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Douluo: My Martial Soul Is a Lone Bamboo, and I Hunt Transmigrators

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Chapter 6: The First Loot

Douluo: My Martial Soul Is a Lone Bamboo, and I Hunt Transmigrators

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Under Lin Yuan’s “horrified” gaze and the gatekeeper’s fearful eyes, Yu Xiaogang proudly stepped forward and picked up Yan Beifei’s soul master identification certificate.

For a moment, he felt as though he had returned to the age of six, before his martial soul awakened.

Back then, he had been full of ambition—the favored son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.Full novel: Douluo: My Martial Soul Is a Lone Bamboo, and I Hunt Transmigrators — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

He had yet to awaken that damn pig martial soul.

Now that he had blasted this lowly commoner to death with a single fart, he had finally vented the anger he had been holding inside.

He knew very well that the students at the academy had secretly mocked and ridiculed him more than once.

After what happened today, he wanted to see who would still dare look down on him.

The only thing he was somewhat worried about was this little fellow’s background.

That was also why he had checked Yan Beifei’s soul master identification certificate.

When he saw that the boy had been born in a small village and possessed a Blue Silver Grass martial soul with only one and a half ranks of innate soul power, Yu Xiaogang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, disdain and contempt appeared in his eyes.

So that’s all he was.

Just a commoner who had gotten lucky enough to awaken soul power.

Who knew where this brat had gotten the courage to humiliate him?

Meanwhile, Tang San had already stepped forward and checked Yan Beifei’s breath.

Seeing that he was completely dead, Tang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief as well before turning around.

“Teacher, he’s dead…”

“This is what happens when you provoke a high-level soul master.

His death was entirely his own fault…

Wait.

What did you just call me?”

Tang San smiled.

“Teacher, of course!

I almost forgot.

I still haven’t performed the apprentice ceremony.

Teacher, please accept this disciple’s bow.”

As he spoke, Tang San knelt on both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times to Yu Xiaogang.

In Tang San’s eyes, he possessed the Tang Sect’s secret techniques and twin martial souls, so whether his teacher was powerful or not wasn’t important.

What he truly valued was knowledge.

After all, strength could not be passed down, but knowledge could.

As long as this person could teach him how to cultivate his martial soul, then even if his teacher were just an ordinary person, Tang San would still be willing to become his disciple.

Clearly, in his heart, this Grandmaster who had recognized that he possessed twin martial souls at a glance was the perfect candidate to become his teacher.

As for what the dead man had said earlier, perhaps there was some truth to it.

Grandmaster had indeed intended to take him as his disciple and had used a few little tricks.

It was also true that he couldn’t help Tang San hunt for a soul ring.

But Tang San possessed the Tang Sect’s secret techniques and hidden weapons.

He could hunt soul beasts by himself.

Moreover, none of that changed the fact that the other man had already brought death upon himself.

“You silly child.

Becoming my disciple is one thing, but why are you kowtowing?

A simple bow is enough.”

Yu Xiaogang naturally had no idea what Tang San was thinking.

At this moment, he simply assumed that his impressive display earlier had completely won Tang San over.

Seeing Tang San kowtow to acknowledge him as his teacher, he hurriedly bent down and helped him to his feet.

His face was practically splitting into a grin, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

Even Luo Sanpao, the pig-like martial soul he had always regarded as a source of shame, suddenly looked much more pleasing to him.

“Once a teacher, always a father.”

Tang San uttered that classic line from the original story.

“Good!

Good!

Good!

It seems I really haven’t misjudged you.”

Yu Xiaogang said “good” three times in succession.

It was obvious just how excited he was at this moment.

“Come.

I’ll take you to the Academic Affairs Office to register.”

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang grabbed Tang San’s hand.

Tang San turned to look at Yan Beifei’s corpse.

“Teacher, what about him?

Will there be any trouble?”

Yu Xiaogang glanced sideways at Yan Beifei’s corpse and said indifferently,

“Don’t worry about him.

Someone will take care of it later.

As for trouble…”

As he said this, he straightened his chest proudly.

“With your teacher here, no one in the entire Nuoding City can hurt you.”

If Yan Beifei had already enrolled, then openly killing an academy student at Nuoding Academy would have been troublesome.

Even if the academy’s dean stepped forward to explain things on his behalf, the public backlash would eventually force him to leave the academy.

By then, the Spirit Hall branch in Nuoding City might even come looking for trouble.

But Yan Beifei had not enrolled yet.

That made things much easier.

All he needed to do was take away the boy’s soul master identification certificate.

Who would stand up for a poor country boy from the countryside?

Lin Yuan watched as the master and disciple left.

Only after they had gone some distance did he finally approach, together with several bolder students, to take a look.

A short while later, one of the students went to call an academy teacher over.

The teacher was a young man who looked to be in his early thirties.

His appearance was completely ordinary, and his hair was dark green.

The moment he saw that someone had died right at the beginning of the school term and that he had happened to be the one who encountered the situation, his expression immediately became troubled.

“Does anyone know where his family lives?”

Everyone looked at one another.

As for the gatekeeper, he was terrified of getting dragged into trouble and had already fled far away.

Lin Yuan naturally wasn’t about to let such an excellent opportunity to loot the corpse slip away.

He stepped forward.

“Teacher, he’s from Emperor Soul Village.

He’s an orphan.

I saw him once when my mother and I went to the countryside to collect medicinal herbs.

How about I take you there?”

As he spoke, Lin Yuan secretly felt fortunate.

Fortunately, over the past half month, he had asked his parents about the locations of Emperor Soul Village and Holy Soul Village.

Otherwise, it really would have been difficult to make this offer.

“Then I’ll have to trouble you.”

The male teacher was only an ordinary Soul Grandmaster and had never killed anyone before.

Seeing Yan Beifei’s corpse, the fact that he hadn’t vomited on the spot was already quite an accomplishment.

Since Lin Yuan offered to lead the way, he could only reluctantly shoulder Yan Beifei’s corpse.

The two men and the corpse left Nuoding Academy and headed toward the outskirts of the city.

Along the way, the male teacher seemed either extremely nervous or frightened.

His already ordinary face was twisted into an unnatural and almost hideous expression, like an eggplant struck by frost.

Seeing that the time was right, Lin Yuan looked at the male teacher.

“Teacher, we’re not far from Emperor Soul Village now.

Why don’t you head back first?

I can take him there myself.”

“This…

doesn’t seem appropriate.”

The male teacher hesitated.

“Teacher, I suggest you go back.

The villagers in Emperor Soul Village are quite fierce.

Yan Beifei died at Nuoding Academy.

If they see a teacher from Nuoding City bringing his corpse back, they might do something extreme…”

Lin Yuan conveniently gave him a way out.

The male teacher had never wanted to go in the first place.

Hearing those words, he immediately put down Yan Beifei’s corpse and changed his mind.

“Then I’ll leave him to you.

My name is Mo Hen.

You can call me Teacher Mo from now on.”

“Understood, Teacher Mo.”

Lin Yuan watched him leave.

Once Mo Hen had completely disappeared into the distance, Lin Yuan looked around carefully.

After confirming that no one was nearby, he shouldered Yan Beifei’s corpse and plunged straight into the depths of the mountains and wilderness.

End of Chapter

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