Yu Xiaogang Was Stunned

Holy Academy, the dean's office.

Yu Xiaogang stood by the window, his brow slightly furrowed. The practical class teacher had already told him about Wang Feng, and he had also questioned Tang San and learned a fact.

Wang Feng actually had Twin Martial Souls as well. That was something he hadn't expected.

But now that he thought about it, he really had underestimated Wang Feng. Since Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, had personally taken Wang Feng as her disciple, how could he possibly be ordinary?

Bang, bang, bang!

Just then, someone knocked on the office door.

Yu Xiaogang came back to his senses and sat back down in his chair. "Who is it?" he asked.

"Dean, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has brought the clan's students to enroll."

Yu Xiaogang sprang to his feet, his body trembling slightly.

"Dean, should I take them straight to the academic affairs office?" The staff member outside saw that Yu Xiaogang hadn't responded for a while and spoke up again.

Yu Xiaogang came back to his senses and headed for the door. "Wait!"

When he reached the door, he composed himself, took a deep breath, and opened it.

Standing outside were Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and several students who had been selected in advance, including Yu Tianheng.

Yu Xiaogang and Yu Yuanzhen's eyes met. Both fell silent, gazing at each other without a word.

Only after a long while did Yu Yuanzhen speak. "Xiaogang, have you been well all these years?"

"I've been all right." Yu Xiaogang nodded, his body trembling slightly.

"Why aren't you greeting him?" Yu Yuanzhen glanced sideways at the youngsters behind him and spoke coldly.

"Greetings, Dean."

The five hurriedly bowed to Yu Xiaogang.

"Hmm?" Yu Yuanzhen frowned, displeased.

"Greetings, Uncle," the five quickly corrected themselves. They naturally knew who Yu Xiaogang was. After all, practically everyone in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan knew that the patriarch had a good-for-nothing son, Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang smiled and nodded to the five, then looked at the staff member. "Take them to the academic affairs office to register and arrange their classes and accommodations."

"Yes, Dean."

The man nodded and led Yu Tianheng and the other four away.

"Father, come in and let's talk," Yu Xiaogang said, his voice trembling slightly as he stepped aside.

Yu Yuanzhen walked in. Yu Xiaogang closed the door, poured a glass of water and handed it to him, then sat down across from him.

"Xiaogang, you've suffered all these years. I know I've failed you as your father. I wasn't capable of letting you stay in the clan," Yu Yuanzhen said, looking at Yu Xiaogang with some guilt.

Although Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul had undergone a malignant mutation, no matter how it changed, Yu Xiaogang was still his son.

"Father, you haven't failed me. Leaving the clan was my own choice. I know you were under a lot of pressure in the clan too."

"As your father, I'm truly happy that you think that way. But don't worry. Now that you're the dean of this Holy Academy, I believe it won't be long before everyone on the Douluo Continent knows your name. By then, no one will dare stop you from returning to the clan again."

"Mm, don't worry, Father. I'll definitely come to the clan to see you myself." Yu Xiaogang nodded, his gaze becoming resolute.

Father and son began talking freely. Perhaps outsiders would have thought their relationship must be poor, but in truth, not only was it far from poor, it was actually very good. Each cared deeply about the other.

So now that they had met, they naturally had plenty to talk about.

The two talked for the entire afternoon, and even when mealtime came, they didn't leave the room.

At last, Yu Yuanzhen turned the conversation to something else.

"Xiaogang, do you know Wang Feng?"

"Wang Feng! Father, what do you know?" Yu Xiaogang looked at his father. From his words, he could tell that his father definitely knew something about Wang Feng and had even had contact with him.

"That boy has the rarely seen Twin Martial Souls." Yu Yuanzhen frowned, his voice somewhat cold.

"Yes. I only found out today that he actually has Twin Martial Souls, and though he's still under ten, his Soul Power Level has already reached Level 24."

"Xiaogang, that boy is far from as simple as you think."

"What? Is there something else I don't know? Father, what do you mean?" Yu Xiaogang looked at Yu Yuanzhen in surprise. Was there more to him than Twin Martial Souls?

"Do you know the age of his First Soul Ring?"

"Could it be a thousand years?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly stood up in shock. If his father was asking him that, then it definitely wasn't a Hundred-Year Soul Ring.

"A thousand years? Heh, it's ten thousand."

"Ten... ten thousand years!" Yu Xiaogang cried out and staggered back several steps, trembling. "No wonder, no wonder he said those things. It's actually ten thousand years! How is that possible?"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly recalled what Little San had told him, the words Wang Feng had asked him to pass on. They concerned the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that Yu Xiaogang had proposed. He hadn't been able to understand what Wang Feng meant, but now he finally understood.

Could I really have been wrong?

Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized this: Wang Feng had Twin Martial Souls, and Tang San had Twin Martial Souls as well. Their talents were the same, and one of Tang San's Martial Souls was even the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul under heaven.

Yet Wang Feng's Soul Power Level was now higher than Tang San's, and even his Soul Ring was older than Tang San's. That meant Tang San was no match for Wang Feng.

And the reason for this was that Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul had led Tang San to obtain a First Soul Ring that was only close to four hundred years old.

Yu Xiaogang was utterly stunned. Could I really have been wrong? Was my proposed theory about the age of Soul Rings that Soul Masters can absorb wrong?

That's impossible. How could I be wrong?

No, it can't be like this. It can't be.

Yu Xiaogang's mind was in complete turmoil. If that really was the case, he had ruined the future of someone with Twin Martial Souls! No, to be precise, he had ruined two, because there was another person with Twin Martial Souls who, because of his theory, had also absorbed a Soul Ring only a few hundred years old as their First Soul Ring.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly slumped into his chair, all his strength leaving him.

Yu Yuanzhen was startled. He quickly got up, came over to Yu Xiaogang and took his hand. "Xiaogang, what's going on? What's wrong?"

He checked Yu Xiaogang's physical condition, only to find that there was nothing wrong with him at all. It didn't seem as though anything had happened to him!

"Was I wrong? Father, was I really wrong?"

Yu Xiaogang raised his head and stared fixedly at Yu Yuanzhen, asking him again and again.

Yu Yuanzhen felt some regret. Had he known, he wouldn't have said those things. He could naturally guess what his son was talking about. How could he not understand his own son?

"Xiaogang, you weren't wrong. Have you ever seen another Soul Master on this continent whose First Soul Ring was ten thousand years old? He's just an exception. That doesn't prove the theory you proposed was wrong."