Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, Qian Xunji had already packed his simple belongings, with no intention of going to Notting City with Qian San.

"Xiao San, today you're going to the academy with Grandpa Jerry to register." Qian Xunji stuffed a few changes of clothes and some dry food into Qian San's bundle, patted his son's shoulder, and looked deep in thought.

"I have to go to the Star Dou Great Forest. Your talent is quite good, and ordinary soul beasts are not good enough for you. I will personally go and find you a first soul ring."

Qian San knew the power of his father's True Rain Sword Technique, so he naturally had no worries about his father's safety and obediently nodded.

……

Half a day later, at the main gate of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Old Jerry and Qian San had just reached the grand archway when they were rudely stopped by the gatekeeper.

"What are you doing here? This is the Soul Master Academy, country bumpkins, don't wander around!" The gatekeeper looked at the old man and the young man with disdain.

Old Jerry quickly put on a smile and handed over the certificate issued by Haotian Palace with both hands: "Young man, we are from Soul Saint Village. This child is a work-study student sent by the village this year."

The doorman suspiciously took the certificate, glanced at it, and then, as if he had seen the biggest joke in the world, burst out laughing:

"Blue Silver Spider Martial Soul? Innate Full Soul Power? Old man, you should at least use your brain when you're faking it! A pathetic spider that doesn't even have poison and is only fit to catch mosquitoes in the forest, can have innate full soul power? If you have innate full soul power, I'd be the Pope!"

Old Jerry, an honest and simple village chief, blushed instantly after being ridiculed by the gatekeeper. He stood there helplessly, his lips trembling, but he dared not utter a word in rebuttal.

Qian San frowned slightly, a hint of coldness flashing deep in his eyes. Just as he was about to teach this arrogant gatekeeper a lesson using Tang Clan techniques, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him.

"stop."

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and ordinary looks. He had his hands behind his back and wore a faded black robe. His facial muscles seemed somewhat stiff, exuding an aloofness that kept strangers at bay.

This is Ning Dagang, who switched careers to study martial soul theory after his martial soul failed to evolve and turned into a glass pig that could shoot stinky farts.

"Show me the proof." Ning Dagang walked up to the gatekeeper and stretched out his hand.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the gatekeeper's arrogance immediately subsided, and he quickly and respectfully handed over the certificate.

Ning Dagang looked down at the certificate, his gaze lingering on the words "Blue Silver Spider" and "Innate Full Soul Power" for a long time. A barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Qian San, forcing a kind smile onto his stiff face: "The certificate is real, sir. Leave this child to me."

Old Jerry breathed a sigh of relief, thanked them repeatedly, and then turned and left the academy.

Ning Dagang led Qian San through the academy gate. Along the way, he deliberately slowed his pace, glancing at the unusually composed boy dressed in coarse clothes out of the corner of his eye.

"Although the Blue Silver Spider martial soul is stronger than the Blue Silver Grass, it is still essentially a useless martial soul," Ning Dagang suddenly said, his tone firm and confident.

"Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a martial soul to give birth to a full innate soul power. I once investigated 250 Blue Silver Spider Soul Masters, and less than 7 of them had soul power, which is less than 3%. In my martial soul theory, the strength of a martial soul is directly proportional to the amount of innate soul power."

He stopped, turned around, and stared intently into Qian San's eyes, as if trying to see through his disguise: "So, the only explanation is—you have another extremely powerful martial soul. You have twin martial souls, right?"

Qian San's heart sank suddenly.

Last night, under the dim light of the oil lamp, my father's stern voice echoed in my mind once again: "Never reveal your Angelic Martial Soul."

A perfectly timed look of bewilderment and surprise appeared on Qian San's face. He scratched his head, blinked his clear eyes, and asked, "Teacher, what is a twin martial soul? I only have this one spider. Does everyone have to have two martial souls?"

Ning Dagang was stunned.

He stared intently at Qian San's expression, trying to find a flaw. But how could a six-year-old village child with such clear eyes possess such deep cunning? Could his theory really be wrong? But this child clearly only has Blue Silver Spiders... Could it be that the Blue Silver Spiders have undergone some rare latent mutation?

Ning Dagang was also uncertain, but regardless of whether it was a twin martial soul or not, the innate full soul power aptitude was real, and he desperately needed a genius to prove his theory.

"Ahem..." Ning Dagang coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, then put his hands behind his back again, adopting a mysterious and inscrutable posture.

"Never mind if you don't have it. However, with your innate full soul power, your future is limitless if you have my guidance. Would you... be willing to become my disciple?"

According to Ning Dagang's plan, the child should have been so excited at this moment that he would have immediately bowed down in gratitude.

Qian San did hesitate for a moment. As a newcomer, he really needed a knowledgeable guide to help him understand the rules of this world. Although the middle-aged man in front of him looked a bit strange, he seemed to know quite a lot.

However, it's acceptable to become an apprentice, but it's absolutely unacceptable to acknowledge someone as your father.

He hadn't forgotten his father's warning from last night: "If anyone dares to take advantage of you and make you call him godfather, I'll break his legs."

So Qian San simply stood up straight, bowed slightly, and said in a calm and polite tone, "Hello, teacher."

……

Ning Dagang's lips twitched slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed. The ceremony for accepting a disciple was far too perfunctory, but at least he had accepted the person. He nodded, "Okay, come with me to the academic affairs office."

Along the way, many teachers and students who passed by saw Ning Dagang with a freshman and pointed and whispered behind his back. Gossip about him being a useless master and a freeloader would occasionally drift into Qian San's ears.

Qian San remained calm, pretending not to hear. He didn't need a war god as a master; he only needed a tool. His true confidence came from his unassuming father, who was currently planning his first spirit ring.

……

After completing the formalities and receiving his school uniform, Qian San arrived alone at the entrance of Dormitory 7.

Pushing open the door, the dormitory was noisy, with a dozen or so boys of similar age playing around. Seeing a newcomer enter, a burly boy, who looked a size larger than his peers, strode over. His name was Wang Duo.

"New here? Don't you know the rules?" Wang Duo raised his chin, cracking his knuckles as he clenched his fists. "I'm Wang Duo, the boss of Dormitory Seven. Our rule here is, whoever has the strongest fist is the boss. Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Duo charged forward like a calf, his fist, the size of a sandbag, aimed straight at Qian San's face.