Chapter 33: A Trash Spirit Grandmaster Like You Deserves to Be My Teacher?
Chapter 33: A Trash Spirit Grandmaster Like You Deserves to Be My Teacher?
Grandmaster didn’t know that because of his words, Tang San had already imagined Immortal Herbs.
Grandmaster stopped and looked at Tang San with a serious expression.
"But no matter how much Lin Qingmo’s Physique strengthens, it’s only through external forces."
"Without spirit rings, Spirit Abilities, or Spirit Bones, his path as a Spirit Master won’t go far after all."
"As spirit power increases, a Spirit Master needs to absorb more spirit rings and Spirit Bones, and Master stronger Spirit Abilities; this is the true power of a Spirit Master."
"Lin Qingmo has no spirit rings. For now, at this point where the improvement at the one-ring level isn’t obvious, he might have an advantage due to his physical fitness."
"But once you, Little San, absorb your second and third spirit rings, he will definitely be no match for you."
Yu Xiaogang walked up to Tang San and placed his hands on his shoulders.
"Little San, you have Innate Full Spirit Power and twin spirits."
"With my guidance as well, your talent and future will far surpass Lin Qingmo’s."
His tone was full of encouragement, like lighting a lamp.
"This failure is only because his physical fitness is temporarily stronger than yours."
"But this gap can be bridged. As long as you Cultivate hard and increase your spirit power."
"Master your Spirit Abilities, and in the future, you will surely surpass him!"
Hearing these words, Tang San’s eyes lit up again.
The disappointment on his face gradually faded, replaced by determination.
That’s right, he had Innate Full Spirit Power and twin spirits.
With Master’s careful guidance, his future was bright.
What about Lin Qingmo? He was just a Waste Martial Soul with rank four Innate Spirit Power.
So what if his physical fitness was strong now?
Douluo Continent is ultimately a World of Spirits!
Without a powerful Spirit and spirit rings, it’s just a flash in the pan after all.
As long as he Cultivated hard, he would surpass Lin Qingmo sooner or later!
"Grandmaster, I understand!"
Tang San clenched his fists, the flames of fighting Spirit burning in his eyes.
"I will Cultivate hard and improve my strength as soon as possible!"
"One day, I will defeat him fair and square!"
The young man’s voice was powerful and resonant, echoing in the room.
Seeing Tang San regain his confidence, Yu Xiaogang nodded with satisfaction.
"That’s the Spirit! It’s inevitable to encounter setbacks on the path of Cultivation."
"The important thing is not to give up and to learn lessons from failure."
He walked to the medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of healing medicine.
"Go back and recover for now. Once your injuries are healed..."
He turned and handed the medicine bottle to Tang San, his eyes serious.
"I will create an even stricter Cultivation plan for you."
"Strive to BreakthroughRank 20 soon and absorb your second spirit ring!"
"Thank you, Grandmaster!"
Tang San took the medicine bottle and bowed deeply.
Although his face still hurt, his heart was filled with warmth.
His teacher’s trust and encouragement were more effective than any medicine.
He turned and left the office, his steps steady and firm.
His footsteps echoed in the hallway, gradually fading away.
In the office, Yu Xiaogang sat back in his chair.
He picked up Lin Qingmo’s information and read it carefully once more.
The light from the soul tool lamp shone on the paper, the handwriting clear.
"He didn’t use a Spirit or spirit rings, relying solely on physical fitness..."
Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his brow furrowing slightly.
"This Lin Qingmo is actually quite interesting."
He put down the information and looked at the starry sky outside the window.
The night breeze stirred the curtains, bringing the fragrance of plants.
"It’s a pity he has a Waste Martial Soul, and his Innate Spirit Power is too low."
He sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of regret.
But a moment later, he still made a decision.
"I’ll go see him tomorrow."
"Perhaps I can figure out the reason for his powerful physical fitness."
"If it can help with Tang San’s Cultivation..."
He stood up and blew out the soul tool lamp.
