Douro Continent

Chapter 22 Master? Teacher? (Part 3)

"The master is indeed 'invincible,' but only in theory. Of course, his theories would have to become reality first. Director, I remember the master had this theory about the ten core competencies of a martial soul. That's absolutely ridiculous."

"Enough. Grandmaster is a friend of the Dean. He shouldn't make unwarranted comments. Although no one has proven his theory to be correct, no one has proven it wrong either. In the world of martial spirits, Grandmaster is a very famous figure."

"That's not right, Director. It should be the infamous clown. Everyone just sees him as a joke."

Hearing the conversation inside, Tang San paused only slightly before continuing to walk out. A faint hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth, not directed at his newly acquainted master, but at the three teachers in the academic affairs office.

Is someone who can tell he has twin martial souls from a simple piece of evidence and conclude that his other martial soul is extremely powerful just a joke?

Theory is invincible? What I need most right now is theory. A master's power cannot be passed on to an apprentice; what is passed on is knowledge. These people don't even understand this point; they're hardly teachers at the academy.

There's only one dormitory building, easy to find, where all the academy's students and teachers live. Just as Old Jack said, very few people can become Soul Masters, especially in a remote city like Notting. The academy doesn't have many students and teachers, so one dormitory building is perfectly adequate.

There are only seven dormitories in total. Because the students at the Junior Soul Master Academy are all quite young, they live in one large dormitory for better management. And each grade at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy has only about forty students.

The three lower floors of the dormitory building house seven large dormitories for students, each with a teacher in charge.

Dormitory 7 is a rather special one among the seven student dormitories, and its conditions are the worst. It's specifically for work-study students. After all, the academy isn't a charity; although the tuition fees for work-study students are reduced, their treatment can't be as good as that of regular students.

Dormitory 7 is also the only dormitory with a mixed age group; regardless of grade, all work-study students live here.

Tang San had just reached the door of the Seventh Dormitory when he heard a commotion coming from inside. The door was open, so he walked to the doorway and looked inside.

This is a spacious room, nearly 300 square meters in size, with a total of 50 beds. However, there are only beds; only 11 of them have bedding. At this moment, seven or eight children aged between eight and twelve are making a ruckus inside.

Tang San knocked on the door, and the children who were talking immediately turned their eyes in his direction. One of the older children looked at Tang San, who was covered in patches, and walked over to him.

This child was almost two heads taller than Tang San, and his build was quite robust for his age. He walked up to Tang San and looked down at him somewhat condescendingly, saying, "The new work-study student?"

Tang San gave a friendly smile. "Hello, I'm a work-study student from Holy Soul Village."

"My name is Wang Sheng, my martial spirit is the War Tiger, and I'm a future War Spirit Master. I'm also the leader here. Kid, what's your name? What's your martial spirit?"

"My name is Tang San, and my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass? When did Blue Silver Grass martial souls become able to be cultivated?" Wang Sheng feigned extreme surprise, and most of the children in the dormitory burst into laughter, looking at Tang San as if he were an idiot.

Tang San, still smiling, said, "Could you please move aside?"

Wang Sheng ignored Tang San's words, "Little Sanzi, I'm the boss here. From now on, you have to listen to me, understand?"

Tang San's smile gradually disappeared. "My name is Tang San, not Xiao Sanzi." He wouldn't mind if his elders affectionately called him Xiao San, or if it was a kind nickname, but this so-called boss in front of him was clearly trying to give him a hard time.

Wang Sheng raised his hand and shoved Tang San on the shoulder, causing him to take a few steps back. "I'll call you Little Sanzi, so what? You don't like it?"

Tang San smiled, gently shook his head, and placed the school uniform in his hand on a bed next to him. Just as Wang Sheng was wondering what he was doing, he suddenly realized that Tang San had disappeared.

The other students clearly saw Tang San take a step with incredible speed, arriving behind Wang Sheng without turning around. He bent his right arm and struck Wang Sheng in the waist with his elbow, while his right foot landed right in front of Wang Sheng's right foot.

Before Wang Sheng could even react, he had already fallen out, staggering and tumbling out of the dormitory door. Fortunately, he had good lower body strength and didn't fall over, otherwise he would have been face-planting.

"You brat, you dare hit me?" Wang Sheng roared in anger, turned around, and pounced on Tang San like a tiger descending a mountain.

Tang San simply hoped to avoid too much trouble in his future academy life, or at least not have his normal life disrupted. Therefore, he firmly believed that this "boss" should be taught a lesson. This was the so-called "killing the chicken to scare the monkey."

Seeing Wang Sheng lunge at him, about to punch him in the chest, Tang San didn't retreat but instead stepped forward to meet Wang Sheng. His step landed precisely in front of Wang Sheng, and simultaneously, he pulled with his left hand and deflected with his right, completing a simple yet effective maneuver.

Wang Sheng felt as if his right fist, which he had thrown, was being pulled by a special force, changing its direction. At the same time, a great force came from Tang San's right hand, and he was tripped by it, sending him flying again. This time, maintaining his balance was not so easy. Tang San's simple movements had already incorporated the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, the Crane Controlling Dragon Capturing Method, using Wang Sheng's own strength in addition to his own. With a thud, Wang Sheng collapsed onto a bed.

(End of this chapter)