Tang San's Soul Tool and More Than a Thousand Gold Soul Coins

As Yu Xiaogang explained things sentence by sentence, the defenses in Tang San's heart had long since crumbled. His knees buckled, and he was about to kneel. Fortunately, Han Yu, who stood beside him, was quick to catch him.

"Little San! Are you stupid? Go outside first. I'll talk to this teacher."

Looking exasperated at Tang San's failure to live up to his expectations, Han Yu pushed him out the door, then shut it firmly behind him.

"What are you doing?"

The whole sequence left Yu Xiaogang somewhat bewildered. He had said so much, and the admiration in Tang San's eyes had clearly been growing, only for Han Yu to push him outside.

Han Yu coughed twice and spoke to Yu Xiaogang without the slightest politeness.

"You said all that because you want the two of us to become your disciples, right?"

Yu Xiaogang did not get angry at Han Yu's words. He smiled faintly and said,

"You really are a clever child. That is what I had in mind. What do you think?"

If Yu Xiaogang had to choose between the two boys for a disciple, he would naturally choose Han Yu first. But the two were biological brothers, so he could only take them both under his wing.

"What can you teach me? How to cultivate? Or will you take me to hunt Soul Beasts?"

Han Yu did not answer right away. He looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes full of mockery.

Yu Xiaogang froze. This was exactly what he feared someone would bring up. His expression stiffened for just an instant before he smiled again.

"Anyone can do those things for you. What I can teach you is something none of them have."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang sat up on the bed and spread his arms, an enraptured expression on his face. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Han Yu.

"What level is your Soul Power?"

A critical hit from Han Yu.

"What I teach you is knowledge-knowledge never before seen on the Douluo Continent."

"What level is your Soul Power?"

Another critical hit.

"Have you heard of the 'Ten Core Competencies Theory' that shook the Soul Master World?"

"What level is your Soul Power?"

Humiliated and angry, Yu Xiaogang said,

"Can you stop bringing up Soul Power?"

Han Yu thought for a moment, then followed up with a string of questions.

"Can you take me to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

"Can you give me more Gold Soul Coins than I could ever spend?"

"Can you give me a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?"

"Didn't I come to Nuoding Academy to learn knowledge?"

Frozen. Shocked. Stabbed through the heart and pierced through the lungs.

Each sentence Han Yu spoke was like a blade thrust into Yu Xiaogang's lungs and twisted without end.

"You can't give me anything, so why should I become your disciple?"

Han Yu took in Yu Xiaogang's expression, heaved an affected sigh, and turned to leave.

"Wait, wait!"

Just as Han Yu was about to open the door, Yu Xiaogang called out to stop him.

"I-I do have something. I have a Soul Tool."

As he spoke, a belt appeared in Yu Xiaogang's hand, with twenty-four gemstones inlaid in it.

"That's it?"

Han Yu took the belt, weighed it in his hand, and wrapped it around his waist. He looked at Yu Xiaogang with a face full of disdain.

The corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched. He thought to himself that this was bad.

I was so busy showing myself off that I forgot this belt was for my disciple. But since he's already put it around his waist, he should have accepted, right??

"Well then, in that case, what do you say-"

"No."

Han Yu naturally knew what Yu Xiaogang wanted to say next and cut him off with a refusal.

He had sacrificed the bait but still hadn't caught the wolf, and Yu Xiaogang was growing anxious. Now that he had given the belt away, he naturally couldn't ask for it back, or his already poor reputation would plunge into the abyss.

"Then can I take your younger brother as my disciple?"

Settling for the next best thing, Yu Xiaogang turned his attention to Tang San, whose Innate Soul Power was level eight and whose Martial Soul was only Blue Silver Grass. Han Yu had accepted the belt but still refused to become his disciple, so Yu Xiaogang had no other choice.

As the days and months pass, Han Yu will surely see how much knowledge I possess.

That was what Yu Xiaogang thought. Unfortunately, Han Yu already knew what kind of man he was and would never become his disciple in this lifetime.

"But that's my little brother."

Surprise appeared on Han Yu's face.

"That's my little brother, whom I've doted on ever since he was little."

Yu Xiaogang's expectant expression grew somewhat dejected, but a trace of hope remained in his eyes.

"That's my own little brother, who grew up alongside me."

Han Yu put heavy emphasis on the words "own little brother." Yu Xiaogang went limp and collapsed onto the bed, his head hanging as a gloomy gray air seemed to emanate from his whole body.

"You'll have to pay more."

"Hm?"

Yu Xiaogang slowly raised his head, as though he hadn't heard what Han Yu had just said.

"I said,"

Han Yu stared at Yu Xiaogang and spoke with a serious expression.

"You'll have to pay more!"

Creak.

The door to Yu Xiaogang's dorm room opened, and Han Yu emerged, looking full of vigor. Seeing Tang San standing outside the door looking somewhat lost, Han Yu happily said to him,

"Go on, Little San. Your big brother found you a teacher."

Yu Xiaogang, who had been inside, was now standing in the doorway as well. His eyes bright, he took Tang San by the hand like a brothel madam and led him into the room, shutting the door firmly behind them.

I'm rich, I'm rich! Who knew Tang San was worth so much! Yu Xiaogang really knows how to play along. This opportunity came so suddenly!

Han Yu's eyes shone as he looked at a bag inside his ring Soul Tool. It contained more than a thousand Gold Soul Coins, the savings Yu Xiaogang had amassed over half his life.

Humming a tune and singing a song, he swaggered all the way to Dorm Seven. He kicked the door open and said arrogantly,

"Who's the boss? Come take a beating."

Several children were sitting together on the beds inside. Hearing the voice from the doorway, they exchanged glances, and a larger boy walked over.

"I'm Wang Sheng, the boss of Dorm Seven. Who are you?"

"From now on, I'm the boss."

Han Yu grinned and punched Wang Sheng, sending him flying back onto a bed.

A sneak attack!

Wang Sheng was shocked. The instant he fell onto the bed, he completed his Martial Soul Possession. He steadied himself, then roared and pounced at Han Yu.

Han Yu had absorbed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone and a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. How could the physiques of these children compare to his? In no time at all, he had beaten Wang Sheng into complete submission.

"Boss, what's your Martial Soul?"

Han Yu had naturally gone easy on the children. Wang Sheng had only gotten a little dusty and had not suffered a single injury. He naturally knew Han Yu had held back, so he was all the more convinced.

"Don't worry about that. Anyway, it's very strong."

Han Yu cheerfully watched the children make up his bedding for him, casually picked up an apple, and took a bite.

A little unripe.

Sour.

"Is this Dorm Seven?"

Just as Han Yu was about to throw away the apple in his hand, he heard a clear voice from the doorway. He looked up to see a pretty little girl standing there. Her lovely little face was fair with a rosy blush, so pink and tender that she looked just like a honey peach, making one want to take a bite.

Of course, Han Yu did just that.