Chapter 3 Tang San's Charity, Xiao Wu's Ambition
Early morning, Dormitory 7.
The birdsong outside the window was a bit noisy.
Tang San woke up early. He sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and ended his cultivation of the Purple Demon Eye.
His gaze unconsciously drifted to the bed in the corner.
There, Xiao Wu was sleeping soundly, with one foot unceremoniously draped over the blanket.
Beside her, Ye Liuyun had already gotten up and was sitting by the window, cultivating cross-legged with an expressionless face.
A glint of light flashed in Tang San's eyes.
The embarrassment last night made him reflect for a long time.
Xiao Wu is extremely dependent on this cousin.
If anyone wants to get close to Xiao Wu, Ye Liuyun is an obstacle they can't avoid.
Moreover, although this person is of questionable character and likes to hide his talents from his teachers, he is still a person with innate full soul power.
If I can win him over and train him a little in the future, teaching him some basic Tang Clan skills, he might become a sharp weapon for me to rebuild the Tang Clan.
They would even be qualified to be outer sect protectors.
If they perform well, they may be promoted to senior staff.
That would make him a core figure in the Tang Sect he founded.
Having made up his mind, Tang San straightened his clothes, put on his signature humble and gentle smile, and walked towards Ye Liuyun.
"Ye Liuyun."
Tang San walked to the window, took the initiative to speak, and his tone showed a magnanimous disregard for past grievances:
"What happened yesterday was my recklessness; I shouldn't have assumed that about you. After all, it's our first meeting, so it's normal for you to be wary."
Ye Liuyun turned his head and glanced at him indifferently.
"What's up?"
Tang San didn't care about his coldness; in his eyes, it was just a ridiculous display of youthful pride.
"I'd like to talk to you about the master."
Tang San lowered his voice, adopting a sincere and open tone:
"You heard the teacher's theory. There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. We are all Blue Silver Grass with full innate soul power, and no one in this world is more similar to us."
"Even if you don't admit that you have twin martial souls, in my heart, I have long regarded you as one of my own kind."
At this point, a hint of pride and expectation flashed in Tang San's eyes:
"Let's become disciples of the master. With the master's theoretical guidance, plus my... special methods, we will surely have a place in the Soul Master world of Douluo Continent in the future."
Admit it.
If you nod, I'll take you flying in this world.
This is a blessing that ordinary people like you could never attain in several lifetimes.
Tang San thought arrogantly to himself.
He felt he had already humbled himself greatly and was giving Ye Liuyun a chance.
However.
Ye Liuyun simply looked at him quietly, then looked away.
His voice was flat, and he didn't even bother to hide the indifference in his eyes.
"I only have one martial soul. I have no interest in worshipping any masters."
Tang San's smile froze instantly.
He's already said all that, and the other party is still pretending?
I've already hinted that I have twin martial souls, essentially revealing a corner of my biggest trump card in order to gain your trust.
But this person is still stubbornly refusing to admit it.
Too suspicious! Too calculating!
Tang San's initial appreciation for talent vanished instantly, replaced by deep disappointment and disdain.
Such people are narrow-minded and have a limited perspective.
Even with decent talent, that's where it ends.
They are not worthy to be my brothers and sisters in the Tang Clan, much less my right and left hands.
"In that case, I won't force you."
Tang San's smile faded, and his tone became cold and distant.
"I just hope you won't regret your decision today in the future. After all, a good teacher is hard to find."
At this moment, Wang Sheng, who was putting on his shoes, couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hey, Tang San, don't take that 'master' too seriously."
Wang Sheng was a straightforward person; while tying his shoelaces, he said in a very casual manner:
"Who in our academy doesn't know? That Yu Xiaogang is just a freeloader. He's over fifty and only at level twenty-nine; he'll never break through to level thirty as a Great Soul Master. If his theories were truly useful, why doesn't he practice them himself?"
"He usually acts all mysterious and profound, but everyone just laughs at him. It's only because the dean was kind enough to take him in that he's gone; otherwise, he would have starved to death long ago."
Wang Sheng was telling the truth.
This is an open secret at Notting Academy, and a tacitly accepted joke among everyone.
However.
"Shut up!"
A fierce shout filled with murderous intent suddenly rang out in the dormitory.
