A trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass? Let the Golden Generation experience the terror of the Blue Silver Emperor early!

Spirit City.

As Bibi Dong's personal disciple, Tang San already had his accommodation prepared: an entire building to himself.

Such treatment was exceptional. Only the three members of the Golden Generation enjoyed it in all of Spirit Hall Academy.

On the training grounds.

The seven members of the Spirit Hall Academy Team had arrived long ago and were training.

Their seven Martial Souls complemented one another, with assault-type and support-type Soul Masters all accounted for. They worked together seamlessly and were equally confident about the Soul Master Tournament a year away.

A tall, chubby young man threw a punch. He was Li Kai, an assault-type Soul Master on the Spirit Hall Academy Team.

Li Kai withdrew his fist and suddenly spoke. "Boss, have you heard?"

At his words, a young man turned to look. He stood a hundred and ninety centimeters tall, with neatly cropped black hair, a pale face, hollow cheeks, and an exceedingly gloomy gaze. Merely standing there, he sent chills down people's spines.

He was Xie Yue, the leader of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation.

Xie Yue's expression did not change at all. "Heard what? That our team is getting a substitute?"

Li Kai nodded, puzzlement showing between his brows.

"Exactly. The seven of us have trained together ever since we were selected. We already know each other inside out. Why suddenly add a substitute?"

"Could it be..."

The words had barely left his mouth when Xie Yue shot him a sideways look. Although he said nothing, the presence he exuded was enough to make Li Kai swallow the words he had yet to say.

"Is it your place to question an order from His Holiness the Pope?"

Xie Yue withdrew his gaze, his tone brimming with confidence.

"It's just one more substitute. Are you afraid someone will take your place?"

"It's not as though you don't know how strong our academy team is. What opponent could possibly give a substitute a chance to take the field? Ridiculous."

At this, a burly, red-haired youth with bulging muscles nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. It doesn't matter whether the team has a substitute. As long as the seven of us take action, no enemy will be a match for us!"

He was Yan, one of the Golden Generation!

Yan was even more blunt and straightforward. He patted Li Kai on the shoulder.

"Relax. Whatever background or connections this substitute has, could he possibly work more closely with us than we do with each other?"

"Don't forget, we're all geniuses picked through Spirit Hall's rounds of selection. Which of us isn't a genius the Pope values?"

"Confidence is what matters most!"

The two had just finished talking when footsteps sounded.

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw Tang San walking slowly over with a smile.

"You're the substitute His Holiness the Pope mentioned?"

Xie Yue raised an eyebrow. He had not expected Tang San to be so young.

Yan strode over casually and looked Tang San up and down.

"Not bad, kid. You've earned His Holiness the Pope's appreciation at such a young age. What a pity."

"If you hadn't run into us, you might actually have had a chance to show your skills at the national Soul Master Tournament. This time, you'll only get to watch from the sidelines."

"But don't worry. Stick with us, and you're guaranteed to improve quickly."

Yan meant no harm when he said this. In his eyes, everyone in Spirit Hall was family, and what he said was simply the truth.

He had initially worried that a team member might be replaced, but seeing Tang San's age put him completely at ease. Someone this young had probably been sent over by His Holiness the Pope to be nurtured.

Seeing Yan like this, a trace of helplessness entered Xie Yue's eyes, and he pulled him back.

"Don't say that. Since he's a substitute, there'll always be a chance for him to take the field. Brother, what's your name? How old are you, what's your Martial Soul, and what type of Soul Master are you?"

"Getting to know you beforehand will make it easier for us to work together. It is a team competition, after all."

Despite saying this, Xie Yue had never actually considered the possibility that Tang San would take the field. He was merely exchanging a few polite words.

As the captain and leader of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, Xie Yue was not only powerful but also highly practiced in handling people and social situations.

Tang San did not particularly mind. Previously, the God King Tang had trained at Shrek Academy and had only fought these members of the Spirit Hall Academy Team once, without learning much about them. Seeing them now, he found them rather amusing.

"My name is Tang San. Thirteen years old, a rank thirty-eight Soul Elder. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass."

As he spoke, a stalk of Blue Silver Grass spread from Tang San's hand, swaying in the wind, and three Soul Rings appeared.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

When his words fell, Xie Yue and the others first froze, then showed some shock.

What stunned them was Tang San's Soul Power. He was only thirteen, yet he had already reached rank thirty-eight at such a young age?

Even Xie Yue and the others had not possessed such high Soul Power at Tang San's age.

What shocked them even more was that Tang San's Martial Soul was actually Blue Silver Grass?

That was a universally known trash Martial Soul!

With a Martial Soul like that, he had cultivated to Soul Elder at such a young age, and had even earned His Holiness the Pope's regard and been chosen as a substitute for the Spirit Hall Academy Team?

For a moment, everyone present fell silent.

Which of them, from Xie Yue to Yan, was not a genius who had passed through round after round of selection? The three members of the Golden Generation needed no introduction, each possessing an immensely powerful Martial Soul, and even the others had their own distinctive strengths.

And now someone with Blue Silver Grass had suddenly come to be their teammate?

Yan frowned and spoke outright. "What's going on? How could someone with Blue Silver Grass become our substitute?"

His words were extremely blunt, sparing Tang San no dignity whatsoever.

Beside him, a young woman with peach-blossom eyes and a curvaceous figure hurriedly kicked Yan when she heard this.

"Ahem, don't say that. Since Teacher made this choice, she naturally has her reasons."

She was Hu Liena, Bibi Dong's other disciple, whom Bibi Dong regarded as her successor to the papacy.

Hu Liena smiled and extended a hand to Tang San. "Xiao San, Brother Yan sometimes speaks without thinking. Don't take it to heart."

Hearing this, Yan lowered his head and muttered.

"Isn't Blue Silver Grass a trash Martial Soul? I'm not wrong."

At those words, even the normally composed Xie Yue could barely stand it. He turned and glared fiercely at Yan.

If anyone present was happiest, it was undoubtedly Li Kai. He laughed heartily. "Welcome to our team. Watch carefully and learn well from now on."

Tang San was not surprised by their reactions. It was only natural for people to look down on a rubbish Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass.

But that did not mean he would endure it in silence.

I won't even indulge the other six monsters. Why would I indulge you lot?

Unless I show you a thing or two, you really won't know what a God King is!

A faint smile appeared on Tang San's face. "I don't mind being a substitute. But can I really learn anything by following you?"

Everyone present froze at his words.

Yan had the fiercest temper. His eyebrows rose, and he asked in a grave voice, "What do you mean by that?"

Tang San spread his hands. "It's simple. I don't think there's anything I can learn from you."

"To put it bluntly, I don't think you're all that strong."

As soon as he said this, everyone's expression changed. Even the ever-calm Xie Yue's eyes showed a trace of anger. He felt that the person before him was far too arrogant.

Yan curled his lips and looked at Li Kai. "Well? Why don't you two have a match?"

His meaning was clear. Wasn't Li Kai worried about being replaced? They could fight right now, let Tang San see the gap between them, and he would retreat in the face of difficulty.

Tang San glanced at Li Kai and shook his head.

"He's no match for me."

"What I actually want to see is whether the so-called Spirit Hall Golden Generation is really as formidable as the rumors say."