Tang San, I Don't Think I Offended You, Did I?

"Thank you, thank you, Mentor." The villager suspected nothing and hurriedly took the certificate, bowing in gratitude.

By the time he looked up again, Yu Xiaogang had already led Tang San away.

That mentor the gatekeeper had called Grandmaster sure had a strange temper. Muttering inwardly, the villager quickly handed the bedding to Yang Yunhai and urged him with a smile.

"Xiao Hai, hurry and catch up with the mentor. Study hard at the academy from now on, and strive to become a true Spirit Master as soon as possible."

The difference in treatment really is huge. Watching Yu Xiaogang hold Tang San's hand with one hand while tucking the other certificate behind his waist with the other, Yang Yunhai sighed inwardly.

Yu Xiaogang walked quickly and had already entered through the gate, with no intention of stopping to wait for him.

Without changing expression, Yang Yunhai obediently nodded. "Mm, I'll definitely work hard."

As he spoke, he took the certificate and tucked it into his clothes, then accepted the bedding with both hands and bowed slightly in farewell.

"Uncle, I'm going in."

"Go on." The villager smiled faintly as he watched Yang Yunhai clutch the bedding and run off.

Only when Yang Yunhai was about to catch up to Yu Xiaogang did he finally turn and leave with peace of mind.

Just then, Yu Xiaogang turned to look at Tang San.

"The Spirit Hall certificate says your name is Tang San, correct? Tang San, you must understand that Grandmaster and teacher have vastly different meanings. Don't call me the wrong thing in the future."

"Unless..." His tone paused there, his gaze toward Tang San blazing with fervor.

"Unless you are truly willing to have me as your teacher."

"Do you want to teach me how to cultivate my martial soul?" Tang San could not help asking.

Yu Xiaogang stopped and faced Tang San, smiling. "Then are you willing?"

Tang San said nothing, merely raising his head to look quietly at Yu Xiaogang.

Tap, tap, tap. Crisp footsteps approached.

Yu Xiaogang instinctively turned his head, and his brows immediately furrowed. It was Yang Yunhai, carrying the bedding.

A trace of displeasure flashed through his eyes, but only for an instant before his expression returned to normal. Turning back to Tang San, he reached out and ruffled his hair, nodding slightly with a smile. "Tang San, you truly are a clever child."

"Let's go." He gave Tang San a meaningful look without explaining, then took his hand and continued onward.

He did not spare Yang Yunhai another glance.

Tang San, however, turned back to glance at Yang Yunhai, deep in thought.

This Grandmaster probably truly possesses real knowledge.

In the Tang Sect of his previous life, many powerful secret arts had always been restricted to the sect's true disciples. Only top-tier secret arts, unlike the common rabble's techniques, needed safeguards against outsiders secretly learning them. The Tang Sect's supreme manual, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, was one such example.

Outer disciples, inner disciples, core disciples, true disciples—the reason the Tang Sect divided its disciples into so many ranks was to strictly select those truly loyal to the sect and qualified to inherit its secret arts. Those who enjoyed the sect's nurturing while secretly contemplating betraying their teacher and destroying the sect would pose immense, lasting danger if they learned such arts. They were absolutely unforgivable.

If Yu Xiaogang truly had unique insights into Spirit Master knowledge and could allow his disciples to stay a step ahead of others, then his caution was only natural.

With that thought, Tang San suddenly found himself looking forward to his next conversation with Yu Xiaogang. At the same time, he felt somewhat displeased. His peripheral vision could not help drifting once more toward Yang Yunhai behind him.

This child had arrived at a terrible time. He was getting in the way.

"???" Seeing Tang San glance at him from the corner of his eye with a slight frown, Yang Yunhai felt his heart suddenly clench.

There is always a way to court death—the great saying of Tang Buddha himself. I remember it clearly.

Tang San, I don't think I've offended you, have I? If I could beat you and didn't have to fear you, I'd probably throw back a "What are you looking at?!" But honestly, Tang San's emotional control is terrible. Fine, look at me if you want, but why furrow your brows? Even an idiot can tell you're unhappy with me. Cursing inwardly while pretending to know nothing, he shifted his gaze and looked ahead. A towering building came into view.

An idea struck him, and he immediately spoke.

"It's so tall! Grandmaster, what is that place?"

"That is the Dean's Office, and also where New Life students report." Yu Xiaogang's thoughts shifted as well, and he said blandly, "If you are in a hurry, you can go there by yourself first. There are dedicated mentors there to receive students. Just go in and ask anyone."

