“Old gentleman, little boy, are you here to enroll at Notting Academy?”
Not far from the entrance of Notting Academy, white-haired Old Jack led a half-grown Tang San.
They raised their heads, looking at the tall young man who addressed them.
Old Jack sized up the youth in his early twenties.
Seeing the gorgeous clothes he wore, he immediately realized something and bowed hurriedly, saying, “Respected Spirit Master, just as you said, we are here to enroll.”
The young man smiled and said in a calm tone, “You are too polite, old gentleman.
You can call me Fang Yuan.
It is inconvenient for ordinary people to enter the academy, so why don’t I take this little boy in to complete the enrollment procedures?”
While the three were talking, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, dressed in black with short black hair, walked by behind them with his hands behind his back.
He merely glanced in their direction, lingered his gaze on the youth in Spirit Master robes for a moment, and walked through the gates of Notting Academy under the doorman’s welcome.
This short-black-haired middle-aged man was naturally the Master.
Originally, the events should have involved Old Jack arguing with Notting Academy’s doorman, and the Master passing by, overhearing Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and Innate full Soul Power, then accepting him as a Disciple.
However, Old Jack and Tang San were stopped by Fang Yuan, and during their brief conversation, they missed the Master.
Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Yuan saw the Master enter the gate and smiled inwardly.
Interception successful!
He knew the original course of events: after Tang San was accepted as a Disciple by the Master, step by step he transformed from a pure feudal warrior into Tang God King with shocking wisdom.
It was hard to say whether this was progress or regression.
Fang Yuan’s goal was to prevent all of this from happening.
He was originally an ascetic pursuing eternal life in another realm, having a grand time matching wits and bravery with the locals on another continent using bugs.
As a result, just as he and another Fellow Daoist visited the largest School in the area, disaster struck from the heavens: the World collapsed into pieces, and the Great Dao was obliterated.
As his consciousness drifted through the Universe, he perceived all the Karma.
The origin of everything was right here on Douluo Continent, stemming from this Kong Yiji-style teacher and his feudal warrior student.
In the future, Tang God King, led astray by the Master, directly or indirectly caused the destruction of his original World.
Fang Yuan was speechless.
However, heaven never seals off every exit.
Upon realizing he was Reborn on Douluo Continent, Fang Yuan found his goal.
First, pursue eternal life!
The Laws of the Great Dao on Douluo Continent were somewhat different from his original World.
As long as one ascended to a God Position or was brought along by someone to Ascension to the God Realm, one could achieve eternal life, which was much more convenient.
Second, prevent the Master from corrupting Tang San!
Although Fang Yuan was now Reborn, and in theory could care less about what happened to the Master and Tang San, watching the person who destroyed his World and killed him in his past life get a second chance left his mind somewhat unfulfilled.
Gangzi, as if you actually know how to guide a student!
Living another life, Fang Yuan decided to take matters into his own hands, swearing to raise Tang San into a truly pure and flawless Tang God King!
This was also a consideration for his plan of eternal life; if he couldn’t become a god himself, having someone guaranteed to become a god bring him to the God Realm would achieve eternal life all the same.
Recalling his experiences since Rebirth and his future plans, Fang Yuan looked at Tang San and asked:
“I wonder, little boy, what is your Martial Soul, and what rank is your Innate Soul Power?”
Old Jack hurriedly retrieved the test report from Spirit Hall and handed it to Fang Yuan with both hands.
Fang Yuan took the report and pretended to flip through it twice.
Although he already knew Tang San’s situation, offering to take him as a Disciple now wouldn’t seem too abrupt.
Thus, he closed the test report, looked at Tang San with a surprised gaze, and said:
“Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Innate full Soul Power?
I wonder if you are willing to take me as your Master?”
Tang San blinked, neither agreeing nor refusing.
Fang Yuan understood Tang San’s reaction clearly.
He knew that as an otherworldly demon, Tang San was naturally vigilant and would not rashly accept a Master.
To make Tang San willingly acknowledge him as Master, he still needed to display some strength.
Saying goodbye to Old Jack, Fang Yuan led Tang San toward the gates of Notting Academy.
The doorman’s eyes scanned up and down, looking at the Spirit Master attire Fang Yuan wore and then at his unfamiliar face, before stepping forward with a smile to block them.
