimed second place in soul master theory, no one would dare claim first!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. His face radiated certainty as he continued with a solemn promise:
"If you agree to become my disciple, I will devote everything I have learned in my lifetime to designing a cultivation path just for you. Even with your Blue Silver Grass martial soul, I can help you surpass every genius, crush every powerful enemy, and climb step by step to the continent's summit to become a soul master of the highest order!"
By the end, he could