The man with the crew cut looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was of medium build, slightly thin, with refined, handsome features and somewhat thick lips. Although he looked rather dispirited, the arrogance in his eyes was impossible to hide. (Don't call Yu Xiaogang ugly. If he were ugly, Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong would never have fallen for him!)
Needless to say, this was none other than the renowned theoretical Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, whose level remained at 29 even as his age broke past fifty.
Innate full soul power was like a deadly poison to him.
The perfect experimental subject to prove his theories had appeared. Without a care for manners, he quickened his pace and eagerly pushed his way inside.
With a crash, someone violently flung the door open. It slammed hard against the wall, shuddering from the impact.
Everyone in the middle of the conversation turned toward the noise in unison.
Only the dean looked displeased, the corner of his mouth twitching. People had burst through his door one after another today, and he couldn't help spending a few seconds mourning it.
But when he saw that the newcomer was Yu Xiaogang, there wasn't much he could say.
The dean braced himself against his desk and stood up. Looking at Yu Xiaogang, he smiled and asked, "Xiaogang, what brings you here?"
Yu Xiaogang entered in a rush, his thoughts focused entirely on innate full soul power. He couldn't be bothered to acknowledge Dean Lin.
He hurried up to Dean Lin in a few strides, grabbed both his arms, and urgently asked:
"Where's that child with innate full soul power?"
Yu Xiaogang's urgency twisted his expression into something ferocious. Hearing his question, the smile that had just appeared on Dean Lin's face vanished completely.
Over the years, Dean Lin had long since grown dissatisfied with Yu Xiaogang. He provided him with free food and lodging and recommended students to him.
His sincerity could hardly have been greater!
Yet Yu Xiaogang hated being insulted, and when teaching duties were arranged for him, he refused to do them.
Every day, he spouted nonsense about there being no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters!
A few years ago, a promising child with a Ghost Leopard martial soul and innate level-six soul power had finally appeared. Dean Lin had earnestly urged him to take the child as his student, only for him to turn his nose up at the offer.
He had said that not just anyone was worthy of becoming his disciple.
Dean Lin had been utterly dumbfounded. The child had innate level-six soul power and a martial soul of respectable strength. Barring any mishaps, he had the potential to become a Soul Emperor or Soul Saint, yet he supposedly wasn't worthy of studying under this piece of trash.
In the end, that promising child had been so furious that he withdrew from the academy!
Even now, the thought pained him.
Back when he first met Yu Xiaogang, if the man hadn't been the son of a Titled Douluo and the Horn of Wisdom of the Golden Iron Triangle...
He wouldn't have given this useless king of farts the time of day!
Now the man was clinging to his academy, freeloading on food and drink. If not for his lofty background, Dean Lin would have thrown him out long ago.
And now, at the mere mention of innate full soul power, he had followed the scent straight here.
His smile gone, Dean Lin couldn't be bothered to waste words. With a stony expression, he pulled out Li Mingzhu's Registration Form and flung it over.
"Take it!"
Dean Lin tossed it over with extreme reluctance. With the man's powerful background, would he dare refuse?
Now somewhat crazed, Yu Xiaogang caught the form and inspected it.
Name: Li Mingzhu Age: 6 Soul power: Level 10 Martial soul: Body
Hahaha! A trash martial soul and innate full soul power-definitely twin martial souls!
"My chance to make the name Yu Xiaogang famous across the continent has arrived!"
After reading the form, Yu Xiaogang's fantasies grew increasingly wild. He could almost see himself becoming the teacher of the youngest Titled Douluo and achieving true fame across the continent.
Without paying any further attention to the trash in the office, he excitedly headed outside.
Watching Yu Xiaogang's crazed behavior, Director Su couldn't help curling his lip.
"Dean, you just told him like that? Won't this cause trouble?"
Hearing Director Su's words, Dean Lin replied helplessly, "What could I do? He insisted!"
"He insisted, so you gave it to him!"
