Chapter 7: Baby Just Wants to Trash Your Theory!
"Saint Soul Village? I think Beggar Village is more like that."
"What did you say?" Old Jack turned around abruptly. The doorman's words touched upon his greatest pride. It had once caused him to fall out with Tang Hao, and now this doorman was even more of an outsider, making it even more intolerable. He walked back a few steps and glared at the doorman.
Startled by Old Jack's aggressive demeanor, the doorman couldn't help but take a step back. However, he quickly recovered and cursed himself inwardly. He was just an old man, what was there to be afraid of?
"What? You're not convinced? I said you came from the Beggar Village. Was I right? Look at this poor little wretch, his clothes are all patched up. I think you should find someplace else to beg. Our Notting College is not a charity. Get out! Get out!"
As he spoke, the doorman raised his left hand and pushed it towards Jack's chest, trying to drive the three away.
Old Jack was furious. Tang San was just about to teach the man a lesson when a flash of purple light appeared. With a swish, an arm flew up, and a magic amethyst sword pierced the entrance of Notting Academy.
Qian Qian's eyelids twitched. Although he wanted to teach the doorman a lesson, this was a bit too harsh. This magic sword... had a kind of "don't talk if you can get your hands dirty" attitude!
"Ah!!!" The doorman's voice was like a pig being butchered.
Qian Qian waved her hand, and the magic amethyst sword flew into the air, merging into the amethyst coffin behind Qian Qian.
Tang San glanced at Qian Qian, not with blame, but with concern, which warmed Qian Qian's heart. This... perhaps it was the bond of fate.
"Stop!" At this moment, a hoarse voice rang out, waving a hand to stop Qian Qian. The two yellow spirit rings on her body pulsed up and down. "You are so young, yet your heart is so vicious!"
The gatekeeper scrambled to hide behind the man as if he had seen a savior. "Master, Master, help!"
The man's hoarse voice rang out again. "You asked for this. You will suffer the consequences of your own actions!"
Tang San turned to see a man of medium build, slightly thin, who had suddenly arrived at their side. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with short black hair parted in the middle. His features were ordinary.
His hands were clasped behind his back, but he possessed a unique aura. His eyes opened and closed with a hint of laziness and decadence. Perhaps from anger, his face flushed slightly.
[Tang Sect Xuantian Treasure Record General Guidelines, Article 3: Once you are certain your opponent is an enemy, and as long as they have a way to kill them, show no mercy. Doing so will only add to your troubles.]
Tang San didn't think Qian Qian had done anything wrong, but was simply being a bit arrogant. If it were him, he would have secretly shot the gatekeeper through the throat with a silent hidden arrow! In that sense, Qianqian had saved his life!
The Master simply glanced at the doorman and said to Old Jack, "Old sir, could you please show me the Spirit Hall certificate?"
Old Jack, after all, was a village chief himself, so he was quite adept at reading people's expressions. From the doorman's expression, he could tell the middle-aged man before him held a high position within the academy, not to mention the title of Master. He quickly handed over the certificate.
"The certificate is genuine, old sir. On behalf of the academy, I apologize for what happened just now. Leave the child to me." The Master looked at Qianqian. "Where's your certificate?"
Although Qianqian was furious with this scumbag, she had no choice but to reach for her storage spirit guide ring and pull out her own certificate.
"Qianqian...spirit, mutant blue silver grass? Innate full spirit power?"
The Master gave Qianqian a suspicious look. "The certificate is fine. As a spirit master, refrain from attacking ordinary people in the future."
The Master's gaze shifted to Tang San, sizing him up and down. For some reason, even though the Master's gaze wasn't sharp, Tang San felt as if he was being seen through and through.
"Old sir, on behalf of the academy, I apologize for what happened just now. Leave these two children to me."
Old Jack's vanity was greatly satisfied by the apology from a figure who was at least a spirit master. He hurriedly shook his hands and said, "No need to apologize, no need to apologize. We were not in the right either. Master, I'll trouble you with the child.
Xiao San, follow me in, and be obedient. Qian Qian, thank you for helping grandpa vent his anger, but don't do this again in the future."
Old Jack gave Tang San and Qian Qian a few more instructions, asking them to take care of each other, and then turned and left.
Master glanced at the doorman who was wailing on the ground, his heart actually not much in the least. "Go to the infirmary and you won't have to come here again." His voice was hoarse and calm, but it had an irrefutable feeling.
Without waiting for the doorman to respond, Master led one child each by the hand and entered Notting Academy.
"Teacher, thank you," Tang San said to Master.
"Teacher? I'm not a teacher at the academy." Master looked down at Tang San and said calmly.
"Not a teacher? Didn't you just say you represented the academy?"
The master shook his head. He was always impatient, but today he was particularly tolerant and forced out that ugly smile again, "Who says that only teachers of the academy can represent the academy?"
Tang San suddenly realized, "I see, then you must be the principal of the academy, or a leader."
