My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

On the tree-lined path.

Tang San's knees were only centimeters from the ground, and he was about to complete this fate-changing kneel and become a disciple of the master.

Sudden.

A foot wearing a brand-new black tactical boot precisely and accurately positioned itself on the trajectory of Tang San's knee as it fell.

"Wait a minute."

A voice, full of respect yet leaving no room for doubt, rang out.

Tang San was stunned. He looked up and saw that Su Laoda, who had just been spending money like water and spouting nonsense on the second floor of the cafeteria, was now standing in front of them.

But at this moment, Su Yun's demeanor had changed drastically.

He took off his somewhat flamboyant sunglasses and hung them on his tactical vest.

All the arrogance, laziness, and snobbery on his face vanished.

Instead, they displayed an eagerness for knowledge, humility, and politeness, like a recent college graduate meeting an industry leader—the demeanor of a model student.

Ignoring Tang San's surprised gaze, Su Yun bowed deeply to the middle-aged man dressed in shabby clothes at a ninety-degree angle with utmost solemnity.

The movements were so precise that a small mustache grew on the philtrum.

"Sir, please wait! I apologize for disturbing you!"

Yu Xiaogang was just basking in the immense pleasure of about receiving a genius disciple with twin martial souls when he was suddenly interrupted, and a sense of displeasure arose in his heart.

He frowned slightly, turned around, and with the air of a superior being who had been disturbed, coldly scrutinized the uninvited guest:

"Who are you? Why are you interrupting us?"

The master's voice was cold and hard, striving to maintain the demeanor of "I am very strong, but I am very low-key".

"I am Su Yun, a junior student, and also a freshman this year."

Su Yun straightened up, her eyes flashing with just the right amount of fervent admiration:

"Sir, I've heard so much about you!"

Although Su Yun didn't even know his name, it didn't stop him from having long admired him.

"Sir, I was eating on the second floor of the cafeteria just now, and when I glanced down, I was immediately captivated by your presence."

"In this Notting College, those who come and go are either uncouth work-study students or frivolous rich kids. Only you..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, was stunned. Why was this related to me?

Su Yun paused, his eyes revealing a look of profound admiration:

"The moment you stood with your hands behind your back, gazing up at the sky, that feeling of loneliness—a world of filth where you alone were pure, that sense of profound knowledge yet utterly misunderstood—was like a firefly in the dark, so bright, so outstanding!"

"Anyone who takes one look at you will know that you are a great scholar living in seclusion in the city!"

This sales pitch was actually a universal formula that Su Yun used when he was doing business in his previous life.

To deal with this kind of middle-aged person who is poorly dressed but arrogant, even if he is a latrine cleaner, as long as you praise him for being underappreciated, you will definitely succeed.

really.

Yu Xiaogang's originally stiff and indifferent expression visibly softened.

Even the corners of her mouth, which were originally tense, couldn't help but want to turn up.

This child...

Such keen eyesight!

How many years has it been? Ever since he was kicked out of his family and was unable to break through level 30 due to his mutated martial soul, he has suffered endless scorn and ridicule from the world.

Everyone called him a piece of trash and laughed at his theories as madness.

Today, finally someone understands him!

Moreover, judging from this child's demeanor, he is clearly no ordinary person; he is a true kindred spirit!

Yu Xiaogang straightened his chest, his hands still behind his back, his chin slightly raised at a 45-degree angle as he looked up at the sky, and said calmly:

"It's just some theoretical derivation. Anyone can do it by reading a few more books and thinking more. It's nothing to mention."

"You're too modest, sir!"

Su Yun immediately stepped forward, putting on her acting skills to the fullest, and her tone became even more ardent:

"My elders in my hometown often taught me that truth is often held by a minority! Your humility is something I deeply admire!"

Immediately, real-time feedback from the Earth Psychological Profiler came through the earpiece:

"Report! Micro-expression analysis of the target: The muscles at the corners of his mouth are struggling to suppress an upward curve, his pupils are dilated, and dopamine secretion is surging! His vanity is being greatly satisfied! His defensiveness is collapsing at an alarming rate!"

Seeing that the time was almost right, Su Yun immediately made a gesture of invitation, his posture extremely humble:

"Sir, this place is too crowded and noisy to listen to your teachings. I have prepared a simple meal and drinks in the dining room on the second floor. Although it is just plain food and drink, the environment is quiet enough."

"I wonder if I have the honor of inviting you upstairs, sir? We could have a meal and a chat, and perhaps we could have an in-depth... academic seminar on the profound theories you possess?"

Tang San watched in stunned silence.

This Su Yun, who used to throw money at people in the dorm, how come he's become so well-mannered now?

Academic seminar?

What is that?

We haven't even had a single class yet, what are you going to discuss?

"This..." Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing the arrogance of a master.

"Sir, Tang San is my roommate. I saw him try to show you the respect due to a disciple just now, presumably because he was impressed by your knowledge. Since we are both people who seek knowledge, why don't we sit down and have a detailed discussion?"

Su Yun delivered the final blow at just the right moment.

"All right."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, nodded, and tried his best to make his voice sound strained:

"Since you have such a thirst for knowledge, I will make an exception this time. Coincidentally, I also have some core theories about martial spirits that I can share with you."

……

Ten minutes later. Second floor of the cafeteria, next to a long table.

Yu Xiaogang sat upright in the main seat, his back ramrod straight, with a high-end tea set that Su Yun had specially arranged placed in front of him.

He glanced around.

On the left is Tang San, a genius boy with an insatiable thirst for knowledge and extraordinary talent.

On the right is Su Yun, holding a notebook and looking at him with admiration.

Outside, there were dozens of part-time workers, each clutching a chicken leg, staring wide-eyed and holding their breath.

This is hardly a cafeteria.

This is clearly the academic forum that Yu Xiaogang has been dreaming of!

"Cough cough."

Yu Xiaogang put down his teacup, glanced at the entire room, and slowly extended one finger.

"My theoretical system is profound and extensive, and it is called 'The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul.' Since time is limited, I will only pick out a few of the most core ones to tell you."

"First and foremost, it is the cornerstone of all theories."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and, with clear and articulate pronunciation, uttered that famous quote that would be etched in history:

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

The voice just fell.

"Wow--!!!"

The group of work-study students around them let out a unified exclamation.

Wang Sheng was so excited that he crushed the chicken bones in his hand, and shouted with grease dripping from his mouth:

"That makes so much sense! So the reason I haven't been able to train well isn't because my martial spirit is weak, but because I haven't been working hard enough!"