Here He Comes!

Holy Soul Village was not far from Notting City. The three of them reached the city gates after half a day of walking.

"Little San, Xiao Wu, Grandpa will head back once I've taken you to the academy. After you enter, you must listen to your teachers." After entering the city and patiently giving them some instructions, Old Jack continued, "When the term ends, Grandpa will come pick you up again."

"Grandpa Jack, are you leaving so soon?" Tang San could not help asking.

You're already several decades old. What the hell are you panicking for? Seeing Tang San's flustered expression, Zhu Wu inwardly mocked.

Why weren't you panicking when you came to steal from my house?

"Inns aren't somewhere ordinary commoners like us can afford to stay." Old Jack shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Let's go." Leading Tang San along, Zhu Wu continued onward, asking passersby for the location of Notting Academy.

Some time later, the three of them spotted a massive stone archway from afar, twenty meters wide and ten meters tall. Beneath it stood a broad iron gate, with a smaller door set into its lower left side and a gatehouse beside it. Beyond the gate, the road was wide, with lush green trees lining both sides.

A plaque bearing the four gilded characters "Notting Academy" hung quietly above the archway.

Soul Masters truly are the privileged class in this world. Even a Beginner Soul Master Academy is built this well. Zhu Wu sighed inwardly.

As he looked around, he continued following Old Jack forward.

"What are you here for? Is this a place country bumpkins like you can come to?" Before they even reached the gate, they heard a sharp shout.

Looking over, they saw a young man emerge from the gatehouse. His eyes were full of contempt, and he wore the arrogant air of an absolute fool.

Great God King Tang said you already have a path to death. Zhu Wu instinctively glanced from the corner of his eye at Tang San, who stood on Old Jack's other side.

Sure enough, Tang San's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked rather displeased.

"This little brother, we're from Holy Soul Village," Old Jack explained with a placating smile.

"What a joke! Can a golden phoenix really fly out of a grass nest?" The young man's face was full of disdain, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"There hasn't been a child with soul power in the villages around Notting City for years. Yet your tiny village suddenly produced two of them? Who are you trying to fool?"

"This little brother, it's true!" Old Jack straightened his back slightly. "Look, these are certificates issued by Head Disciple Su Yuntao of Spirit Hall."

As he spoke, he took the certificates from his robes and handed them over.

Upon hearing Old Jack mention Head Disciple Su Yuntao, the young man's brows immediately knitted together. He clearly believed it somewhat. He swept his gaze over Tang San and Zhu Wu, then looked back at Old Jack and reached out to take the certificates. As he spread them apart and glanced over them, fury flared in his eyes.

"Damn it, old man, are you screwing with me?"

He immediately began cursing.

"Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with Innate Full Soul Power, Silkworm Martial Soul with innate Rank 6 soul power. Old man, even if you're forging documents, you should at least make them believable. I've worked at this academy for four years. Do you really think I don't know anything?" As he spoke, he tilted his chin up slightly, looking like a cultured man of knowledge, then snorted. "Those two Martial Souls are universally recognized as trash Martial Souls. It's impossible for them to awaken such high soul power."

With that, he tossed both certificates onto the ground. "Get the hell out of here! If you dare come make trouble again, don't blame me for getting rough!"

"You..." Old Jack's aged face flushed red with anger. He hurriedly bent down to pick up the certificates, but Zhu Wu got there first.

Seeing this, Old Jack did not bother bending down further. Instead, he raised his head and continued glaring at the young man. "You're deliberately making things difficult for us! Hmph, just wait here. I'll go to the Spirit Hall Branch and ask Head Disciple Su Yuntao to uphold justice. Let him come and judge who's right!"

Could it really be true? The young man's face immediately showed a trace of panic.

Tell me, you're just a gatekeeper earning that little salary every month, so what are you acting tough for? Whether it's real or fake, couldn't you just let them in and have the instructors examine them? More importantly, you're truly bold! You even dared throw away certificates issued by Spirit Hall. Zhu Wu, who had picked up the certificates, looked up at the young man, anger rising in his heart as well. Being arrogant was not against the law, and it was not a crime deserving death, but the guy really needed a beating.

"Little San, Xiao Wu, let's go!" Seeing that Zhu Wu had already picked up the certificates, Old Jack turned around angrily.

Zhu Wu glanced from the corner of his eye and saw that Tang San had already slightly raised his left hand.

Here he comes, here he comes, he's coming! As expected of Tang San, he really dares to do it. Zhu Wu was truly shocked.

There were people all around the entrance to the Soul Master Academy, yet Tang San actually dared to kill someone here!

"Holy Soul Village? More like Beggar Village," the young gatekeeper muttered stubbornly. Though panicked and deeply upset inside, his mouth remained tough.

"What did you say!?" Old Jack flew into a rage, spinning around to glare at the young man.

"What? Not convinced? Was I wrong?" Startled, the young man took a step back.

Then, perhaps feeling ashamed that he had cowered before an old man, anger surged into his heart. Wanting to save face, he strode forward and raised a hand to shove Old Jack.

As he raised his hand, he sneered, "Your clothes are covered in patches. I think you really did come from Beggar Village!"

"Get lost, now!"

My temper's flaring. Seeing the young man's palm about to press against Old Jack's chest, Zhu Wu directly raised his foot, his voice carrying the righteous indignation of a child.

"Bad man, don't bully my grandpa!"

However, Tang San was faster. His left hand swept upward and slapped aside the young man's outstretched left hand. He stepped forward, landing precisely on the young man's ankle. The young man immediately stumbled, and Tang San took the opportunity to push both hands against his lower abdomen. Zhu Wu's raised foot followed at just the right moment.

With a muffled thud, it struck the numb spot on the young man's calf.

"Hiss!" As though electrocuted, the young man dropped to the ground with a plop.

He kicked the numb spot? Tang San, who knew his stuff, could not help glancing at Zhu Wu. Of course, he merely thought the other boy had been lucky enough to hit it.

"Little San, Xiao Wu." Old Jack was startled and instinctively cried out.

"You little brats, you're asking to die!" The young man was enraged. Balancing on one foot, he was about to pounce on Zhu Wu, who had kicked him the hardest.

Zhu Wu was slightly startled and instinctively jumped back, while sweeping his eyes to the side.

A short crew cut, one hand behind his back, and the appearance of a man in his forties or fifties. It was obvious that the middle-aged man approaching from not far away was Yu Xiaogang. Since he knew the plot, Zhu Wu had been paying attention to his surroundings. This old fellow had noticed their conflict long ago, yet instead of shouting to stop it, he had leisurely walked over. He had only quickened his pace after the gatekeeper mentioned Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power.

Even then, he had not spoken up to stop it.

Were you afraid shouting from farther away would strain your old throat?

What the fuck are you putting on an act for?

Though Yu Xiaogang had no obligation to help, Zhu Wu had witnessed the entire process firsthand and felt that Yu Xiaogang truly loved putting on airs.

"Enough. Stop."

In Zhu Wu's field of vision, Yu Xiaogang, who was just about to reach Tang San, finally spoke in a calm tone.

"Master, you're back." The young man froze for a moment, then turned around while enduring the pain and nodded obsequiously.

Yu Xiaogang did not spare him a glance. Instead, he turned to Zhu Wu and said blandly, "Little friend, may I see the Spirit Hall certificates?"

Zhu Wu nodded and handed them over.

"Grandpa, here."