Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 155, page 173: When Yu Xiaogang learned about Tang San...

So Tang San packed his bags and set off with Old Jack.

In a hotel in Nottingham.

Every year, a deacon of the martial spirit would go to the countryside to awaken the martial spirits of those unruly commoners, and then they would occasionally come back to this tavern for a drink after they returned.

After a few rounds of drinks, the deacons of the Spirit Hall would talk about the results of their awakened spirits.

So, every time the Spirit Hall held its routine Spirit Awakening ceremony, a short-haired man would always appear in a shady corner of the tavern. He would only order a bowl of wine and a plate of fennel beans, and sit there all day long, listening intently to the stewards sharing their experiences and gathering intelligence.

The crew-cut man planned to intercept firsthand information in the tavern and, upon discovering a genius, would act immediately to capture this talent before the Spirit Hall could act. He would then try to persuade, oops, attract the person to become his disciple, the perfect experimental subject for his theories, and a tool for making a name for himself.

Unfortunately, over the years, he hasn't found many suitable Soul Master partners, and most of the deacons who went to the countryside to awaken their Martial Souls ultimately came up empty-handed.

Even if there are any, most of them are below the fourth level of the Innate Realm, and these people are simply not good enough for the crew-cut guy to notice.

Although Xiaopingtou is not very good at his job, he is very picky about the disciples he wants.

Only those with innate soul power at least level 6 are worthy of being my theoretical experimental subjects, while those with innate soul power at level 9 are worthy of being my core disciples.

That day, as usual, the man with the crew cut huddled in a corner, drinking and chewing on fennel beans, listening to the waiters chatting while drinking in the shop.

"Su Yuntao, did you find any outstanding young talents in the villages you visited today?" a steward asked.

As Su Yuntao drank and ate meat, he heard his colleague's question and said, "There is one, but it's a bit of a pity."

The short-haired man in the corner suddenly perked up his ears, but he didn't have much hope. After all, for these shallow lower-level soul masters, they would call a mere first- or second-level innate talent a promising prospect, which had disappointed him several times.

"Oh, what's going on?"

"Isn't it strange? A martial soul like Blue Silver Grass actually has innate full soul power," Su Yuntao exclaimed in amazement.

In that shady corner of the tavern, a man with a buzz cut quietly turned his head and looked at Su Yuntao with a greenish gaze.

"Blue Silver Grass, innate full soul power, you're not joking, are you?" a deacon said in surprise.

While drinking his wine, Su Yuntao said, "His name is Tang San, from Holy Soul Village. If you don't believe me, he'll come to the Spirit Hall to register in a few days, then you'll know."

Upon hearing Su Yuntao's words, the deacons were immediately shocked.

"There really is such a thing as Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power."

"Then wouldn't he become a Soul Master after obtaining a Soul Ring?" "So what if he's a Soul Master? Blue Silver Grass is just a useless Martial Soul." (This statement was not made by Su Yuntao, therefore the buff is invalid.)
The deacons were discussing the child with innate full soul power from the Blue Silver Grass, unaware that in a sleazy corner not far from where they were drinking, the short-haired boy who had been drinking and chewing on fennel beans quietly got up and left.

The man with the crew cut returned to his study. Normally, at the Soul Master Academy in Notting City, he was supported by his friend, the dean, and ate, drank, and used the facilities there. He also pretended to conduct his martial soul research there.

He opened a book, which recorded various martial spirit data he had collected in the Spirit Hall.

"Blue Silver Grass, innate full soul power." He found the data file labeled Blue Silver Grass and opened it to examine it.

“No, it doesn’t exist,” he said in surprise.

He put down the booklet in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and paced 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. Under normal circumstances, a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul can only produce a maximum of one or two levels of innate Soul Power. How could it possibly have full innate Soul Power?"

Suddenly, the man with the buzz cut had a flash of inspiration. He clapped his hands and exclaimed excitedly, "So, after ruling out all possibilities, there's only one truth: Tang San has another spirit besides Blue Silver Grass, and it's the quality of this spirit that gave him innate full spirit power!" (This reveals Yu Xiaogang's exaggeration. If the other spirit's quality surpassed Blue Silver Grass, why would Tang San possess the Blue Silver Grass spirit? Twin spirits only appear when the two spirits are not significantly different. Of course, this time, Yu Xiaogang stumbled upon the truth by accident.)
"Twin Martial Souls! Twin Martial Souls! This is simply a treasure bestowed upon me, Yu Xiaogang, by the heavens!" The crew-cut man's mouth twisted with excitement, drool dripping from his lips. "I, Yu Xiaogang, have waited so many years, and finally, I've found my ideal disciple! I must take him as my disciple! I will use my theoretical knowledge to cultivate him into a titled—no, a top-tier Twin Martial Soul expert surpassing Bibi Dong! Only in this way can I, Xiaogang, wash away my reputation as a good-for-nothing and make a name for myself!"

Yu Xiaogang walked to a full-length mirror in the room and suddenly saw that he had sunken eyes, a weathered face, an unshaven beard, and a disheveled appearance.

"No, I can't just go to see my future precious disciple like this. I need to prepare properly."

Yu Xiaogang rummaged through his room and found a black graduation gown that symbolized his status. He then shaved his beard, dressed up carefully, and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

With his hands behind his back and his eyes revealing a deep gaze, he exuded the air of a melancholy scholar.

"Very good." Yu Xiaogang said with satisfaction, "However, I still need to prepare a little more."

In a small place like Notting City, even a Soul Master is considered exceptionally prestigious. The majority of people here are ordinary folks trying to make a living. The gatekeeper of the Notting City Soul Master Academy is someone who isn't even considered a Soul Master.

He awakened his martial soul but had no innate soul power, so this was his destiny. However, he managed to get a good job as a gatekeeper at the Notting City Soul Master Academy.

That day, as he was returning home from his shift, a man with a crew cut and hands behind his back stood in front of him on the road.

"You are."

The man with the crew cut slowly turned around, and the doorman immediately recognized him as Yu Xiaogang.

He was a joke in the Soul Master Academy, a freeloader, but even if he was a joke, he was still a noble Soul Master, not someone a mere gatekeeper could make fun of.

"Honorable Soul Master, may I ask what brings you here?"

(End of this chapter)