"Mm-hmm, thank you, Grandmaster." Yang Yunhai immediately nodded and muttered to himself, "After registering, I still need to tidy up my dorm, find out where classes are and where to eat, then go out and buy some daily necessities. There are so many things to do today."

Having said that, he hurriedly bowed. "Grandmaster, I'll be going first. Goodbye, Grandmaster!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he ran off at full speed, looking extremely hurried.

He really is impatient, Tang San judged.

Yu Xiaogang merely shook his head slightly before turning to Tang San. "Tang San, aren't you in a hurry?"

Tang San did not answer. He simply stopped and raised his head to look at Yu Xiaogang.

"Tang San, you are very good." Yu Xiaogang's gaze flickered as he nodded in praise. "Exceptionally gifted, and so intelligent as well. It seems I must be stubborn for once too. After all, you are the third person on the continent in the past hundred years to possess Twin Martial Souls."

Tang San's expression immediately changed, and his left wrist quietly lifted.

"Are you very curious about how I knew you possessed Twin Martial Souls?" Yu Xiaogang smiled and shook the certificate in his hand.

"It is because of this certificate." He began confidently explaining the results of his research.

Not long afterward, Yang Yunhai, who had already gone some distance away, suddenly turned back and happened to see Tang San kneel and kowtow.

So these two thought I was in the way? Yu Xiaogang wants to take him as a disciple, so I can understand why he found me obstructive. But Tang San wanted to hear Yu Xiaogang's grand theories and thought I was in the way too? Is that why he gave me that look?

He could not help forming that guess in his heart.

There were no words to describe how he felt at that moment. He could only spit out a famous line from his previous life: "MMP!"

He had to admit that Yu Xiaogang had quite a few tricks and plenty of experience when it came to fooling people.

He quickly turned around and ran toward the Dean's Office.

Before long, he arrived at the Dean's Office, completed his registration without issue, and received a set of school uniforms.

As he walked out of the Dean's Office, he happened to see Yu Xiaogang leading Tang San inside. He politely greeted him, "Hello, Grandmaster."

Yu Xiaogang ignored him, merely giving a slight nod with an indifferent expression before leading Tang San inside.

Whether it was because of the bad impression he had left earlier or because he was too dark-skinned, Tang San did not even glance his way.

"..." Yang Yunhai had no strength left to complain and simply walked away.

Not long after, he arrived at Dorm Seven.

As he entered, seven or eight "burly men" between the ages of eight and twelve all turned to look at him.

Seeing this, Yang Yunhai immediately introduced himself with practiced familiarity. "Hello, everyone. I'm Yang Yunhai, a work-study student from Lonely Grass Village. You can call me Xiao Hai."

"My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and my Innate Soul Power is only rank 0.5. I hope you'll all take care of me from now on."

Although he had only run a small repair shop in his previous life, he had learned a thing or two about dealing with people in business.

Blue Silver Grass, Innate Soul Power rank 0.5. The others, who had originally wanted to mock the idea of Blue Silver Grass being able to cultivate, immediately swallowed their words upon hearing that his Innate Soul Power was only rank 0.5—especially since Yang Yunhai was being so polite.

This kid really knew how to behave!

Forget fighting over who was boss. With Innate Soul Power at rank 0.5 and Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul, he clearly could not take a beating.

With that in mind, the leading older boy strode forward and said boldly, "My name is Wang Sheng. My martial soul is Battle Tiger. I'll be a Battle Spirit Master in the future, and I'm also the boss here."

"You're called Xiao Hai, right? Don't be afraid. Once you're in Dorm Seven, we're family. I'll look after you from now on."

"Thank you, Brother Wang." Yang Yunhai nodded at once, then looked Wang Sheng up and down and put his verbal skills to work. "Brother Wang, you're so strong. Tigers are ferocious beasts—just hearing the name of your martial soul makes it sound powerful. I believe you'll definitely become a mighty Battle Spirit Master one day."

Wang Sheng immediately revealed a bashful smile and scratched his head with his right hand in embarrassment. "Hehe, I'll take that as a good omen."

After saying that, he glanced at the bedding in front of Yang Yunhai, which nearly blocked his entire upper body, as well as the school uniform folded on top. He immediately held out his hands and said warmly, "Little Brother Xiao Hai, you've carried such a huge bundle of bedding all this way. You must be tired."

"Come, let me carry it for you. Pick whichever bed you like in our dorm, and I'll move it over for you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Brother Wang." Yang Yunhai replied politely and let go.

Very soon, with the help of his new companions, his bed was made.

Just then, crisp footsteps sounded from outside the still-open wooden door.