Chapter 155: 173. When Yu Xiaogang Learns About Tang San
Thus, Tang San packed his luggage and set off together with old Jack.
In a hotel in Notting City.
Every year, Spirit Hall deacons would go to the countryside to awaken martial souls for those unculturable commoners, and upon returning, they would occasionally come to this tavern for a drink.
After a few rounds of drinks, the Spirit Hall deacons would chat about the results of their martial soul awakenings.
Thus, every time the routine martial soul awakening period from Spirit Hall arrived, in a seedy corner of the tavern, a flat-headed man would always appear. He would order just a bowl of wine and a plate of fennel beans, sitting there for an entire day. He would perk up his ears to listen to the deacons exchanging their gains from the trip, thereby collecting intelligence.
The flat-headed man calculated that after intercepting first-hand intelligence in the tavern, upon discovering a genius, he would make the first move, snatching the talent before Spirit Hall could, fooling—er, attracting him to become his disciple, serving as the perfect experimental subject for his theories and a tool to make himself famous.
Unfortunately, after so many years, he hadn't found many soul master subjects to his liking. Most deacons who went to the countryside for awakenings ended up with nothing.
Even if there were some, they were mostly innate soul power below level four; these people didn't even enter the flat-headed man's sights.
Although the flat-headed man was mediocre himself, he was extremely picky about his ideal disciple.
Innate soul power had to be at least level six or above to qualify as my theoretical experimental subject, and only level nine innate soul power qualified as my core disciple.
This day, the flat-headed man was routinely huddled in a corner, drinking wine and munching on fennel beans, listening to the deacons in the shop chatting while drinking.
"Su Yuntao, did you find any good seedlings in the villages you went to today?" one deacon asked.
Su Yuntao drank his wine and ate his meat. Hearing his colleague's question, he said, "There was one, but it's a bit of a pity."
In the corner, the flat-headed man's ears suddenly perked up, though he didn't hold much hope. After all, for these shallow lower-level soul masters, awakening an innate level one or two stinky fish or rotten shrimp—they would call that a good seedling, disappointing him several times.
"Oh, what happened?"
"Isn't it strange? A martial soul like blue silver grass actually has innate full soul power," Su Yuntao said in astonishment.
In the seedy corner of the tavern, a flat-headed man quietly turned his head, his eyes gleaming greedily toward Su Yuntao.
"Blue silver grass, innate full soul power—you're not joking, are you?" one deacon said in surprise.
Su Yuntao drank his wine and said, "His name is Tang San, from Holy Soul Village. If you don't believe me, in a few days he'll come to Spirit Hall to register, and you'll know then."
Seeing Su Yuntao say this, the deacons were immediately shocked.
"There really is a blue silver grass with innate full soul power?"
"Doesn't that mean after getting a soul ring, he can become a soul master?"
"So what if he's a soul master? Blue silver grass is just a waste martial soul." (This statement does not come from Su Yuntao's mouth, so the buff does not apply.)
The deacons discussed this child with blue silver grass and innate full soul power, not noticing that in the seedy corner not far from where they were drinking, the flat-headed man who had been drinking wine and munching fennel beans quietly stood up and left.
The flat-headed man returned to his study. Normally, at the Notting City Soul Master Academy, he was supported by his friend the dean—eating here, drinking here, using here, and pretending to conduct his martial soul research here.
He spread open a book, which recorded various martial soul data he had collected from Spirit Hall.
"Blue silver grass, innate full soul power." He found the data file labeled blue silver grass and flipped it open to check.
"None, it doesn't exist." He said in surprise.
He put down the booklet in his hand, hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the room.
"According to my theory, a soul master's innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of their martial soul. Normally, for a blue silver grass martial soul, having innate level one or two soul power would be the limit; innate full soul power—how is that possible?"
Suddenly, the flat-headed man had a flash of inspiration. He struck his fist against his palm and said excitedly, "So, excluding all possibilities, the truth is only one: this Tang San has another martial soul besides blue silver grass, and it's the quality of this martial soul that gave him innate full soul power." (This shows Yu Xiaogang's fluff. If the other martial soul's quality exceeded blue silver grass, why would Tang San have the blue silver grass martial soul? Twin martial souls only appear when the two martial souls are not greatly different. Of course, this time Yu Xiaogang got it right by accident.)
"Twin martial souls, twin martial souls! This is simply a big baby bestowed upon me, Yu Xiaogang, by heaven!" The flat-headed man was so excited his mouth skewed and eyes slanted, drool flowing from the corner of his mouth. "I've waited so many years; finally, I've found the most ideal disciple. I must take him as my disciple. I will use my theoretical knowledge to cultivate him into a Titled—oh no, a top twin martial soul powerhouse surpassing Bibi Dong. Only then can I, little Gang, wash away the name of waste and become famous—"
Yu Xiaogang paced to a full-length mirror in the room. He suddenly saw his sunken eye sockets, full of vicissitudes, unkempt beard, and disheveled appearance all over.
"No, I can't meet my future precious disciple like this. I need to prepare properly."
Yu Xiaogang rummaged through the room and pulled out a black bachelor's robe that symbolized his status. Then he shaved off his beard and groomed himself carefully, standing in front of the full-length mirror.
Hands behind his back, his eyes revealed a profound gaze, exuding the air of a melancholic scholar.
"Very good." Yu Xiaogang said contentedly. "But I still need to prepare a bit more."
In a small place like Notting City, the status of soul masters was extremely noble. There were plenty of ordinary people making a living here, and the gatekeeper of the Notting City Soul Master Academy was someone who couldn't even qualify as a soul master.
His martial soul awakening had no innate soul power; he was destined to be like this for life. However, he had secured a decent job: gatekeeper of the Notting City Soul Master Academy.
This day, as he was on duty and heading home, there was a flat-headed man with hands behind his back standing in front of him on the road.
"You are..."
The flat-headed man slowly turned around, and the gatekeeper immediately recognized his identity—Yu Xiaogang.
He was a joke in the soul master academy who ate and drank for free, but even as a joke, he was a noble soul master, not someone a mere gatekeeper like him could mock.
"Noble soul master sir, may I ask what brings you to me?"
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