Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

Yu Xiaogang raised his head, scrutinizing Tang San from head to toe, his gaze sharpening as if trying to find some flaw in that youthful face. There was something in those eyes that Tang San knew all too well: the excitement of a researcher seeing a rare specimen.

Tang San stood there quietly, letting Yu Xiaogang scrutinize him, his face showing just the right amount of doubt and expectation, and he even tilted his head slightly, adopting a childlike innocence.

After a moment, Yu Xiaogang spoke, his voice calm and steady, yet concealing a barely perceptible eagerness: "Did you come to register alone?"

"Yes, teacher." Tang San nodded obediently.

Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment, glanced at the Martial Soul Awakening Certificate again, and then said, "I'll take you to register."

"Thank you, teacher!"

Tang San smiled broadly, but inwardly he cursed: If it weren't for seeing his innate full soul power, would you be so kind? He says, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters," but his eyes are quite honest when choosing disciples.

"Teacher? I'm not a teacher at the academy," Yu Xiaogang said calmly, his tone carrying a deliberate air of detachment.

Tang San asked in confusion, "Not a teacher? Then who are you?"

"I'm just a guest here who's freeloading. You can call me Master, just like everyone else," Yu Xiaogang said naturally, as if the words "freeloading" came out of his mouth with a sense of entitlement.

Upon hearing this, Tang San felt a wave of nausea. He had never seen such a shameless person before! But Tang San showed no sign of it on his face.

"The Spirit Hall's certificate says your name is Tang San, right? Tang San, you need to understand that 'Grandmaster' and 'Teacher' have completely different meanings. Don't get it wrong in the future." At this point, Yu Xiaogang changed the subject, his eyes flashing with a burning light, "Unless you really want me to be your teacher."

The tone seemed calm, but it actually revealed an eagerness. Tang San understood perfectly well that they were waiting for him to take the bait.

"Are you going to teach me how to cultivate a martial soul?" Tang San asked, his voice carrying just the right amount of curiosity.

Yu Xiaogang stopped and turned around, looking at Tang San seriously, "So, are you willing or not? After all, you are only the third person in the last hundred years to possess twin martial souls... I've investigated..."

"I am willing, please accept me as your disciple, Master."

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was about to launch into a long speech, Tang San quickly interrupted him and immediately agreed. He then bowed slightly as a gesture of respect.

Vomit! Vomit violently!

Tang San's stomach churned, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, even growing brighter. With this acting skill, if he had gone into the entertainment industry in his previous life, he would have deserved an Oscar.

Yu Xiaogang was clearly pleased; his stiff face relaxed slightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "Okay. Then I'll agree to be your teacher."

Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately sensed the life-and-death contract within his sea of ​​consciousness. Sure enough, one of the three golden marks quietly dissipated, transforming into specks of golden light that merged into the depths of his consciousness.

There are two left.

Tang San didn't rush to read the contents of the second contract; now was not the time, as he had more important things to do.

You disgusted me for so long, it's time for me to get my revenge!

"Teacher, but my spirit is Blue Silver Grass. Master Su Yuntao of the Spirit Hall said that my spirit is useless and has no potential for cultivation." Tang San said with a puzzled look, his tone carrying just the right amount of insecurity.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately spoke arrogantly, as if he had finally gotten his chance to show off: "Tang San, remember this: there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters! Any martial soul, with the right guidance, can be cultivated into a powerful soul master. I once published a list of the top ten martial souls..."

"Oh! Teacher! I understand!" Tang San's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly had a breakthrough. He excitedly interrupted Yu Xiaogang, his voice clear and loud, "You mean, no matter what kind of martial soul it is, if you don't cultivate it into a powerful soul master, it means that the soul master is a waste, right?"

Tang San's face was filled with childlike innocence, his eyes pure and innocent, as if he had simply made the most basic deduction.

Yu Xiaogang's expression froze after Tang San said that.

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but swallowed the words back. Logically, Tang San's words were indeed flawless. Wasn't this exactly the conclusion he had derived from his own "famous saying"?

The problem is, when Tang San says these words, it sounds like he's talking about himself.

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed repeatedly, but when he looked down at Tang San's innocent appearance, with eyes full of admiration and a thirst for knowledge, it didn't seem like he was deliberately mocking him.

"...Um...that's what I mean, but..."

"Yes, teacher! I don't want to be a useless person. I must become a powerful Soul Master like you!"

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish explaining, Tang San deliberately disgusted him, then said with admiration, his eyes even shining with longing.

A Soul Master as powerful as a teacher! Yu Xiaogang's lips twitched.

Like myself... a powerful Soul Master at level 29 who has stagnated for decades?

Yu Xiaogang stood there, stunned and unsure of what to do. He was overwhelmed with embarrassment and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Tang San couldn't wait any longer, looking up with a concerned expression.

"Oh! It's nothing! I'll take you to register first." Yu Xiaogang was woken up by Tang San, so he quickly changed the subject, turned around and walked forward, his steps a few paces faster than before, as if he were running away from something.

Tang San followed behind, a slight smile playing on his lips, which he quickly suppressed.

I felt secretly pleased, but it wasn't enough to vent my anger.

After walking a few steps, Tang San had an idea. He suddenly stopped and called out in a childlike tone:

"teacher!"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Yu Xiaogang turned around, the embarrassment on his face not yet completely gone.

Tang San looked embarrassed, reached out and touched the small Vajra war hammer wrapped in cloth on his back, and said in a somewhat troubled, even coquettish tone, "Teacher, the hammer on my back is so heavy. Could you help me carry it?"

Yu Xiaogang glanced at the hammer, then looked at Tang San, whose steps weren't heavy as he was struck by it, and nodded nonchalantly.

How heavy can a hammer be carried by a six-year-old? I was just looking for an opportunity to show off my teacher's thoughtfulness and ability, so I was happy to lend a hand.

Besides, I was a bit embarrassed by those words just now, so I'll take this opportunity to get back at them.

"Give it to me," Yu Xiaogang said casually, reaching out his hand.

Tang San deftly unslung the Vajra Hammer from his back, grasped the handle with one hand, and handed it over. His movements were fluid and effortless, showing no sign of strain.