Trash Like Tang San, You Don't Deserve to Be My Disciple

Yu Xiaogang stopped dead.

Bibi Dong.

How many years had it been? He had thought he was long over her, yet hearing her name still caught his breath.

"Tang San wants to kill Bibi Dong before her time..."

Yu Xiaogang clenched his right hand into a fist inside his sleeve.

That woman who stood at the pinnacle of Spirit Hall, the one he could never forget—

This child before him wanted to kill her?

And from the sound of it, Tang San had succeeded in his previous life.

Anger surged through Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San noticed nothing. His thoughts ran on unchecked.

That idiot Gangzi. If you weren't still useful to me, if I didn't need your help, you couldn't beat me into becoming your disciple. And I'm a God King.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath.

Ye Lin stood nearby, stealing glances at Yu Xiaogang's changing expression.

By all rights, Grandmaster should have offered to take a disciple by now. Why was his face turning from pale to livid? Something seemed off.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his eyes. Inside his sleeve, his clenched fist slowly relaxed.

He had suddenly realized something.

No matter how viciously Tang San cursed him in his head, no matter if he was a reincarnated God King who had returned from a previous life, right now he was only six years old.

He had a head full of memories but no Soul Power to speak of. He couldn't even beat a gatekeeper.

Why should a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster like him be afraid?

Afraid of what? A few insults?

Once Yu Xiaogang saw it that way, the weight on his chest lifted.

Fine. You want to become my disciple and use my resources to pave your way?

While calling me trash and planning to kill my Dong'er?

Then I won't take you.

Yu Xiaogang stopped and turned around.

"Both of you have excellent talent. You're among the very best."

He paused.

"I intend to take one of you as my disciple."

Ye Lin let out a long breath of relief.

There it is. The story's still on track. Grandmaster's going to take a disciple.

He glanced at Tang San. That should settle it. Tang San will bow to him as his master in a moment.

Tang San sneered inwardly. Gangzi took his sweet time, but he finally asked.

But he hadn't accepted immediately in his previous life, either. As usual, he had to make the other man work for it. That was the dignified way to do things.

So he raised his chin and asked flatly, "What makes you qualified to take either of us as a disciple?"

According to the script from his previous life,

Yu Xiaogang should now patiently explain his theories, show off his knowledge, then humbly plead for a chance to teach him.

Tang San was ready to keep him waiting a little longer before reluctantly agreeing.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San.

"Tang San, if you don't want to be my disciple, forget it."

Tang San froze.

"As it happens, I don't want to take you."

Yu Xiaogang went on, his voice even.

"Innate Full Soul Power with a trash Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? Even if you grow up, you'll still be a worthless Soul Master. You don't deserve to be my disciple."

Tang San: "???"

Ye Lin: "???"

Both of them were stunned.

Ye Lin was dumbfounded.

Wait, is this how the story goes? Wasn't Grandmaster supposed to insist on taking Tang San as his disciple? Why is he looking down on him instead?

Tang San's expression finally changed.

He stared at Yu Xiaogang. "What did you say?"

Yu Xiaogang replied calmly,

"I said that Innate Full Soul Power with a trash Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul will still amount to a worthless Soul Master."

"You don't deserve to be my disciple."

"I thought your talent was too poor from the start. I only said I'd take one of you to spare you some embarrassment."

"If you don't want it, then suit yourself."

Tang San's face darkened completely.

Yu Xiaogang turned straight to Ye Lin. "Ye Lin, would you become my disciple?"

Ye Lin was utterly bewildered.

The story's gone off the rails. Completely off the rails.

Wasn't Yu Xiaogang supposed to realize Tang San had Twin Martial Souls?

Why is Grandmaster so quick to reject Tang San? Why is he looking at me instead?

All Ye Lin had wanted since arriving in this world was to keep a low profile.

Frown, then slip behind the crowd.

How did I end up in the spotlight?

He stole a glance at Tang San. His eyes were icy cold.

"Grandmaster, I..."

"Ye Lin, don't be so quick to refuse." Yu Xiaogang waved a hand.

"Your Martial Soul is a Body Martial Soul. That's very rare. I haven't studied it in great depth, but I still know far more about it than most people."

"At the very least, no one at Nuoding Academy understands this kind of Martial Soul better than I do."

"And if you study under me, I'll arrange for someone to help you obtain your first Spirit Ring. You can become a Soul Master right away."

Ye Lin still hesitated. He opened his mouth.

He really didn't want to draw attention to himself.

Seeing his hesitation, Yu Xiaogang added,

"Oh, and as my disciple, you can eat at the academy cafeteria for free. Three meals a day, all covered."

"Teacher!" Ye Lin bowed ninety degrees on the spot.

"Your disciple Ye Lin greets you, Teacher!"

Yu Xiaogang paused, then the corners of his mouth lifted.

The boy had hesitated over everything else, but the moment free food came up, he made up his mind.

What a crafty Pig Demon.

He nodded and reached out as if to help Ye Lin up.

"Rise. Study hard under me from now on."

Tang San clenched his fists.

A trash Body Martial Soul, bought off with a few free meals. How pathetic can you get?

Grandmaster, my ass. You think my Martial Soul is weak? I think you're a garbage teacher! You think I want to be your disciple?

You've been stuck at level twenty-nine for half your life. What makes you think you can teach me?

He gave Yu Xiaogang another look, his contempt deepening.

And you want to get Ye Lin his first Spirit Ring?

Let's see what you do when that four-hundred-year Mandala Snake attacks.

A Soul Grandmaster with no fighting ability takes a complete novice out to hunt for a Spirit Ring. Do you think the Soul Hunting Forest is your backyard?

If I hadn't used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon and my Sleeve Arrows to kill that Mandala Snake by sheer luck in my previous life, it would have swallowed you whole.

Let's see how you two die this time!

Every one of Tang San's thoughts entered Yu Xiaogang's mind.

We'll encounter a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake on the hunt?

That was far too dangerous.

He was a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, strong in theory but admittedly weak in actual combat.

If they ran into a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake in the wild, protecting Ye Lin would be out of the question. He might not even be able to protect himself.

But who said he had to take Ye Lin alone?

Sigma, the headmaster of Nuoding Academy, was an old friend and a level-forty-three Battle Soul Sect. If he came along, nothing could go wrong.