Wang Sheng was startled. He looked up and saw that Tang San, who had been so gentle and refined just moments before, now had a ferocious expression and his eyes were flashing with a chilling light.
The hidden weapon in his right sleeve was ready to be used.
"A teacher for a day is a father for life!"
Tang San stared intently at Wang Sheng, speaking slowly and deliberately, his tone chilling:
"How could you mere mortals understand the wisdom of a teacher? If you dare to insult my teacher again, don't blame me for being impolite!"
There is already a way to die!
In Tang San's value system, insulting one's sect is a capital offense.
If this weren't an academy, Wang Sheng would already be dead.
Wang Sheng turned pale with fright at Tang San's terrifying gaze, swallowed hard, and muttered something.
"Fine, don't talk then... What's wrong with you..."
The atmosphere in the dormitory plummeted to freezing point.
Just then, Xiao Wu stretched and groggily sat up in bed.
"What's all the noise about... so early in the morning?"
Xiao Wu rubbed her eyes, looking at the tense crowd with a blank expression.
Tang San took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart.
When he turned around and looked at Xiao Wu, his face once again showed that gentle older brother demeanor.
"Xiao Wu, you're awake."
Tang San stepped forward and said softly.
"I was just discussing the matter of becoming an apprentice with Ye Liuyun. I have already verified that the master's theories are unparalleled."
"Xiao Wu, you have exceptional talent. If you could become a disciple of a master and have him tailor a cultivation plan specifically for you, your future would be limitless."
Tang San didn't want to give up.
Since Ye Liuyun is an uncarved block, then Xiao Wu, a rough gem, is definitely not to be missed.
She could be his wife, the future leader of the Tang Clan.
However.
Xiao Wu blinked, then looked at Tang San with a strange expression, remembering what Wang Sheng had just said:
"You mean... that guy who's at level 29?"
Tang San's expression stiffened, and he explained.
"Soul power level doesn't represent everything; the master's theoretical knowledge is unparalleled across the entire continent..."
"Cut."
Xiao Wu pouted and interrupted him without hesitation, her face revealing the arrogance of a 100,000-year-old soul beast:
"A level 29 soul master dares to call himself a master?"
"If my little sister Wu is to become an apprentice, she should at least be a titled... cough cough, at least a powerful expert, right? What qualifications does an old man who can't even break through level 30 have to teach me?"
In the world of spirit beasts, the law of the jungle prevails.
Would a powerful spirit beast listen to a weakling spouting theories? That's a joke.
Tang San's face instantly turned a deep liver color.
He wanted to argue, to get angry, to say, "What do you know?"
But looking at Xiao Wu's delicate and lovely face, at the girl he had fallen for, he forced back the anger in his heart.
She's still young.
She was just a little girl, naive and inexperienced.
I shouldn't hold it against her. When I become stronger and prove the master's theory, she will naturally understand my good intentions.
Tang San frantically tried to salvage the situation, forcing himself to find a way out.
"Alright, since you're unwilling, we'll talk about it later." Tang San forced a smile.
Xiao Wu didn't even glance at Tang San again.
She grabbed Ye Liuyun's arm.
"Cousin Liuyun! Let's go eat! I'm starving!"
Xiao Wu pulled Ye Liuyun outside, secretly scrutinizing him with a look of scrutiny as she walked.
Although she couldn't see through Ye Liuyun's current level of cultivation, her keen intuition told her that this guy's cultivation level before his transformation was definitely very strong.
But it is precisely because of its strength that conquering it is more interesting.
She was laughing hysterically to herself.
Hmph, although you may have been stronger than me before, now we've all become six-year-old kids.
This little dance sister is a soft-boned rabbit, hitting you with a Blue Silver Grass is a piece of cake.
From now on, you'll be my number one underling! If I get a bite of carrot, you'll get a sip of soup!
Ye Liuyun let her pull him along, his expression indifferent.
As he passed by Tang San, he didn't stop walking, and didn't even glance at the self-satisfied chosen one of the world.
Tang San stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
"Ye Liuyun...it's you who corrupted Xiaowu."
"Just wait. One day, I will make you realize that rejecting the Master and rejecting my Tang Clan was the biggest mistake of your lives!"
The sunlight shone on Tang San's gloomy face, appearing particularly dazzling.
[end of the chapter]