Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 8 Is he worthy of being my disciple?

Upon hearing this, the master's face darkened slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he stared straight at Su Yuntao, his voice low but powerful:
"Su Yuntao, what do you, a mere spirit steward, know? Spirit power level is merely a veneer of cultivation. A truly powerful being is not determined solely by level. There are some things you don't understand, and you won't understand. As the saying goes, there are no useless spirits, only useless spirit masters."

"Yes, I don't understand. Master, you do understand." Shaking his head in silence, Su Yuntao spread his hands and continued, "There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters. So what's the point of you never being able to break through to level 30 in your lifetime?"

Upon hearing this, the master's face darkened, his eyes swept over everyone present, and his voice became louder and louder:
"Do you think I care about this mere subsidy? I've delved into the theory of martial spirits for decades and have seen countless spirit masters blindly pursue levels, neglecting the essence of their spirits and their own compatibility. So what if I'm level 30? This doesn't mean my understanding of the spirit master's way is shallower than yours. I explore the mysteries of the martial spirit, how to enable a spirit master to unleash power beyond their level."

"Take this kid for example." The master turned to look at Huo Yuhao, his gaze suddenly sharp, his voice rising a few notches. "I was outside just now and heard everything. This kid said he couldn't concentrate his soul power within his body. In my opinion, it's obvious that you guys don't understand the theory of martial spirits and don't know how to teach him to practice."

"I've studied spirit theory for years and am familiar with the characteristics of various spirits. I know how to teach students according to their aptitude. If I were to teach him, would he still have achieved no progress in spirit power in three months?"

The master was full of confidence, and his words revealed his absolute trust in his own martial soul theory. He put his hands behind his back, looking like a hermit.

After hearing what the master said, Su Yuntao's face was filled with more sarcasm. He couldn't help but sneer, folded his hands over his chest, took two steps forward, glanced at the master and said:

"Master, since you are so confident in your martial spirit theory, we are planning to send this child to Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy. Why don't you teach him how to cultivate his martial spirit? Let's see how much his spirit power can be improved in three months. Don't let it go to waste and make a fool of yourself."

Su Yuntao's tone was full of provocation, and every word seemed to be deliberately provoking the master, making his face red and he felt a little at a loss.

However, a hint of excitement still flashed in the master's eyes at this moment. He looked at Huo Yuhao with a hint of anticipation and asked gently, "Kid, what is your martial soul, and what is the level of your innate soul power?"

"My martial soul is my eyes, and my innate soul power is only level one." Huo Yuhao was a little nervous, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice.

"Eyes? Only level one innate spirit power?" Upon hearing this, the Grandmaster's expectant expression froze instantly. A look of extreme disdain appeared on his face. He looked Huo Yuhao up and down, his eyes filled with disdain. He shouted, "You, with a useless martial soul and only level one innate spirit power, are you worthy of being my disciple, Yu Xiaogang? I thought you were some gifted young talent, but you're just so mediocre."

The master's attitude took a 180-degree turn. His previous confidence and expectations vanished in an instant, and his hypocritical appearance was fully revealed.

Seeing that the Master despised Huo Yuhao so much, Su Yuntao's anger intensified. He felt that the Master's previous boasting was simply ridiculous, so he increased his firepower again, with undisguised contempt on his face, pointing at the Master's nose and saying:
"Do you really take yourself seriously? You've been at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy for almost twenty years, and what's the result? You haven't taught a single student, yet you're still hanging around under the title of a master, eating and drinking for free in the academy every day. You're a complete charlatan! Your so-called martial soul theories are a bunch of shit, completely useless! Otherwise, why wouldn't even a single student want to learn from you?"

"You... say that again?!" When the master heard his martial soul theory being insulted, his face suddenly turned pale and blue, veins popped out on his forehead, and he was panting like a cow. He glared at Su Yuntao, his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

His entire body was trembling with anger, his soul power surging, and he was on the verge of charging at Su Yuntao. Just as the two men were on the verge of a fight, Mashunuo rushed forward, stretched out his hands, and forcefully separated the two, his face filled with anxiety and helplessness: "Stop arguing! What are you doing!"

"Master, I'm really sorry. Yuntao was too harsh in his words. Please don't take it to heart." Mashunuo first turned his head to look at the master, bowed slightly, and said sincerely.

Then he looked at Su Yuntao with a reproachful look in his eyes: "Yuntao, you should also stop talking. How can you talk to the master like this?"

After saying this, Ma Xiunuo looked at the master again and said in a gentle tone, "Master, calm down first and go to the Spirit Hall's warehouse and wait. I will come over to distribute your Spirit Master subsidy. Everyone, please calm down about what happened today."

Hearing this, the master swung his sleeves violently, still glaring at Su Yuntao angrily. However, under Ma Xiunuo's persuasion, he suppressed his anger, swung his sleeves, and turned to walk towards the warehouse. After all, if he continued like this, if the people of the Spirit Hall did not give him the Spirit Master subsidy, he might not even have enough to eat.

After the master's figure disappeared at the door, Su Yuntao looked at Ma Xiunuo with a puzzled look, put his hands on his hips, and asked:

"Master Mashouno, why did you stop me just now? I've long disliked this guy. He's old, but he eats and drinks for free every day, and he calls himself a master. He looks down on everyone all day long. What else can he do besides pretending?"

"Yuntao, you're still too young and impetuous." Ma Xiunuo sighed helplessly, a hint of worry in his eyes. He patted Su Yuntao on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I've been in the Spirit Hall for decades. I heard before that the master came from a big family. I'm not sure which one, but it's best not to offend people with such backgrounds easily."

After hearing this, Su Yuntao was still not convinced, but he didn't say anything and just snorted coldly.

Ma Xiunuo continued, "Yuntao, don't overthink it. Find some time to take Huo Yuhao to Notting College to register. This child's matter is the most urgent matter. I'll go distribute the subsidy to the master first and appease him to prevent any further trouble."

After saying that, he left the room and walked towards the Spirit Hall's warehouse.

Su Yuntao nodded reluctantly and turned to look at Huo Yuhao. The anger on his face immediately dissipated a lot. He then gently patted the latter's shoulder and said, "Xiao Huo, I have a mission today. I have to go to the Holy Soul Village outside the city to awaken the martial spirits of the children. When I come back, I will take you to register for the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy."

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