The master laughed and said, "You are a six-year-old child, but you are very smart. However, you guessed wrong."
Tang San asked in confusion, "Then who are you?"
The master said, "I'm just a guest who eats and drinks here. You can call me Master like everyone else. Everyone calls me that. I have even forgotten my own name.
The certificate from the Spirit Hall says that your name is Tang San, right? Tang San, you have to understand that Master and Teacher have very different meanings, don't call them the wrong ones in the future. Unless..."
At this point, he stopped talking, but his eyes flashed with a burning light, "Unless you really want me to be your teacher."
"Do you want to teach me how to cultivate my spirit?" Tang San asked.
Grandmaster stopped and stood facing Tang San. "So, are you willing?"
Tang San naturally paused as well, looking up at the Grandmaster before him. Now observing him closely, from below, he noticed that the Grandmaster's mouth was rather large, his lips thick. He didn't speak, neither agreeing nor refusing.
Grandmaster looked into Tang San's eyes, fixed on him, and that stiff smile returned. "Okay, you're a smart kid indeed."
There were two implications to his silence: one was not to rush to refuse, lest he offend the Grandmaster. The other was to ask the Grandmaster, through action, why should I accept you as my disciple?
Listening to this fateful exchange, Qianqian sneered disdainfully. Third Brother was nothing but foolishness, but... considering Yu Xiaogang had some influence on Third Brother, Baby would hold her tongue for now.
Grandmaster, like Old Jack, raised his hand and rubbed Tang San's head. "You're incredibly gifted and so intelligent. Looks like I'll have to be persistent, too. After all, you're only the third person in the past hundred years to have twin spirits."
Tang San was startled by Grandmaster's words. His gaze shifted, his left wrist already raised, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
Grandmaster looked at him calmly, smiling, "Are you surprised I knew you had twin spirits?" He shook the certificate Old Jack had given him. "It's because of this certificate. Perhaps others can't see the flaw, but if I can't, then I don't deserve the title of Grandmaster."
"I have investigated 647 people whose martial souls are Blue Silver Grass. Among them, 16 have spirit power, which is less than 3%. Even among these 16 people, none of them has a spirit power higher than level one, while you have a level 10 innate full spirit power.
According to one of the ten core competitiveness of martial souls that I have studied, the size of innate spirit power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul. Blue Silver Grass obviously cannot meet this requirement. Therefore, I can be sure that you must have another martial soul, and it is a very powerful martial soul."
Tang San's eyes gradually calmed down and he argued: "Everything There are always exceptions, so why can't I be a special case?"
The master nodded seriously and said, "Yes, there are exceptions to everything, but your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, so you are obviously not that exception.
In the past hundred years, although only two people in the Tiandou Empire and Xingluo Empire have had twin martial souls, there have been nineteen people born with full soul power. I have carefully studied the martial souls of each of them, and all of them are powerful.
The youngest one has now reached the level of a Grand Soul Master. Aside from the fourteen people who have powerful martial souls inherited from their family bloodlines, there are five exceptions."
"They weren't born of noble birth, but they possessed innate full spirit power. And this unexpected thing is the existence of mutant spirits. And according to my years of research on mutant spirits, no spirit can mutate with the Blue Silver Grass spirit. And your Blue Silver Grass spirit is just ordinary Blue Silver Grass, so I'm absolutely certain that my judgment is correct."
Qian Qian curled her lips. To avoid ruining her image in her third brother's mind, Qian Qian could only playfully ask the Master, "What about me? I also have innate full spirit power, and my spirit is Blue Silver Grass. Could it be that I also have twin spirits?"
Although Qian Qian did have twin spirits, he couldn't help but feel disgusted at Yu Xiaogang. Who let this jerk betray his mother?
"Ahem..." The Master's face seemed a little embarrassed. According to his theory, Blue Silver Grass really couldn't mutate with any spirit, so Qian Qian's explanation didn't make sense. "Your spirit is one-of-a-kind, a mutation that might occur under certain special circumstances. You're probably the only one of its kind in the entire Douluo Continent."
"Mutated spirit, what's that?" Tang San asked.
The Grandmaster patiently explained, "This begins with the question of how spirits are inherited. A person's spirit is directly related to their parents'. Most commonly, they inherit the spirit of either parent.
This is known as familial spirit inheritance. Exceptions include so-called mutated spirits. These spirits originate from the same parents, but because the two possess a certain degree of variability, the inheritor's spirit undergoes a mutation, creating a new spirit.
Mutated spirits can become powerful, even possessing innate full spirit power. However, the vast majority of mutated spirits are weakened. Mutated spirits are like the product of inbreeding. While the chance of an idiot is high, there's also the possibility of a transcendental wisdom."
Tang San nodded. Suddenly, he took a step back, creating some distance between himself and the Grandmaster. Then, he knelt on both knees and kowtowed three times respectfully to the Grandmaster.
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