Douro Continent

Chapter 19 Tang San's First Hidden Weapon in Another World (Part 5)

Old Jack quickly smiled apologetically, "Young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. This child is a work-study student our village sent this year. What procedures do we need to complete?"

The gatekeeper frowned, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Can a golden phoenix emerge from a straw hut? How can someone from a small village possess soul power? The academy hasn't had any work-study students for many years. You're not imposters, are you?"

A flash of anger crossed Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Spirit Hall, and handed it to the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper took the certificate, looked it over, and said, "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? And innate full soul power? How ridiculous! This is utterly absurd. I've been a gatekeeper at the academy for four years, and I've never heard of a student with innate full soul power. This kid's Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, how could he have full soul power? I think this certificate from the Spirit Hall must be a forgery."

"You..." Even with Jack's good temper, he was starting to lose his temper. "You're deliberately making things difficult for me. Fine, you wait here, I'll go find the deacon of the Spirit Hall. Little San, let's go." With that, Jack turned and walked into the city with Tang San.

The certificate from the Martial Soul Branch Hall couldn't possibly be fake, and the gatekeeper knew that too. However, people who came to send off new students usually gave some kind of gift, especially those from ordinary families. The saying "It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than his underlings" perfectly illustrates this point.

Old Jack came from the countryside, and although he was a village chief, he didn't understand these intricacies at all.

The gatekeeper felt somewhat uneasy. If the people from the Spirit Hall really came, it would be beyond his ability to handle. Of course, he also believed that the people from the Spirit Hall would never come to the academy to question these two country bumpkins.

Feeling frustrated, his words were naturally unpleasant: "Sacred Soul Village? I think it's more like a beggar's village."

"What did you say?" Old Jack whirled around. The doorman's words had touched upon his greatest pride. He had turned against Tang Hao over this before, and now this doorman, an outsider, was even more intolerable. He strode back and glared at the doorman.

The doorman was startled by the aggressive old Jack and couldn't help but take a step back. However, he quickly recovered and cursed himself inwardly, thinking, "He's just an old man, what's so scary about him?"

"What? You're not convinced? I said you came from a beggar's village, is that wrong? Look at this poor kid, his clothes are all patched up. I think you should go find somewhere to beg. Notting Academy is not a charity. Get out of here, get out of here."

As he spoke, the doorman raised his left hand and pushed Jack's chest, trying to shoo the two away.

Just as Old Jack was consumed by rage, suddenly, a thin figure appeared between the two. He also raised his left arm, his delicate little hand barely reaching the doorman's hand. He pushed the doorman's left hand away with his left hand, and at the same time, the thin figure quickly stepped forward with his right foot, his foot landing right behind the doorman's left foot. At the same time, he raised his right hand and together with his left hand, grabbed the doorman's hand and pulled it downwards.

The palm strike was originally intended to cut into the crook of the opponent's left arm, rendering him unable to exert force. However, the person executing the strike was rather short, so he could only grab the gatekeeper's wrist. His movements were extremely fast; he leaned forward simultaneously, pushing forward with both hands as he shook off the gatekeeper's left hand. The blow landed squarely on the gatekeeper's lower abdomen.

The doorman had an extra foot behind his left foot. Although the foot wasn't big, it was enough to achieve his intended effect. With the force on his lower abdomen and the tripping underfoot, there was a loud thud, and the doorman had already fallen to the ground.

"Mistress, you..." Jack stared in disbelief at the person blocking his way.

It was Tang San who made the move. The technique he used wasn't even a secret Tang Sect skill; it was simply the simplest move from his original world: "Pushing the Window to Gaze at the Moon." Of course, given his physique, it was distorted when executed. Not only did he fail to cut his opponent's arm, but the hand that should have been aimed at the opponent's chest ended up on their lower abdomen. Naturally, the result was the same.

Although Tang and his two companions were not large, their strength was considerable. Their hammer-wielding skills over the past few months hadn't been for nothing; even without using the Mysterious Heaven Skill, they still managed to knock down the gatekeeper in one fell swoop.

"You brat, you're asking for it!" Being pushed down by a child was incredibly humiliating. Enraged, the gatekeeper scrambled to his feet and charged at Tang San.

"Alright, stop now." Just then, a somewhat hoarse voice rang out, stopping the doorman's actions.

The doorman was stunned for a moment, then his angry expression instantly turned into fawning, a change so swift it was unbelievable. He bowed and scraped to the newcomer, saying, "Master, you're back."

Tang San turned his head and saw a man of medium build, slightly thin, who had somehow appeared beside them. He looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair parted in a 3/7 ratio. His appearance was quite ordinary, and although he had his hands behind his back, he possessed a unique aura. His eyes held a hint of laziness and decadence as they opened and closed.

The "master" merely glanced at the gatekeeper, ignoring him, and said to Old Jack, "Sir, could you please show me the Spirit Hall's certificate?"

Old Jack, being a former village chief, was adept at reading people. He could tell from the gatekeeper's expression that the middle-aged man before him held a high position in the academy, not to mention the title of "Master." He quickly handed over the certificate in his hand.

The master looked at the certificate, then shifted his gaze to Tang San, scrutinizing him from head to toe. For some reason, although the master's gaze wasn't sharp, Tang San felt as if he could see right through him.

"The proof is true, sir. On behalf of the academy, I apologize for what happened earlier. Please take care of this child."

(End of this chapter)