Dean Lin couldn't be bothered to listen to Director Su's quips. He also knew that scarcely anyone among the academy's teachers and students didn't hate Yu Xiaogang.
At that moment, Xiaogang was brimming with satisfaction. Never before had he felt so good.
If the timing hadn't been unsuitable, he would already have gone to Li Mingzhu's lodgings to talk him into becoming his disciple.
With my distinguished status and vast knowledge, getting some little country bumpkin to accept me as his teacher will be a piece of cake.
When the time comes, I'll expose the secret of his twin martial souls, then tempt him with a Space Soul Tool. There's no way that brat won't be swayed.
After saying that, he began laughing maniacally in the academy, without the slightest concern for his image.
The teachers and students passing through the academy couldn't make sense of this notorious piece of trash. They could only quietly keep their distance, lest they catch whatever he had.
Meanwhile, Li Mingzhu sneezed several times in succession while meditating. He raised a hand to rub his aching nose and silently muttered to himself.
Could Grandpa Mu be thinking about me?
Taking the opportunity to end his meditation, Li Mu stretched his aching body.
As things stood, his soul power had already reached a bottleneck.
But constrained by the rules of the Douluo Continent, he still couldn't break through to the next level.
Although he could continue cultivating and accumulating soul power at the bottleneck...
How could the amount and speed at which a Soul Scholar accumulated soul power possibly compare to those of a One-Ring Soul Master?
Soul masters at different levels cultivated at different speeds.
What Xiaogang had told Little Scumbag in the original story was purely an excuse. He wasn't strong enough to take him soul hunting, so he could only placate him for the time being.
Speaking of Xiaogang, Li Mingzhu would never have imagined that the man was currently coveting him so intensely!
Thinking of this, Li Mingzhu began wrestling with his own dilemma.
In so many matters, tugging a single hair could move the entire body, and his current situation was no exception.
Not only did he possess twin martial souls, but he even surpassed the likes of Tang San and Bibi Dong. His martial souls were of a higher grade, and he could use both at the same time.
But the Body Sect didn't exist in this era. He knew nothing about a second martial soul awakening or body combat techniques, so developing through his body martial soul in the early stages would be too difficult.
Without a sufficiently powerful backer, any excessively shocking display would leave him unable to escape death.
Granted, with his talent, he was guaranteed to become a god if he kept his head down and followed Tang San. But as an otherworldly demon, how could he serve as someone else's lackey?
"I was a lackey before transmigrating, and I'd still be a lackey afterward? Wouldn't that make the whole transmigration a waste?"
Besides, in a fantasy world, individual might was concentrated within a single person. Only holding everything in his own hands would keep him safe.
People from Dragon Country all lacked a sense of security. Only strength-firepower-could provide it! (Just like those researchers who had risked their lives to develop an atomic bomb back then.)
After thinking for a long time, Li Mingzhu made up his mind. He would first add a soul ring to the Ancient Void Dragon, then use its innate domain to conceal his martial soul's phantom directly within the void.
Then, when he used both martial souls simultaneously, no one would be able to tell that his soul ring didn't belong to his body martial soul.
With the Ancient Void Dragon martial soul's power, getting ahead in the early stages would be no problem. Coupled with its formidable spatial abilities, it would also make escaping easier if he encountered a tough opponent later.
From Director Su alone, he had learned that the new Supreme Pontiff, Bibi Dong, had been crowned only three years ago. That proved he was a full three years older than Tang San. If he still couldn't develop with that advantage, he might as well hang himself and return to Blue Star.
"That would spare me from disgracing transmigrators!"
The warm sun sank in the west, and a cold moon slowly rose.
Evening had arrived.
Li Mingzhu was still in his room making plans, while Yu Xiaogang was still drooling over his rosy dreams.
An entire night quietly slipped away. A fish-belly white gradually spread across the horizon as dawn broke.
Dressed in luxurious clothes, Yu Xiaogang stood before a mirror, tidying his appearance, ready to leave a good impression on his future disciple!
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