Douluo Continent: Starting with the Fire-Breathing Dragon Martial Soul!

With class time fast approaching, the students of Dormitory 7 reluctantly set off to leave the dormitory and head to the classroom.

"Let's go, let's go to class!"

"Lin Mo, your little fire dragon is so cool!"

"Good luck on your final exams! Let us see how powerful your new martial soul is!"

As they talked, the group walked out of Dormitory 7 one after another.

Before leaving, Xiao Wu turned back and glared at the little fire dragon, earning him a defiant baring of his teeth in return.

She huffed and puffed, then turned and walked away quickly.

Soon, only Lin Mo and Tang San, who had not yet left, remained in the dormitory.

Lin Mo put the little fire dragon back into his body and was about to go to the classroom when he noticed that Tang San was still standing in the same spot.

His expression was somewhat complicated, with his brows slightly furrowed and his lips gently pursed.

Lin Mo glanced at him but didn't say anything to disturb him. However, she couldn't help but feel a little curious. What was wrong with Tang San?

Was it because the appearance of the little fire dragon reminded him of his teacher Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao martial soul, which was also separated from his body but appeared weak, that it triggered something?

Tang San stood there in silence for a long while, and finally, it seemed as if he had made up his mind.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he exhaled softly, his complex expression gradually calming down.

Seeing that Tang San seemed to have calmed down, Lin Mo spoke up, saying in a normal tone, "Tang San, let's go to the classroom too."

Tang San raised his head, glanced at Lin Mo, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, then nodded and returned to his usual calm demeanor.

"it is good."

The two said no more and left Dormitory 7 one after the other, heading towards the teaching building.

……

The morning's theoretical lessons ended quickly.

As soon as the teacher announced the end of get out of class, Lin Mo closed the book he had borrowed from the library, stuffed it into his desk, stood up, and prepared to go to the cafeteria with everyone else for lunch.

He was in a very good mood today. His soul power had broken through to level ten, and the little fire dragon had successfully hatched. He even walked with a bit more ease.

However, he had only taken a few steps out of the classroom when two figures suddenly appeared beside him, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his way with remarkable coordination.

Lin Mo paused, looked up, and was immediately surprised.

The person who stopped them was none other than Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, and Wang Zongchang, the elusive dean of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Lin Mo had only met Dean Wang two or three times in the more than six months since he enrolled, including at the opening ceremony.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they only met a few times.

But at this moment, the dean was looking him up and down with an indescribable smile on his face.

Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, still wore that expressionless zombie face, but his eyes were much sharper than usual, staring straight at him as if scrutinizing something.

"Greetings, Dean. Greetings, Master." Although Lin Mo was inwardly puzzled, he still maintained basic politeness on the surface.

He bowed slightly to the two men, especially showing due respect to Dean Wang.

"Yes, no need for such formalities." Dean Wang Zongchang nodded with a smile in response.

Yu Xiaogang simply grunted an "Mmm" through his nose as a greeting.

"I wonder what brings the Dean and Master here to stop the students?" Lin Mo asked directly, voicing his curiosity.

He didn't believe these two were just bored and had come to chat with him.

Wang Zongchang didn't speak, but instead turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang, who was standing to the side, signaling him to speak.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, seemingly impatient, and asked bluntly, "Lin Mo, I heard that your martial soul... seems to have changed?"

"Your cultivation has broken through to level ten? Could you release your martial spirit so I can take a look?"

His tone carried an undeniable firmness, as if it were Lin Mo's great honor that he was here to study Lin Mo's martial soul.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo frowned almost imperceptibly.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, but did not answer the question immediately. Instead, he asked in a humble but not arrogant manner, "Master, I have indeed just broken through to level ten."

However, I'm curious how you knew that my martial soul had changed?

After all, this only happened this morning, and I didn't want to gossip and tell everyone.

As he spoke, his gaze passed over Yu Xiaogang and Wang Zongchang and landed on a blue-clad boy not far behind them, who was looking down and pretending to admire the scenery.

Sure enough, upon hearing Lin Mo's question, Tang San's body stiffened noticeably, and he then turned his head away somewhat guiltily, not daring to meet Lin Mo's gaze.

Tang San's obvious reaction immediately made Lin Mo understand.

It seems that Tang San was the one who leaked the information to Yu Xiaogang and Wang Zongchang.

Presumably, when Tang San was demonstrating his Little Fire Dragon Martial Soul at Dormitory 7 this morning, he completely ignored what I said.

He disregarded everyone's and his own agreement, and turned around to tell his teacher the news.

When Lin Mo asked him so bluntly, Yu Xiaogang's already stiff expression became even more unnatural.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he just stood there awkwardly, unable to say anything coherent.

He understood perfectly well that Soul Masters always valued information related to their own Martial Soul and would never easily reveal it to outsiders.

Even newly awakened Soul Masters are no exception; they will not easily disclose information related to their Soul Master to others.

Lin Mo's refusal and wariness were exactly what he had expected.

However, Yu Xiaogang's obsession with researching mutated martial souls, especially this kind of separated beast martial soul, still made him somewhat unwilling to give up.

He took a deep breath, barely suppressing his embarrassment, and spoke again, his tone softening: "Lin Mo, I know your concerns."

However, you should know that your martial soul, like mine Luo Sanpao, is an extremely rare detached beast martial soul.

I've studied this field for many years, and I can say that no one understands the potential and potential limitations of this type of martial spirit better than I do.

He paused, forcing a kind expression on his face, and continued, "If you're willing to let me observe your martial spirit up close and prove that you do indeed have enough potential..."

I wouldn't mind taking you on as my disciple, just like I would a mistress. With my guidance, your path to becoming a Soul Master will undoubtedly be much smoother.

When Yu Xiaogang said this, his tone was full of strong confidence, as if it was a great honor for Lin Mo to be chosen by him and taken as a disciple.

However, upon hearing this, a fleeting hint of mockery and disdain, unnoticed by the two, flashed quickly in the depths of Lin Mo's eyes.