3 Chapter 3: Seeking a Mentor, Subjected to Mockery!_1

The next morning came in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng opened his eyes early.

He was secretly glad that it hadn't rained last night, allowing him to admire a sky full of stars.

Good heavens, this poor kid has lived in such conditions for over two years, it's just too pitiful!

But his current situation wasn't much better.

He had awakened a Scythe as his Martial Soul, and, damn it, only two levels of Soul Power.

How the hell was he supposed to reach the peak of life and marry a rich and beautiful wife with that?

Never mind all that; even scraping by was a problem.

"Hey! System big shot, where are you hiding? Come out already!!"

Ye Feng lay in bed and shouted into the air.

Oh, to be precise, that couldn't be called a bed.

It was just a stone slab at the head and foot, with a thirty-centimeter-wide plank in the middle.

That was what he had to deal with last night.

It was like sleeping on a narrow bridge.

Exciting as hell!

He didn't even dare to turn over.

The System didn't answer him.

To be exact, he didn't even know if he had a System.

In any case, he didn't dare to shout randomly anymore.

If others heard him and took him for a madman, locking him up in the village, he'd really be screwed.

"Is Xiaofeng up yet?"

Just then, a voice came from outside—it was Old Jack.

"Coming!"

Upon hearing Old Jack's voice, Ye Feng immediately did a kip-up from the bed.

"Crack—"

Maybe the movement was too big.

The much-suffered bed board snapped in half.

With a heavy fall, he hit the ground!

The pain was something fierce.

After all, the ground was full of gravel.

When he opened the door that might as well have been non-existent, he saw Old Jack and Tang San.

Tang San's eyes were slightly red.

It seemed like after a long talk last night between father and son, Tang Hao finally let him go.

"We'll leave early in the morning while it's still cool, just get ready and we can go," Old Jack said to Ye Feng.

"No need to pack, let's just go."

Ye Feng washed his face.

And so, the three of them set off.

From sunrise to noon, Tang San and Old Jack talked animatedly all the way, while Ye Feng was like an accessory.

No one paid him any attention, and he couldn't bother to speak up, lest he invited ridicule.

After all, as the old saying goes, a poor man is ignored by the wayside, while a rich man has distant relatives in the mountains; without strength, who would give a damn about you?

He thought about getting closer to Tang San later on and maybe hitching a ride on the Child of Destiny's coattails—if that failed, he'd just follow the Master.

Don't say he lacked backbone. With no System and the extremely poor two levels of Soul Power, doing this was a necessity if he wanted to rise in this world. Otherwise, he couldn't even get near the top-tier people, let alone rub up against any resources.

If he had a System, who the hell would want to apprentice themselves to a Master, or cozy up to a Child of Destiny who looked down on you from the bottom of his heart?

They soon arrived at Notting Academy.

The familiar obstructive gatekeeper, the familiar scene of Old Jack being pushed over, and the familiar silver needle tightly held in Tang San's hand, which seemed ready to pierce the gatekeeper's body if the babbling continued, sending the gatekeeper to his doom.

Only before, he had watched it on a mobile phone.

Now, it felt like he was wearing VR, experiencing it from a first-person perspective.

The Child of Destiny was indeed terrifying; at six years old, he already had the means to kill. At that age, he could only be bullied and lay on a bed like a narrow bridge at night, watching the starry sky alone in the biting wind.

Thinking about it, he could understand why Tang San ignored him.

A god-tier payer starting off with premium gear—how could he possibly notice a scrub newbie without even basic equipment?

Soon, the Master arrived.

He was a man in his forties or fifties, dressed in black clothes, slightly thin and short.

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The other party glanced at the document provided by Martial Soul Hall and then arrogantly stated, "This is the first and last time," before leading them into the Notting Primary Soul Master Academy.

On the spacious campus avenue, Grandmaster led Tang San and Ye Feng as they walked.

Ye Feng noticed that Tang San seemed deep in thought.

"Teacher, thank you."

Suddenly he spoke out.

"Ha, teacher, I'm hardly a teacher."

After hearing Tang San utter those words, Grandmaster chuckled lightly.

"Aren't you a teacher? Then why did you just say you represent the academy?"

Tang San asked somewhat surprised.

"Who said that representing the academy must certainly be a teacher?"

Grandmaster replied with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, I see, then you must be the academy's dean or a leader."

It was the same as before.

Tang San still treated Ye Feng as if he were invisible.

The continuity of the conversation didn't allow him to get a word in edgewise.

And it seemed that Grandmaster was also quite willing to talk with Tang San.

After all, since entering the gate, he hadn't looked at Ye Feng squarely.

Maybe it was because having A Scythe and only two levels of Soul Power was just too disappointing.

"Heh, a not so big child is quite clever, but you're still wrong," Grandmaster stopped, shook his head, and looked towards Tang San.

"Ah? Then who are you?"

Tang San was a bit taken aback.

"I think the teacher must be a guest elder of the academy."

Right at that moment, Ye Feng spoke up from the side.

As someone with prior knowledge of the plot, it was time to assert his presence.

"Hmm hmm, from the Martial Soul Hall's records, your name is Ye Feng, right? To put it nicely, I'm a guest elder at Notting Academy, but I'm actually just someone who loafs around and freeloads off others. Tang San, Ye Feng, both of you are very smart," Grandmaster nodded slightly in acknowledgment, affirming Ye Feng's response.

"A guest elder, huh?"

In fact, Tang San didn't really understand these academy systems.

But previously at Tang Sect, there were some guest elders, and here an academy was also somewhat like a sect, so this person must be a guest elder, right?

"No no no, child, you must remember that in this world, you can't just call anyone 'teacher.' Everyone calls me Grandmaster, and you should, too, unless you truly want me to become your teacher," Grandmaster bent down and looked at Tang San as he spoke.

"Then are you going to teach me Martial Soul cultivation?"

Tang San asked curiously.

"Hmm hmm, if you're willing," Grandmaster nodded.

"Teacher!"

Suddenly, Tang San knelt down and paid his respects to Grandmaster.

"Hahaha, good, you are indeed extremely clever; it seems it's time for me to be committed for once as well. After all, you are the third person on the entire Continent with Twin Martial Souls," Grandmaster stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a very happy demeanor.

"What?!"

However, he failed to notice Tang San's hand trembling slightly, and an additional silver needle appearing in it, as if he was deliberating whether to kill this man!

"Teacher, please take me as your disciple, too!"

Seeing Tang San so directly soliciting Grandmaster to be his teacher, Ye Feng felt the time was ripe and immediately knelt down as well.

Being in the same sect as Tang San, he believed that no matter what, he couldn't fare too poorly in the future.

"You?"

Grandmaster's gaze fell on Ye Feng, seemingly with a different connotation.

"Hmm hmm, Grandmaster, I also wish to study Martial Soul under you, please accept me," Ye Feng nodded earnestly and said.

"Heh, Student Ye Feng, your courage is admirable," Grandmaster laughed meaningfully, not even trying to hide the thick sarcasm in his eyes.

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