NOVEL WEB Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Humiliation
Nuoding Academy.
Academic Affairs Office.
"What did you say? A six-year-old Spirit Master?" Grandmaster slammed the table, staring at Director Su in disbelief.
"That's right, I personally tested him yesterday. He's undoubtedly an eleventh-rank Spirit Master." Director Su said with a smile.
Exchanging glances with Tang San, Grandmaster looked completely shocked.
Six years old, rank eleven. Wasn't this clearly another Innate Full Spirit Power genius?
Could this be a gift from the heavens?
Encountering two Innate Full Spirit Power prodigies in such a short time—was this fate's way of compensating me?
Even though my Martial Soul is crippled, and I've suffered humiliation, my future disciples will surely shake the continent!
At this moment, in his heart, Zhao Ming had already become his student.
"Where is he now?" The old, despondent face suddenly lit up, and Grandmaster excitedly asked.
"He's assigned to Dorm Seven, just like Tang San," Director Su replied with a frown.
Hearing this, Grandmaster grabbed Tang San and quickly left.
"Pfft, look how anxious he is! Do you think he wants to take Zhao Ming as his disciple?"
"I'd bet on it."
"Should we stop him? Tang San is one thing, but Zhao Ming is a true genius. We can't let him be ruined by Grandmaster."
"Enough. Grandmaster is the dean's friend. We shouldn't make reckless comments. Though no one has proven his theories correct, no one has proven them wrong either."
"Director, even if he's the dean's friend, he can't just take students from our academy as his disciples. After all, he's not even a teacher here. This is like stealing talent from under our noses."
"That's right! Zhao Ming would be much better off under you, Director."
Director Su frowned.
That's true. Since when could our academy's students be taken in as disciples so easily?
Tang San was fine—after all, he had a trash Martial Soul. But Zhao Ming… even though I don't know what his Martial Soul is, it's clear that he's an absolute genius.
"Forget it. If Zhao Ming himself is willing, there's nothing we can do." Director Su sighed. But deep inside, his dissatisfaction with Grandmaster grew stronger.
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"Teacher, is that person also a Twin Martial Soul user?" Tang San asked, full of curiosity.
"I don't know, but it's very possible. Throughout history, the number of recorded Innate Full Spirit Power geniuses can be counted on one hand."
"Most of them have Twin Martial Souls. If someone only has one Martial Soul, then it must be an exceptionally powerful one," Grandmaster explained as they walked.
They moved quickly, with Grandmaster clearly familiar with the academy, leading Tang San straight to Dorm Seven.
At this moment, Zhao Ming was lying on his bed, his legs resting on the bed frame, looking completely at ease.
He had already figured out everything—Nuoding Academy's enrollment period lasted only three days. If yesterday was the first day, then there were only two days left. If Xiao Wu didn't arrive tomorrow, she would definitely come the day after.
With this in mind, Zhao Ming had made all the necessary preparations in advance.
A brand-new, beautiful bedding set, the only light-purple bed curtain in the dormitory. And just to be safe, he even bought a large bag of carrots.
This was the beauty of knowing the plot in advance!
"Grandmaster?" Just as Zhao Ming was daydreaming about his future with Xiao Wu, a surprised voice came from the dorm.
Grandmaster? What Grandmaster?
Still half-asleep, Zhao Ming had a sudden realization and looked toward the door.
A middle-aged man and a child stood at the entrance.
The man had short hair, an ordinary appearance, and a slightly hunched posture, exuding an aura of decay and laziness.
The child wore simple, even patched-up clothes. He had short black hair and tanned skin.
Grandmaster and Tang San? Zhao Ming's lips curled into a slight smile.
"Hello, I'm Zhao Ming, the dorm leader of Dorm Seven," Zhao Ming greeted as he stepped forward.
"You're Zhao Ming?" Both Grandmaster and Tang San exclaimed in surprise.
"You've heard of me?"
"Director Su just mentioned you to us. Truly, a hero emerges young!" Grandmaster praised.
"Right, I'm Tang San, also from Dorm Seven. This is my teacher—you can call him Grandmaster." Tang San pointed at Grandmaster.
"Grandmaster? The one hailed as the number one Martial Soul theorist in the entire continent?" Zhao Ming feigned astonishment, exaggerating his expression.
"That's just a hollow title," Grandmaster waved his hand, though he couldn't hide the satisfaction in his heart.
In his mind, if Zhao Ming knew of his reputation, then he certainly wouldn't refuse to be his disciple.
"No, no, no! Grandmaster's academic fame spreads far and wide. Even though you're no longer part of the Martial Soul world, your legend still circulates throughout the continent!"
"Good! Well said!" Grandmaster responded loudly, surprised to find such a young admirer in the Martial Soul community.
"Then, are you willing to become my disciple?" The Grandmaster asked excitedly.
"Not! At! All!"
Raising his brow, Zhao Ming slowly uttered three firm words.
"My dear disciple, then we shall… wait, what did you say?" Grandmaster's voice abruptly stopped mid-sentence, his expression contorting as if he were suffering from constipation.
"Pfft!"
Laughter erupted from the dorm members who had been watching.
Frowning, Grandmaster couldn't help but ask, "Why? Don't you want to learn Martial Soul theory from me?"
"It's nothing personal. It's just that my Martial Soul is too weak—I'm afraid I'm not worthy of Grandmaster's teachings."
That's all? Grandmaster breathed a sigh of relief and said indifferently, "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters. Even with a weak Martial Soul, as long as you work hard, you can still achieve greatness."
"Really?"
"Of course," Grandmaster declared righteously.
"Then, why hasn't Grandmaster broken through Spirit Elder yet?"
"Could it be that Grandmaster is the so-called useless Spirit Master? Then forget it—I don't need a failure teaching me," Zhao Ming shrugged.
"You—!"
Grandmaster clutched his chest, his face turning alternately red and pale. He finally understood—Zhao Ming was mocking him. But he had no way to refute it.
"Shut up! You're not allowed to insult my teacher!" Tang San couldn't take it anymore, glaring at Zhao Ming angrily. Any goodwill he had for Zhao Ming was now completely gone.
"Insult? I didn't insult him. He was the one who said there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters. Am I wrong?"
"Boss is right! Grandmaster admitted it himself!"
"Yeah! I heard our class teacher say that Grandmaster's Martial Soul can only fart and is completely useless!"
Not afraid of stirring the pot, the dorm members eagerly chimed in.
At this moment, Zhao Ming's image in their hearts had skyrocketed.
"Pfft!"
Finally, unable to endure the humiliation, Grandmaster spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Zhao Ming looked down at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang without a trace of sympathy.
Yu Xiaogang was nothing but a failure—useless in cultivation and a manipulator of women's feelings.
He approached Bibi Dong, the then Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, just to access their records on Martial Souls. Once he had learned everything, he turned around and trained Tang San to betray the Spirit Hall.
Moreover, Yu Xiaogang's deep research into Martial Souls never recognized Liu Erlong's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline? Who would believe that? Their Martial Soul Fusion skill was only possible due to their blood relation, yet he never noticed? What a joke. He just wanted to be with Liu Erlong and take charge of the Golden Iron Triangle.
Yu Xiaogang thought he could wait for Qian Daoliu to die, or for Bibi Dong to become powerful, so he could return to her side.
A despicable failure like Yu Xiaogang, switching sides for his own benefit—whether Tang San or the Spirit Hall rose to power, he'd always stand on the winning side.
But unlike him, Zhao Ming, though cunning, would never betray those who truly loved him. His schemes were for his enemies alone.