“Respected Spirit Master, are you bringing a junior to register for enrollment?
May I ask if you have an appointment with the academy in advance?”
Fang Yuan glanced at him and directly activated his Martial Soul without hesitation.
Soul Power surged around his body, emanating an intimidating Aura.
Beneath his feet, six Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, two black—rose up.
His long hair moved without wind.
As his Martial Soul possessed him, his appearance underwent a transformation.
The bridge of his nose grew sharp, and the glow in his eyes receded into a pair of deep, emerald pools.
His lips were full, exuding a healthy ruddy hue.
Martial Soul, Supreme Immortal Fetus!
Having come to Douluo Continent, even an otherworldly demon had to follow the rules of this continent, Awakening their Martial Soul to fight and increase their power.
And Fang Yuan’s Martial Soul was the gift he received from a Fellow Daoist in his past life: the Supreme Immortal Fetus.
After a period of exploration and Cultivation, Fang Yuan figured out the peculiar nature of his Martial Soul.
When attaching Soul Rings to the Supreme Immortal Fetus Martial Soul, he would not obtain so-called Martial Soul Abilities.
What was attached to the Soul Rings were the abilities of the Gu insects he possessed in his previous life.
In other words, even if his cultivation reached nine rings and he became a Titled Douluo, Fang Yuan could only obtain the abilities of nine Gu insects, which was far less compared to the Gu insects he owned in his previous life.
However, according to Fang Yuan’s deduction, if he absorbed Soul Bones, the skills attached to the Soul Bones would very likely also be the abilities of Gu insects.
Therefore, aside from the Soul Rings required to increase his strength, he had not absorbed a single Soul Bone.
A normal Soul Bone would only grant him one skill, whereas a hundred-thousand-year Soul Bone would grant two.
Fang Yuan planned to ensure, if possible, that all six Soul Bones on his body and his ninth ring reached the hundred-thousand-year age limit.
That way, he could gain the abilities of seven additional Gu insects.
Although his conscious decision not to absorb Soul Bones resulted in his current power not reaching its potential limit, a six-ring cultivation base in a small place like Notting City was already shockingly incredible.
The doorman’s legs instantly went limp, and his respectful voice trembled slightly, “Honorable Soul Emperor, I…”
Fang Yuan waved his hand and said to him, “I am going to see the principal of Notting Academy.
Do not block me.”
The doorman immediately nodded in agreement, welcoming Fang Yuan and Tang San inside the academy gates.
Turning his head, Fang Yuan saw that Tang San’s expression was somewhat complex—there was admiration for a powerful Spirit Master, as well as doubt as to why a Soul Emperor powerhouse would actively take him as a Disciple.
As the sharpest sword of feudalism, Tang San possessed the traits of admiring the strong and being naturally suspicious.
Seeing this, Fang Yuan knew the purpose of revealing his cultivation base had been achieved.
Naturally, he hadn’t done it out of boredom to scare the doorman, but to establish a powerful image in Tang San’s mind.
Regarding the doubts in Tang San’s mind, Fang Yuan directly offered an explanation:
“When I said I wanted to take you as a Disciple earlier, I was serious.
After all, facing a Genius with Twin Martial Souls, I genuinely couldn’t help but be excited.”
Saying this, he noticed Tang San’s eyes change as his left wrist subtly raised, his gaze filled with suspicion and uncertainty.
Obviously, with the secret of his Twin Martial Souls exposed by someone else, in Tang San’s mind, Fang Yuan already possessed a way to court death.
Fang Yuan pretended not to notice and said in a calm tone, “Are you wondering how I saw through your Twin Martial Souls?
According to common knowledge in the Soul Master World, the level of Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of the Martial Soul.
A pure Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul would not yield Innate full Soul Power; therefore, I concluded you must have another powerful Martial Soul.”
Hearing this, Tang San finally came to a sudden realization.
Pursing his lips, he pondered for a moment before suddenly stepping backward to create distance between himself and Fang Yuan, then bending his knees and kneeling to the ground.
Fang Yuan paused in his tracks.
Tang San respectfully kowtowed three times to Fang Yuan: “Teacher, please accept me as your Disciple!”