The journey from Holy Spirit Village to Nuoding City was not short.
Although Old Jack was elderly, his spirit was high.
Along the way, he rambled on, giving instructions to the two children.
"When you get to the academy, listen to the teachers and don't fight with classmates."
"Don't scrimp on food; growing your body is what matters."
"Even though we're work-study students, we must have ambition!"
Tang San had heard these words so many times his ears were nearly growing callouses.
Though he knew it was out of kindness, it was inevitably a bit tedious.
He peeked at Lin Chuan beside him, only to find Lin Chuan's expression calm.
There was even a faint smile hanging at the corner of his big brother's mouth.
From time to time, he would nod in response to Old Jack.
Tang San's heart couldn't help but shudder.
Is Big Brother Lin Chuan tempering his heart?
That's it!
[The General Principles of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Record says: Remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you.]
Big Brother Lin Chuan is integrating his cultivation into every little detail of life.
Facing an old man's nagging, he is neither anxious nor irritable.
He is honing his patience and nurturing his state of mind.
Looking back at myself, a hint of annoyance actually rose in my heart; I have simply fallen into a lower level of practice!
Thinking of this, Tang San took a deep breath.
He forcibly suppressed the impetuousness in his heart.
Imitating Lin Chuan's manner, he listened respectfully to Old Jack's teachings.
Glancing at Tang San's suddenly solemn and dignified appearance, Lin Chuan found it hilarious in his heart.
...
Finally, the gates of Nuoding City Junior Spirit Master Academy appeared before them.
The huge archway was majestic and grand.
Old Jack straightened his clothes and led the two children forward, only to be stopped by a young man guarding the gate.
"What are you doing? Country bumpkins, stay away!"
The gatekeeper's nostrils were pointed toward the sky, his face full of disdain.
Old Jack offered a conciliatory smile and took out the certificates:
"Young brother, we are from Holy Spirit Village. These two children are our village's work-study students for this year, here to register."
"Holy Spirit Village?"
The gatekeeper looked like he had heard a joke.
He snatched the certificates, looked them over, and said in a weird, sarcastic tone:
"Can a place that poor and remote actually produce Spirit Masters?"
"And Innate Full Soul Power? Two of them?"
"This is even more ridiculous. I consider myself someone who has seen the world; can a golden phoenix fly out of a chicken coop? These certificates are definitely fake!"
Saying so, he moved to throw the certificates on the ground and even reached out to shove Old Jack.
Old Jack's beard trembled with anger: "How can you insult people like this!"
A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and his left hand lowered slightly; a sleeve arrow was already loaded.
As a Tang Sect disciple.
He could endure the cold stares of others, but he could never tolerate someone insulting an elder.
And he certainly couldn't let anyone insult his big brother!
However, before Tang San could act, an even faster figure blocked the way in front of Old Jack.
It was Lin Chuan.
He didn't speak; he just quietly looked at the gatekeeper.
In the next moment!
An invisible yet extremely sharp aura!
Suddenly erupted from Lin Chuan's thin body!
That was sword intent!
Lin Chuan, who possessed the Cloak of Wind Sword Dance and the Clear Sky Divine Sword martial soul!
With just a single look.
He made the gatekeeper feel as if blades were being pressed against his body!
"Ah..."
The gatekeeper's legs went soft, his whole body trembled violently, and he couldn't even speak.
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.
The hand he had just raised was instantly lowered.
He thought to himself: What a terrifying aura!
This isn't killing intent, but a domineering sword intent!
Big Brother Lin Chuan didn't even use his martial soul; he caused this gatekeeper's mental breakdown with just his will.
Is this Big Brother's strength?
Is he telling me that when dealing with such small people, you don't even need to dirty your hands? Just crush them with your aura?
Just then, a somewhat raspy and low voice came from inside the gate.
"Alright, stop."
Lin Chuan instantly retracted his aura and turned to look.
He saw a man of medium build, slightly on the thin side, walking out.
He had short black hair, an ordinary appearance, and kept his hands behind his back.
He carried a unique decadent temperament.
Between the opening and closing of his eyes, however, a sliver of sharp light flickered.
Seeing the newcomer, the gatekeeper who had collapsed in fear looked as if he had found a savior.
He scrambled to his feet and bowed respectfully:
"Grandmaster! You're back."
"Grandmaster?"
Old Jack and Tang San were both stunned for a moment.
The middle-aged man known as the Grandmaster merely gave a faint nod.
He ignored the gatekeeper.
Instead, he walked straight to Old Jack and bent down to pick up the certificates from the ground.
He even took a moment to brush off the dust.
"Old gentleman, I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what just happened."
The Grandmaster's voice was flat, making it impossible to tell his emotions:
"These two children's certificates are real. Hand them over to me."
Old Jack was overwhelmed by the favor—a Grandmaster was apologizing to him.
He was so frightened he hurriedly thanked him.
The Grandmaster turned around, his gaze sweeping over Tang San and Lin Chuan.
When he saw Tang San, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But when his gaze fell upon Lin Chuan, that surprise turned into deep solemnity.
That sword intent that erupted for an instant!
Even he, a Level 29 Grand Soul Master, felt a moment of palpitations.
"You two little fellows are here to study at the Nuoding City Junior Spirit Master Academy, right?"
The Grandmaster kept his hands behind his back, his chin slightly tilted, putting on a high and unpredictable posture:
"I've seen the certificates; your talent is decent. Would you be willing to take me as your teacher?"
Lin Chuan looked at this "pretentious poser" in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he fought back a laugh.
So this was Yu Xiaogang.
The man who claimed to be invincible in theory but was actually a trash who could never break through Level 30 because of a failed martial soul mutation.
He was also the one who came out with the classic line: "I have taught a God!"
Of course, he did indeed teach Tang San, who became a God.
But Lin Chuan knew clearly in his heart:
Yu Xiaogang was able to teach a God because Tang San himself was a "cheat" and ate so many immortal herbs.
Yu Xiaogang's role was more of an early-stage guide.
Moreover, he was nearly bitten to death by a Datura Snake while hunting for the first soul ring. If Tang San hadn't cheated, he probably would have ended up with a ten-year-old Lonely Bamboo as his first soul ring.
As for that quote: "There are no trash martial souls, only trash Spirit Masters."
Lin Chuan only wanted to complain: You can't even level up yourself, do you even believe this chicken soup?
If Tang San hadn't given you immortal herbs later, you would have been a Grand Soul Master for the rest of your life.
However...
Lin Chuan's eyes rolled.
Since he wanted to be a "salted fish" (lazy), finding a nanny and coach for Tang San was a must.
Although Yu Xiaogang was weak in actual combat, his theoretical knowledge was indeed rich.
After all, he had the knowledge inheritance from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan and the Spirit Hall.
By letting him torment... oh no, teach Tang San, wouldn't Lin Chuan be able to slack off legitimately?
"You are the Grandmaster?"
Lin Chuan pretended to look curious:
"But the gatekeeper said just now that a golden phoenix can't fly out of a chicken coop."
The Grandmaster smiled faintly, a hint of pride showing in his eyes: "The eyes of the world are often shallow. True geniuses never care about their origins."
At this moment, the "coolness factor" was maxed out.
Tang San was clearly stunned by this display.
He looked at the Grandmaster, a hint of admiration appearing in his eyes.
This teacher speaks with great depth!