At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was unaware that his life was threatened, still feigning an air of profound mystery, which disgusted Yin Hao.
"Aren't you curious how I know?"
Yu Xiaogang waved the two Spirit Hall certificates in his hand and said.
"Based on this!"
"I once investigated 647 people whose spirit was Blue Silver Grass. Among them, only 16 possessed spirit power, a probability of less than 3%. And even among those 16 people with spirit power, none of them had spirit power exceeding level one. Yet you have innate level nine spirit power, and he has innate full spirit power.
According to one of the ten core competitiveness criteria of spirits that I've researched, the size of innate spirit power is directly proportional to the quality of the spirit. Blue Silver Grass clearly cannot meet this requirement. Therefore, I can be certain that you two should have another spirit, and a very powerful one at that."
It was the same old story from the original novel, almost putting Yin Hao to sleep, but it completely stunned Tang San.
Suddenly, Tang San took a step back, widening the distance between himself and Yu Xiaogang. Then, he knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times to the master.
Yu Xiaogang was startled and quickly helped him up.
"What are you doing?"
"Teacher," Tang San said respectfully, "Please accept me as your disciple."
Seeing that he had successfully tricked him, Yu Xiaogang smiled again.
"Good, good child, bowing is enough for becoming a disciple. Kowtowing is a courtesy to parents and kings."
Tang San shook his head. "A teacher for a day is a father for life; it's only right."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's smile widened, and he said "good" three times.
"Good, good, good, child, get up quickly..."
After helping Tang San up, Yu Xiaogang turned his gaze to Yin Hao. This child possessed innate full soul power, a talent even better than Tang San's!
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's gaze, Yin Hao frowned slightly. Asking him to become Yu Xiaogang's disciple was worse than killing him!
He then spoke.
"I'm sorry, Master, I don't plan to become your disciple for the time being..."
Yu Xiaogang was still unwilling to give up.
"Child, you have twin martial souls, no one is more suitable to teach you than me."
Hearing such shameless remarks, Yin Hao almost vomited, but still spoke calmly.
"No, Master, you misunderstand, I don't have twin martial souls..."
"How can you..."
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to refute, he saw that Yin Hao had already summoned his martial soul.
A thick Blue Silver Grass with golden stripes appeared before the two of them.
The moment the Blue Silver Emperor appeared, Tang San had a feeling of wanting to submit, but he restrained himself and instead felt a different kind of warmth.
"Master, you can see it too, my martial soul is not an ordinary Blue Silver Grass, but a mutated martial soul."
Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment. With his knowledge, he certainly wouldn't recognize the Blue Silver Emperor. Since Yin Hao said it was a mutated martial soul, he believed it to a large extent.
His initial interest in taking Yin Hao as his disciple diminished considerably. In his view, even with Yin Hao's innate full-power mutated martial soul, he still couldn't match Tang San's potential, who possessed twin martial souls. After all, once Tang San reached the later stages of cultivation and began cultivating his second martial soul, he would start with a ten-thousand-year soul ring. How could a mere mutated martial soul possibly match his combat power?
He offered a few more words of persuasion, but seeing Yin Hao's continued reluctance, he stopped and led Tang San towards his dormitory.
Tang San turned to look at Yin Hao and said,
"Brother Hao, you go to the dormitory first, I'll go later."
Yin Hao nodded and turned to leave.
...
Yin Hao inquired along the way and finally found Dormitory Seven.
Pushing open the door, he found quite a few people inside, about ten or so, some about Yin Hao's age, others a head taller.
Yin Hao greeted everyone first.
"Hello, my name is Yin Hao, and I'm a new work-study student."
A burly boy, 40 or 50 centimeters taller than Yin Hao, stepped forward and sized him up.
Blue hair, jade-like skin—he looked like a pretty boy who was all looks and no substance.
"New here?"
Yin Hao nodded.
"My name is Wang Sheng, my martial soul is the War Tiger, a future War Soul Master. I'm also the boss here. What's your martial soul?"
Yin Hao's lips curled up slightly. He naturally knew what Wang Sheng was up to, but why would he be afraid?
"My martial soul is a mutated Blue Silver Grass."
Yin Hao didn't say Blue Silver Emperor; even if he did, they wouldn't know what it was. It was more accurate to say it was a mutated martial soul.
"Blue Silver Grass? A mutated Blue Silver Grass? Hahaha..."
Wang Sheng laughed, and the others laughed along with him.
"Kid, once you come to Dormitory Seven, you have to abide by Dormitory Seven's rules. Call me boss, understand?"
"What if I don't want to?"
Wang Sheng paused for a moment, then said with a dark face and displeasure.
"Then fight me. If you beat me, you'll be the boss of Dormitory Seven..."
As he spoke, he summoned his martial soul, seemingly determined to teach this kid a lesson regardless of whether Yin Hao agreed or not.
"Then... please..."
Yin Hao extended his right hand, making a gesture of invitation.
Wang Sheng grew even angrier, yelling as he charged towards Yin Hao.
"Hey kid, let me show you how powerful the Seventh Dormitory Boss is! Watch out for my punch..."
At the same time, his henchmen behind him continued to shout.
"Boss is mighty!"
"Boss, teach this newbie a lesson!"
"Hit him, boss!"
Hearing the voices behind him, Wang Sheng charged forward even faster, seemingly wanting to take down the kid in one move.
However, just as Wang Sheng was about to reach Yin Hao, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded.
With a "thud,"
the previously arrogant Wang Sheng performed a face-first prostration for everyone present, leaving them dumbfounded.
Especially his henchmen who had been yelling just moments before, almost instantly fell silent.
Wang Sheng raised his face, covering his bleeding nose, and looked down.
Sure enough, a strand of blue silver grass with golden patterns was wrapped around his ankle; it was this little thing that had tripped him.
Wang Sheng stood up, trying to break the Blue Silver Grass, but his efforts were futile. He could only look at Yin Hao with a defiant expression.
"This doesn't count. If you have the guts, let me go, and we'll fight fair and square."
To his surprise, Yin Hao readily agreed.
The two then separated again. Wang Sheng looked at Yin Hao not far away, this time no longer underestimating him.
One of his henchmen sidled up to Wang Sheng.
"Boss, be careful, this kid's a bit strange!"
Wang Sheng sneered.
"I know, but as long as he doesn't resort to underhanded tactics, you'll see how I deal with him."
The henchman nodded and retreated. He knew Wang Sheng's strength; even three of him tied together wouldn't be a match for him, so he didn't doubt Wang Sheng's words.
(End of Chapter)