"With that trash Martial Soul of yours, only by taking me as your master can you change the fate of this useless Spirit…"
"How dare you refuse me!"
"I am the Grandmaster—invincible in theory. Don't you understand? Only my Martial Soul theories can turn you into a powerhouse. Otherwise, you're destined to remain a frog at the bottom of a well for your entire life."
"Without my guidance, you're nothing more than a waste with Innate Full Spirit Power!"
"Rotten wood! Truly uncarvable rotten wood!"
At the Spirit Awakening ceremony in the Spirit Hall branch, Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted from arrogance to irritation. After being flatly rejected by Taichu, his face grew increasingly gloomy, until he finally began cursing out loud.
Taichu, the one involved, couldn't care less.
However—
Su Yuntao, who had been standing nearby, finally snapped. After activating his Martial Soul, he rushed forward with fists raised.
Bang!
"You trash who's been stuck at Rank 29 your whole damn life, never able to break through! How dare you insult my nephew! Who the hell do you think you are?!"
His punches rained down on Yu Xiaogang one after another. Though both were Spirit Grandmasters, Yu Xiaogang was completely pinned to the ground, beaten mercilessly by Su Yuntao. All he could do was clutch his head and howl in pain, utterly powerless—like a dead dog.
Only then did Master Ma, who was presiding over the Awakening ceremony, finally "come to his senses."
"That's enough, that's enough!"
He hurried forward and pulled Su Yuntao back.
"Uncle, I'm fine. There's no need to get angry over a Rank 29 piece of trash when it comes to my future," Taichu said calmly. "My path isn't for someone who can't even break through to Spirit Elder to judge."
He stepped forward as well, holding Su Yuntao back. His eyes flicked toward Yu Xiaogang, who was curled up on the ground, and his voice was filled with undisguised contempt.
"You—!"
"I authored the world-renowned Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls! The entire continent honors me as the 'Grandmaster'! What right does an ignorant brat like you have to judge me?!"
"I'm telling you—without my Martial Soul theories, you're destined to be a useless waste for the rest of your life!"
Humiliated beyond endurance, Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet and shouted back in rage.
"You motherf—"
Hearing this, Su Yuntao's temper exploded again. Even with both Master Ma and Taichu holding him back, the strength he unleashed in his fury dragged them several steps forward.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's courage shattered. He hastily retreated, then turned and fled from the branch hall in panic.
"A stupid waste like you is destined to achieve nothing! I'll train an outstanding disciple and make you regret what you've missed!!!"
His furious voice echoed as he ran, before his figure disappeared completely.
Seeing that he was gone, both Master Ma and Taichu finally released their hold on Su Yuntao.
"Uncle Ma, if you hadn't stopped me just now, I would've broken that fraud's legs," Su Yuntao said irritably.
"You don't understand," Master Ma sighed, shaking his head. "Yu Xiaogang's title as 'Grandmaster' may be a joke, but he's still a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—one of the Upper Three Sects. He also has backing within Spirit Hall. Otherwise, how could someone his age still come here every month to collect Spirit Master subsidies?"
"We're just small fry. We should avoid provoking people with backgrounds like that. We can't afford to offend them."
"Even if it happens again, I'd still do it," Su Yuntao snorted. "Anyone who dares insult my nephew deserves to be beaten. I held back only because he was already hollow!"
As he spoke, Su Yuntao turned his gaze toward Taichu.
"Xiao Chu, don't take that fame-chasing waste's words to heart. Your Martial Soul may not be outstanding, but you have Innate Full Spirit Power. Your future achievements will definitely surpass mine."
"When you become a Spirit Saint someday, don't forget to give your uncle a hand!"
"Uncle, how could I care about a waste's words?" Taichu replied confidently. "Besides, Spirit Saint is still too low. In the future, I'll definitely become a Titled Douluo. When that happens, Uncle, you can just enjoy life with me."
These words weren't empty bravado.
Because Taichu was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he had encountered a Hundred-Ton King, fought it, and was instantly killed—only to awaken in the Douluo Continent.
In this life, his parents died shortly after his birth. When Tang Hao retaliated against Spirit Hall, he attacked sub-halls and branch halls across the land, causing massive casualties. Taichu's parents were among the unfortunate Spirit Hall members who perished by Tang Hao's hand.
Afterward, Taichu was taken in and raised by his grandfather. Only later did he learn the truth: his mother was the younger sister of the so-called Blind Eye God King, Su Yuntao—making Su Yuntao his uncle.
Six years passed in the blink of an eye.
Until today.
At his Martial Soul Awakening, he revealed Innate Full Spirit Power. Yu Xiaogang happened to witness it and immediately stepped forward, arrogantly declaring that he could take Taichu as his disciple—as if being accepted by him were some great honor.
That arrogance instantly annoyed Taichu.
He knew better than anyone how hollow Yu Xiaogang's reputation as "Grandmaster" truly was, so he rejected him outright.
And thus, everything that followed unfolded.
When Taichu said he would become a Titled Douluo in the future, he wasn't boasting.
With full knowledge of the plot and every major opportunity in this world, if he still couldn't reach that level, then being a transmigrator would be meaningless.
More importantly—
It was because of the Martial Soul he had awakened.
A trash eye Martial Soul?
No.
Within his crimson pupils, three tomoe slowly spun.
This was—the Sharingan!
The Bloodline Limit of the Uchiha Clan from the Naruto world had become his Martial Soul.
As a transmigrator, Taichu understood its potential all too well. Beyond the Three-Tomoe Sharingan lay the Mangekyō Sharingan, then the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, and ultimately the Rinnegan—the legendary Eyes that Govern Life and Death.
With a Martial Soul of such terrifying potential, what was a mere Titled Douluo?
His true goal was—
To become a God.
Hearing Taichu's words, Su Yuntao laughed loudly.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"If you really become a Titled Douluo one day, I'll even be your gatekeeper!"
He let out a long breath, relieved that his nephew hadn't taken Yu Xiaogang's insults to heart.
At least his mindset hadn't been shaken by that useless so-called Grandmaster.
"Uncle, are you serious?" Taichu asked.
"Would your uncle lie to you?" Su Yuntao replied casually, clearly not taking it seriously at all.
After all, how many Titled Douluo existed on the entire continent? Even with Innate Full Spirit Power, Taichu's eye Martial Soul seemed to hold him back. Becoming a Spirit King or Spirit Emperor in the future would already be impressive.
As for Titled Douluo?
That was nothing but a dream.
But—
In the years to come, whenever Su Yuntao recalled what he said today, he would want to slap himself twice.
Why did you have to run your mouth like that?!