The office fell into darkness, with only starlight seeping through the window.
Yu Xiaogang’s figure merged into the night, like a pondering statue... The forest path of Nuoding Academy was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Lin Qingmo hummed a song, walking leisurely through the mottled shadows of the trees.
A breeze blew past, and the Blue Silver Grass by the roadside swayed gently.
Suddenly, a figure blocked his path.
The person had a scruffy beard, a pale face, and a weak look in his eyes.
He stood with his hands behind his back, trying to straighten his slightly hunched back.
"Are you the boy who defeated Little San, Lin Qingmo?"
Yu Xiaogang’s voice was intentionally low and deep,
His scrutinizing gaze swept over Lin Qingmo, attempting to see through the boy’s secrets.
Lin Qingmo stopped and tilted his head.
The setting sun stretched his shadow long, a playful smile on his face.
"You mean the Little Scoundrel?"
He picked his ear, his movement as dismissive as if he were shooing away a fly.
"He’s so weak; isn’t knocking him down with a few punches easy?"
Yu Xiaogang’s brows instantly knitted into a knot.
Having his Disciple belittled like this made his expression extremely ugly.
But the unabashed confidence in Lin Qingmo... it was a kind of assurance that came from his very bones.
This made him vaguely feel that the boy might truly have something to rely on.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger.
"It’s good for a young man to have pride, but do not be conceited."
Yu Xiaogang softened his tone, adopting the posture of an elder.
"I see you have good talent. Why don’t you take me as your Master?"
He slightly raised his chin, trying to maintain his dignity.
"I will make you understand what the true way of a Spirit Master is."
In his heart, he was calculating: first win this kid over, then slowly investigate his secrets.
Lin Qingmo blinked, feigning confusion.
"Who are you?"
He had his hands in his pockets, his posture as lazy as a cat basking in the sun.
Yu Xiaogang puffed out his chest, his voice a bit louder.
"I am the one known as ’Grandmaster,’ the number one figure in the Spirit Master’s world of theory!"
He spoke with clear articulation, as if announcing something extraordinary.
"Grandmaster?"
Lin Qingmo looked him up and down, from his messy hair to his old robes.
Then he chuckled, his laughter particularly crisp in the twilight.
"Heh, then what rank is your spirit power?"
The light question fell like a feather.
Yet it made Yu Xiaogang freeze instantly.
"..."
He opened his mouth, his throat feeling as if it were blocked.
He stammered for a long time, his old face turning slightly red.
"Ra... Rank 29..."
His voice grew smaller and smaller, finally becoming almost inaudible.
"Pfft—"
Lin Qingmo doubled over with laughter, tears almost coming to his eyes.
He leaned against a tree trunk by the road, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"You’re decades old and only a Rank 29Spirit Grandmaster?"
He wiped the corners of his eyes, his tone full of disbelief.
"This is worthy of being called a Grandmaster? You even want to be my teacher?"
As he spoke, he patted his chest and flashed a bright smile.
"My teacher is a Titled Douluo level existence!"
He intentionally drew out his words, emphasizing every syllable.
"I look down on trash like you."
After saying that, he turned around gracefully and continued humming his song as he walked away.
The setting sun dragged his shadow long, exuding an air of unruliness.
He didn’t care at all about Yu Xiaogang’s livid face behind him.
That word "trash" was like a knife, stabbing deep into Yu Xiaogang’s heart.
He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
Anger rushed to his head, burning so hot he trembled all over.
But that phrase "Titled DouluoMaster" made him hesitate.
If it were true... he couldn’t afford to offend him at all.
He was unsure of the truth of this matter.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, he could only pretend to be calm and cold-snort at the receding back.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"
His voice was loud, but it betrayed his lack of confidence.
After putting on an act, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
His steps were somewhat frantic, nearly tripping over a stone by the road.
But he kept all that anger bottled up inside.
It made his chest feel tight, and his breathing became heavy.
(End of Chapter)
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