Chapter 8: Master Takes a Disciple

The next day, the sun rose slowly.

Inside the dormitory building, a continuous stream of students surged out, heading to the Shi Tang.

Today is the official opening day of the academy, and shortly thereafter the Dean will give a speech on the playground.

At this moment, Xiao Xian had already gotten up.

He stood in a corner of the Back Mountain outside the back gate of Nording Academy.

"Like this, then like that..."

Xiao Xian closed his eyes, his clothing alternately billowing and clinging to his body.

The intermittent wind made the slowly drifting leaves spin endlessly in the air.

After a long while, Xiao Xian opened his eyes, revealing a hint of delight.

He spread his palm, casually gesturing, and the gentle breeze condensed into a line.

Swoosh—!

A small Stone on the ground was instantly sucked upward!

It fell into his palm at extreme speed.

Then.

Swoosh—!

Xiao Xian flicked his arm swiftly, and the Stone in his palm was flung outward at tremendous speed.

It initially flew straight, and just as it was about to hit a sapling, it gave a slight tremor, subtly curving in a tiny arc, striking the trunk of a larger tree behind the sapling.

In an instant, Bang!

Bark shattered and sprayed!

Xiao Xian calmly glanced at the trunk some ten meters away and turned to leave.

But the curve that lingered at the corner of his mouth revealed his current mood.

Walking toward the academy, Xiao Xian reflected on his recent gains.

"Suction Palm has at least increased its power by thirty percent, its directionality is stronger, its range farther, and its force greater."

"My usual practice of flinging Stones has also shown obvious improvement."

"This is only thirty to forty percent of the Xuan Tian Gong First Layer, and merely the results of one or two hours last night..."

Thinking of this, Xiao Xian couldn't help feeling a bit emotional; the world's development of soul power is truly too crude.

Just by superficially obtaining a few hundred million tiny bits of something from Tang San, he achieved such an improvement.

"..."

After returning to Nording Academy and having breakfast in the Master Dormitory, Xiao Xian went to attend the opening ceremony.

In fact, he could have skipped it; after all, with his connection to the Master, being a "Privileged Class" member wouldn't be a problem.

But the Dean of Nording Academy, after all, is the great benefactor who helped him obtain the First Soul Ring.

That bit of face still needs to be given.

Soon, the opening ceremony ended.

On the playground, the students whose gazes were wandering and bored instantly became excited, chattering and scattering in groups of three or five.

Xiao Xian waved a greeting to the Dean from afar.

The other party was a middle‑aged man in a long robe, his chin slightly jutting, but his appearance was rather handsome; he returned Xiao Xian a gentle smile and walked away directly.

There were no classes today.

All time was completely free to arrange.

Tang San, mingling with the crowd of part‑time workers, whispered to ask whether there was a blacksmith shop near the academy.

After all, his father told him to find a blacksmith shop to support himself.

He indeed lacked money.

The blanket was borrowed, and besides that he didn't even have money for meals.

Xiao Xian, from a distance, caught a sentence or two; as he passed by, Wang Sheng and Tang San and others greeted him, and he returned a gentle smile.

Especially gentle.

On Tang San, the scent of Sunlight Spore grew even stronger.

Even without activating, Sunlight Spore can persist for at least three days.

Three days is enough for him to obtain the Xuan Tian Gong First Layer.

However, in the distance, Xiao Chenyu crossed his arms and let out a displeased snort toward this side.

Xiao Xian glanced at him and ignored him.

"..."

He walked all the way back to the Master Dormitory.

In front of the Master lay several stacks of thick books, and on the two large bookshelves by the wall, many books were also haphazardly placed.

But at this moment.

The Master was continuously tidying, all the books being swiftly put back in order, no longer resembling the previous frantic searching for information.

Already during the meal.

The Master had told him that regarding his Second Soul Ring, he already had some ideas, but more data were needed for confirmation, and they would discuss it later.

Xiao Xian had no objection.

As usual, it was a brief theoretical study.

At the same time, Xiao Xian released Xiao Jue early, letting it climb to the roof on its own, holding a soft cushion, finding a quiet spot to bask in the sun and meditate.

After the theoretical study ended, Xiao Xian also began to meditate, without any rest or leisure.

An innate half‑level soul power talent is forever a sword hanging over one's head.

Time always passes quickly.

It's lunchtime again.

Master, as usual, brought lunch back to the dormitory, but on his stiff face, he strangely showed a hint of excitement.

Xiao Xian finished his meditation, opened his eyes, and upon seeing Master's expression, instantly realized something.

Indeed.

Without waiting for him to speak.

Master placed the lunch on the table, his eyes flashing with scorching light, and said proactively: "Xiao Xian, do you know, this year there is a freshman named Tang San, whose martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, yet he has Innate Full Soul Power!"

"You should know, I have investigated six hundred and forty‑seven …"

"And Blue Silver Grass does not undergo mutation; no martial soul can …"

"…"

"Blue Silver Grass is so weak that it cannot yield strong soul power, yet he has Innate Full Soul Power; do you know what that means?"

After a lengthy discourse, Master seemed somewhat excited as he asked Xiao Xian, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

Xiao Xian, of course, knew the flaw in Master's theory, but he had no intention of exposing it.

He merely followed Master's excited expression, and while appearing to think wildly, gradually showed a flash of shocked eyes.

Xiao Xian seemed to mutter unconsciously: "So teacher, you mean… could it be… Tang San… also has a powerful martial soul?! He has Dual‑born Martial Soul?!"

In Master's scorching eyes, a flash of astonishment and surprise instantly appeared.

Then came satisfaction.

An unprecedented satisfaction!

Obviously, his disciple's answer greatly exceeded his expectations!

"Exactly!"

Master instantly affirmed Xiao Xian's bold idea.

"So teacher, what do you think about making Tang San my junior brother?"

"After all, this is a Dual‑born Martial Soul!"

"…"

Watching Master's hurriedly departing figure.

Xiao Xian's expression remained unchanged, but he gently extended his hand; his palm first emitted a trace of Suction, then a Gale surged out.

The room door, after being pulled into place, was rapidly slammed shut by this Gale.

Just as it was about to close.

Xiao Xian pulled his palm back, and the Gale instantly switched to Suction; the door abruptly stopped, then was again pulled open.

"Blowing Fire Palm, it's almost done."

Xiao Xian, expressionless, silently suppressed the somewhat chaotic soul power within his body.

Rapidly switching between Suction Palm and Blowing Fire Palm still poses some difficulty.

He called Xiao Jue over; after they ate the still warm lunch on the table together, Xiao Xian, as usual, closed his eyes to meditate.

Tang San's matter was unexpected, yet also within reason.

After all, the academy now has someone with Innate Full Soul Power, and still Blue Silver Grass; anyone would inevitably discuss it.

Master knew it was only a matter of time.

The only trouble is.

Xuan Tian Gong First Layer.

He hasn't fully mastered it yet.

After Tang San obtained the First Soul Ring, Xuan Tian Gong became the Second Layer.

"I originally planned to wait until Tang San trains tonight, then make a push…"

"The distance… two dormitories, still too far… a bit closer."

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