Chương 6: Has the Master Lost His Mind?

Yu Xiaogang subconsciously glanced at another Spirit Hall certificate.

When he saw Tang San's Spirit Hall certificate, he was deeply shaken.

The martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and the innate soul power is full. This is a person who possesses twin martial souls.

The difference in their potential is like night and day!

He was determined to take Tang San as his disciple.

As for Su Chen, there is no need for him to take on any disciples.

Yu Xiaogang gave the gatekeeper a cold look.

"I'll take these two kids. You have a problem with that?"

The gatekeeper waved his hands repeatedly, on the verge of tears: "No, no! Please, sir!"

He thought to himself: How dare I have any objections? I was so scared by the purple soul ring of that Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul that my soul almost flew away.

You're something else, you come right up and start yelling at me without even understanding the situation...

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, then turned to Old Jack and said in a gentler tone, "Old man, I'll take them to register. In the future, just give my name for these kinds of things, no need to waste words with these people."

Old Jack was overwhelmed with gratitude, his eyes welling up with tears: "Thank you, thank you! Sir, you are such a kind person!"

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand and said without turning his head, "Come with me."

Su Chen watched Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure and followed him.

Is this the master who reached fifty years old at only level twenty-nine?

Tang San walked beside Su Chen and whispered, "Su Chen, that master... he's such a nice person."

Su Chen's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't reply.

He betrayed his ex-girlfriend, ran away from his wedding, and while he outwardly expressed disdain for the Spirit Hall, he secretly received subsidies from it.

Is he a good person?

Maybe.

But he's definitely not as stubborn as he is.

Yu Xiaogang led the three through the gates of Notting College and along a short, tree-lined path.

Su Chen walked in front, while Tang San lagged behind, looking around at the buildings in the academy.

After walking about a hundred steps, Yu Xiaogang suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at Su Chen.

"Su Chen, go to the academic affairs office to report first. Just walk to the end. I have something to say to this kid alone."

"it is good."

Su Chen agreed, not even glancing at the two of them, and walked straight ahead.

Su Chen's figure gradually walked away and disappeared at the end of the path.

Yu Xiaogang leaned against a large sycamore tree by the roadside, arms crossed, looking Tang San up and down.

Tang San felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but he still straightened his back and met his eyes.

"Tang San," Yu Xiaogang spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, "your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, with innate full soul power. This is contradictory."

Tang San nodded: "I know. Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul, but I..."

"But you think hard work can change everything?" Yu Xiaogang interrupted him, a slight, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"Hard work alone is useless. There are countless hardworking people on this continent, but how many actually become Soul Masters?"

"Everything depends on talent, not hard work!"

Tang San fell silent.

Yu Xiaogang changed the subject: "However, based on my observation, your talent is exceptional!"

Tang San was stunned for a moment.

"You have twin martial souls, don't you?"

"Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul; it can't possibly grant you innate full soul power. Therefore, it can only be your second martial soul!"

He paused, his tone becoming serious.

"Tang San, I want to take you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then knelt down with a thud and kowtowed deeply: "I'm willing."

"Tang San greets his teacher!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled with satisfaction, reached out and helped Tang San up, "Alright. From today onwards, you are my disciple."

Tang San bowed and said, "Master."

The word "Master" made Yu Xiaogang feel comfortable all over, and the dejection on his face seemed to fade a bit.

But Tang San quickly thought of a problem.

He raised his head, pointed in the direction where Su Chen had disappeared, and asked, "Master, why didn't you take Su Chen as your disciple? His martial soul is the Ancestral Dragon, and he has innate full soul power, which is much stronger than mine."

Yu Xiaogang followed his finger, his gaze landing on the empty path, then he shook his head.

"Su Chen? His talent is too poor; he's not worthy of being my disciple."

Tang San froze.

He stared wide-eyed at Yu Xiaogang, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

Su Chen... is his talent too poor?

Su Chen, who awakened the Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul, possessed innate full soul power, and had already become a Soul Master... has such poor talent?

Su Chen, who awakened at the Spirit Hall with a golden dragon shadow soaring into the sky and a dragon's might that made everyone unable to lift their heads... is his talent too poor?

Countless images flashed through Tang San's mind— Su Chen stood in the center of the awakening array, with a five-clawed golden dragon coiling behind him, its golden light piercing the sky.

Su Yuntao's hands trembled as he held the crystal ball, saying, "Innate full soul power... top-tier martial soul..."

The gatekeeper was so frightened by Su Chen's purple soul ring that he collapsed to the ground, scrambling and begging for mercy.

His mind went blank.

Only one thought remained, as clear as if it were etched in stone:

"Has the teacher lost their mind...?"

Tang San finally recovered from his shock, swallowed hard, and asked cautiously, "Teacher... are you sure? Su Chen is..."

"You don't understand."

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand to interrupt him, his tone firm.

"I've studied martial spirit theory for thirty years, and I'm good at judging people. That Su Chen's martial spirit seems powerful, but it's actually weak."

"Ancestral Dragon? Never even heard of it. It's probably some kind of mutated martial soul, just a name given randomly. It lacks staying power and has an unstable foundation, so it will definitely get stuck at a bottleneck in the future."

He paused, then looked at Tang San with an inscrutable expression:

"But you are different; you possess twin martial souls!"

"Although Blue Silver Grass is weak, it is precisely because of its weakness that it has infinite possibilities. True geniuses are not born strong, but those who can rise from nothing."

"I'll tell you one of my famous quotes today."

"There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters!"

Tang San: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but really didn't know what to say.

He felt that what the teacher said made some sense, but something felt off. It was as if the teacher had just said that effort was useless.

"Ding!"

As Su Chen walked at a distance, a system notification suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Detected that Tang San was extremely shocked by Yu Xiaogang's remarks. Source of shock: a misunderstanding of the protagonist's talent.] [Reward: One 100-cubic-meter storage soul tool. It has been stored in the system space and can be retrieved and used at any time.] [Note: This soul tool has an internal space of 100 cubic meters and can store non-living items. Accessing or storing these items requires a small amount of soul power.] Su Chen paused in his steps.

Tang San? What's he shocked about?

Also, what did Yu Xiaogang say that shocked Tang San so much?

Has he already told Yu Xiaogang that his first spirit ring is a thousand-year spirit ring?

Without much thought, Su Chen gently raised his right hand, and an elegant sapphire ring appeared on his ring finger. After a quick examination, he immediately sensed the terrifying amount of storage inside.

One hundred cubic meters is enough to fit a three-story building.