Two Hypocrites
As expected, looking at Tang San and Old Jack's shabby appearance, a flash of disdain appeared in the youth's eyes, and with an outstretched hand, he stopped the two.
Seeing how the two looked like country bumpkins, the youth guarding the door felt that they were easy to bully, so he opened his mouth to hint at Old Jack, wanting to make some money.
Old Jack did not answer because, as a simple countryman, he was unable to comprehend the depth of the city's schemes.
"How can two beggars coming out of a beggar's village think of mixing into our spirit master academy? No way!"
And seeing that Old Jack was so insensitive, the young man guarding the door quenched and then said it in a hangdog manner.
"You, who are you calling a beggar's village?"
Hearing this, Old Jack instantly became furious and glared angrily at that youth. To Old Jack, the Holy Spirit Village's name was absolutely not to be insulted.
And seeing that Old Jack still dared to provoke himself, that youth, on the other hand, was also provoked into anger, fiercely reaching out his hand, wanting to push Old Jack.
Seeing this, Tang San finally stopped enduring but took a step forward, coming in front of that youth, and then forcefully struck out.
Although he was only a six-year-old child, Tang San practiced Xuantian Gong and had a martial arts foundation from his previous life, so he was much stronger than the average child.
At the very least, for Tang San, teaching an ordinary person with no soul power like the door guard was easy as pie.
In just one flash, the tall youth was wrestled to the ground by Tang San, and at that moment, he was even more furious in his heart.
"Little brat, you're looking for death!"
Looking at Tang San, that youth burst into fury and was about to kick, wanting to give Tang San a profound lesson, when, from afar, a middle-aged man stepped out.
"Stop it, embarrassing an old man and child; how rude."
A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties with an ordinary appearance and short gray hair who had an air of vicissitude and decadence looked at the door guard at this moment, coughed, and then spoke.
"Yes, Master."
Looking at the young man, although there was a faint disdain in the eyes of the young man guarding the door, he still replied with a respectful and even somewhat flattering tone.
Needless to say, this middle-aged man was precisely Yu Xiaogang, the ultimate softball who put forward the famous useless encouragement theory of "There are no wasteful martial souls, only wasteful soul masters" and the so-called "Ten Core Competencies of the Martial Soul".
Regarding Yu Xiaogang's theory, Yao Xuan has always scoffed, not to mention other Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai. These few Yu Xiaogang's students, who do not have a top martial soul, an innate martial soul full of or close to the full level of genius,
Waste martial souls want to become powerful soul masters? It doesn't exist!
Taking Yu Xiaogang himself as an example, because of the mutation of his martial soul, his soul power has been locked at level 29 for a long time, so let's ask: is it Yu Xiaogang's martial soul that is wasteful, or is it Yu Xiaogang himself that is wasteful?
If it were the former, then this theory of Yu Xiaogang's would naturally not be broken, and if it were the latter, a waste encouragement theory put forward by a waste, on what basis would others believe it?
It's just a joke.
Besides Yu Xiaogang's so-called "Ten Core Competencies of the Martial Soul", although Yu Xiaogang has been "claiming" that he discovered these theories, Yao Xuan knows that Yu Xiaogang is only an organizer at best.
When he was young, Yu Xiaogang was appreciated by Bibi Dong, who was the Holy Maiden of the Martial Soul Hall, and was able to watch a large amount of information from the Martial Soul Hall, thus organizing a few more general laws.
Then, in order to increase his own reputation, he shamelessly took these theories for himself and even declared how he had "painstakingly" carried out the research, so it was laughable!
Of course, for Yao Xuan, these "theories" are the best means to hit Yu Xiaogang in the face; for example, the spirit ring years.
I don't need to release the first spirit ring of 90,000 years; even if I use the concealment technique to fix my first spirit ring at 1,000 years, it's enough to make Yu Xiaogang ashamed of himself.
Finally, for Yu Xiaogang's character, Yao Xuan also dares not praise. Coy, timid, cowardly, and cowering—such words are the best generalizations of Yu Xiaogang. The fact that he has let down and cold-shouldered Bibi Dong also makes Yao Xuan despise Yu Xiaogang even more.
In the following days, he will just keep hitting Yu Xiaogang's face!
Looking at all this, Yao Xuan thought in his heart.
Unlike Yao Xuan's thoughts in his heart, at this time, after scolding the doorkeeper, Yu Xiaogang also checked Tang San's martial soul certificate. Looking at the words on the martial soul certificate, his eyes immediately flashed with joy.
Innate full-soul power!
Unexpectedly, such an excellent seedling would appear in front of him.
To Yu Xiaogang, because he himself had been brainwashed by his own theory, he didn't consider Blue Silver Grass to be a trash martial soul but rather considered Tang San to be a makable talent.
In order to accept Tang San as his disciple, Yu Xiaogang started by apologizing to Old Jack, then scolded the guard a few times, and finally took Tang San's hand and exchanged words with him very enthusiastically.
As a traveler, Tang San did not want to worship Yu Xiaogang as a master, but when Yu Xiaogang guessed that Tang San had a twin martial soul by mistake through his own set of theories, Tang San also mistakenly thought that Yu Xiaogang was a real "master".
Therefore, Tang San agreed to worship Yu Xiaogang as his master and also respectfully kowtowed to Yu Xiaogang three times as a ceremony to worship his master, which also made Yu Xiaogang appreciate Tang San even more.
The two stinky hypocrites became masters and disciples by mistake.
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All of this progressed exactly like the story line in the novel, but next, Yao Xuan's appearance was bound to be like a butterfly stirring its wings and would greatly change Tang San's fate.
At the very least, Yao Xuan will absolutely not give up Xiao Wu, who has a pair of beautiful long legs, a great body, and is very cute, to Tang San.
Xiao Wu's absolutely beautiful long legs, if matched with a pair of white stockings, were definitely a visual feast. Whether it was a lap pillow or a soft caress, it was definitely an excellent experience.
While thinking about it, Yao Xuan brought Gu Yuena and walked into the gate of Nuoding Academy.
Looking at Gu Yuena and Yao Xuan, who are wearing gorgeous clothes, that gate guard naturally does not dare to make a fuss; instead, he looks respectful, and then Yao Xuan holds Gu Yuena's delicate hand and walks towards the main teaching building.
Passing through the playground, Yao Xuan and Gu Yuena arrived at the registrar's office in the academy, presented their Martial Soul Certificates, and went through the enrollment procedures very smoothly.
"Excuse me, is this the place to enroll?"
Just as Yao Xuan was about to lead Gu Yuena to the dormitory area, a clear and sweet voice rang out from outside the door.
Turning to look at the entrance of the registrar's office, a delicate and cute little girl stood at the doorway, looking in curiously.
This little girl didn't look much older than Yao Xuan, only a little shorter than Yao Xuan; her little face was reddish white, as delicate as a peeled egg; her big eyes were watery; and her voice was also very energetic.
Although she was not very old, this young girl's figure was excellent; her skin was soft and tender, her thighs were very slender, she was a living doll, and her temperament was also quite lovely.
And behind this little girl, there was a long scorpion braid that hung down to her hips, looking very special.
Needless to say, this little girl is the target of Yao Xuan's next raid, the Soft-Boned Rabbit Xiao Wu. Looking at Xiao Wu, Yao Xuan also silently called up Xian'er in his heart, preparing for his initial signing-in.