“Principal, who is this uncle?” Meng Tao asked tentatively.
The principal laughed heartily.
“Him?
He’s from the Spirit Master world…” Master interrupted, “No need to say more.” “I heard your Martial Soul has mutated.
Is this what it looks like?” “Indeed, it’s you, tool man Yu Xiaogang,” Meng Tao thought.
“Yes, this is my Martial Soul, Zhu Xian.” As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Zhu Xian came over.
Meng Tao lovingly stroked its head.
“It’s very similar to my situation,” Master thought.
“Why did you think of cultivating this way?” Master asked.
He wanted to know what this child was thinking.
“I…
Why should I tell you!!!” Meng Tao replied indifferently.
“Principal, if there’s nothing else, I’ll continue training.” The principal looked at Master’s expression and saw no change.
“Little Meng, just tell him…” “No need, it was presumptuous of me,” Master said, looking at the principal.
“Thank you for inviting me.
I think the coming days will be much more interesting.” “Why say that!” the principal smiled.
“Then I’ll head over first.” The principal was very clever and guessed that Master had something he wanted to say to Meng Tao, so he left.
“Let me reintroduce myself.
My name is Master, a scholar who researches Martial Souls.
I am very interested in you.
Through my Martial Soul core competitiveness research, I have found that innate soul power is directly proportional to Martial Soul strength.
Your Martial Soul is developing in an incredibly good direction.” At this point, a trace of sadness appeared in the Master’s eyes.
Clearly, he was thinking of himself.
“You’ve said so much.
What exactly do you mean?” “I can teach you how to cultivate your Martial Soul.” As he said this, a wave of confidence appeared.
“Alright!
Thank you, Master!” Just like that?
Just like that!!!
Master’s already unpleasant smile gradually disappeared.
Meng Tao of course knew what he meant.
He wanted him to take him as his master.
But he didn’t want to acknowledge Master as his teacher.
Why?
Because Master wouldn’t be of much help to him.
In terms of cultivation, he had New Moon.
In terms of martial techniques, the Master wouldn’t know them.
As for hunting soul beasts and obtaining soul rings, Master couldn’t help with that either.
What could Master help with?
Designating a cultivation direction and his near-omniscient knowledge of soul beasts.
The so-called cultivation direction meant choosing a system such as Power Attack, Control, Agility, etc., and soul ring selection.
Soul ring selection, in Meng Tao’s view, was building his own skill tree.
Before crossing over, Meng Tao liked watching all kinds of movies, anime, and novels.
After learning about his own Martial Soul, he already had many ideas.
When choosing a master’s, he would consider two aspects: One was strength.
This could provide him with a lot of assistance.
The second was that the person had to be pleasing to the eye and suit his own preferences.
Clearly, Master met neither.
Although he had the good partners of the Golden Iron Triangle, what of it?
In front of Titled Douluo, they were insignificant.
At this moment, a certain green-haired old man who played with snakes sneezed.
In the original work, Master was also a pitiful person.
The person he loved, Bibi Dong, was taken by force and became Qian Xunji’s tool.
(Some fan-made elements are used here, but not entirely following the extras, because following the extras completely would create even more bugs.) Master was merely a tool to make Bibi Dong stronger and more ruthless.
Later it got even worse: he fell in love with his cousin, waited bitterly for 20 years, and in the end, “the person I hate is the person who loves me.” Master saw the pity and sympathy in Meng Tao’s eyes.
Why is he looking at me like that?
This made Master feel a bit irritated.
Meng Tao asked, “Master, how exactly do you plan to help me cultivate?” “First, I need to research your Martial Soul.
Now can you tell me how you thought of this cultivation method?” Master replied, but he felt something was off, as if he had forgotten something.
“First, I conducted a comprehensive study of my Martial Soul and made detailed records.
I discovered that because my Martial Soul manifests as a beast-type soul leaving the body, it can be improved through training.” “But the improvement isn’t that great, right?” Master replied.
Clearly, he had thought the same.
“It’s enough.
This kind of training is sufficient for the early stage.
And this is only my first stage.
It improves Zhu Xian’s physical strength, body quality, and attack methods.
The second stage is to improve his dodging ability and agility.” “And the third stage is to improve soul power control, enveloping Zhu Xian with New Moon soul power to increase defense.” But this was Meng Tao’s secret; he would never tell Master.
“Since it’s a pig, then it should fight in the way pigs fight.
In a few days, go buy two wild boars and observe how they fight.” The master gave his opinion.
One could only say, as expected of the Master?
This suggestion was… actually pretty good.
“You yourself also need to strengthen your training, otherwise you’ll just be a living target.” “Hehe, I already thought of a solution to this problem a long time ago.” “Oh, tell me about it.” Master asked with some curiosity.
Meng Tao thought about Master’s Martial Soul.
If the two of them fought, it wouldn’t show anything, so he answered, “It might not be good to demonstrate it here.
Later, later when there’s a chance.” Ding ding ding ding.
“Master, I’m going to class.
Remember, my name is Meng Tao.” Master smiled awkwardly.
In this small city, things probably won’t be so boring anymore.
Wait.
I seem to have forgotten to ask him to take me as his master.
He wouldn’t want to acknowledge me as his master, right?
Meng Tao trotted back to the classroom.
He didn’t want to acknowledge Master as his teacher for another reason: he already had a target.
He wanted to hug a leg, hug a thick thigh…