Capítulo 6: Chapter 6: Biological Parent?
"Once a day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father."
Tang San said this with determination.
After the "Master" had brainwashed him with a series of convincing words, Tang San was completely enamored. Just based on a piece of proof, he could see that he was a twin martial soul wielder; this person before him could truly be his teacher.
The Master felt a rush of joy and repeatedly exclaimed "Good" three times, his mouth curving into a grin that resembled a blooming flower.
Next, the Master turned his attention to Ye Hao, wondering if he was the second student with innate full soul power.
But when the Master glanced at Ye Hao's spirit master certificate, he was momentarily taken aback.
"Death Spider, innate full soul power? That shouldn't be possible!"
Instantly, a flurry of questions clouded the Master's mind.
The Death Spider was considered one of the top existences among beast martial soul. Even if Ye Hao's martial soul was the Death Spider, the chance of achieving innate full soul power was exceedingly small.
Among the current soul masters, there were only a dozen or so with innate full soul power. Apart from Tang San and Ye Hao, the others had all been studied individually by the Master.
For instance, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul was indeed the top beast martial soul. However, among the descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, none had awakened with innate full soul power; at most, they had innate level eight or level seven soul power.
Ye Hao's Death Spider martial soul suddenly caused the Master to fall into deep contemplation.
Unless he was also...
No, that's impossible. It can't be...
One couldn't die hanging from the same crooked tree. Was today the Master's lucky day, encountering two twin martial soul wielders? It was evident that the Master found this hard to believe.
The Master asked, "Your name is Ye Hao, right? Can I see your martial soul?"
Ye Hao was skeptical. What was this old fox really up to?
With hesitation, Ye Hao cautiously released his Death Spider Emperor martial soul. Suddenly, the temperature around them dropped slightly, and the spectral image of the Death Spider Emperor appeared behind him.
Tang San was momentarily stunned as he gazed at the Death Spider Emperor behind Ye Hao. He could clearly feel the power of the other's martial soul.
Then, Tang San glanced at his left hand, and for a moment, he fell into confusion.
Was his Blue Silver Grass truly a useless martial soul? If so, how could he have innate full soul power? And what was...
The hammer in his left hand?
Tang San's reaction was not the most pronounced; instead, it was the Master, whose mouth was agape as if he could fit an egg in there.
The Master felt inexplicably excited. Looking at the Death Spider Emperor behind Ye Hao, he inadvertently thought of someone—was it her?
Perhaps...
"Death…"
The Death Spider Emperor! This was the Death Spider Emperor martial soul!
Were the people from the Spirit Hall branch in Notting City blind? How could they mistake the Death Spider Emperor martial soul for the Death Spider martial soul?
Now, everything made sense. Ye Hao's martial soul was the Death Spider Emperor, and having innate full soul power was not surprising; it was sheer luck.
Death Spider Emperor, Death Spider Emperor...
The Master couldn't help but recall her. After more than twenty years, could he not forget?
If she knew that this child had the Death Spider Emperor martial soul, she would probably be very pleased, as the types of martial soul on the continent were diverse, yet the same martial soul lineage remained inherited...
Wait!
One lineage inherited!
The Master realized something was wrong and quickly asked, "Ye Hao, who are your parents?"
Ye Hao was confused. Why was the "Master" asking about his parents out of the blue?
However, recalling the relationship between this "Master" and the female Pope, Ye Hao began to connect the dots.
The "Master" was mixing him up with that female Pope.
No wonder! As the saying goes, seeing objects reminds one of people.
Ye Hao retracted the Death Spider Emperor and glanced at the Master, who was filled with eager anticipation for an answer.
Especially after witnessing Ye Hao's Death Spider Emperor martial soul, the Master was left dumbfounded, and even Tang San was startled. This was intriguing.
The Master examined closely—similar, so similar!
Whether it was the martial soul, the aura, or the earlier dialogue, it was strikingly reminiscent of her.
Little did he know that all of this was the work of the "previous" system, simulating the Pope's martial soul. Ye Hao having a hint of the Pope's essence was not surprising.
If one were to compare the Pope and Ye Hao, they were almost cut from the same cloth, making it easy for others to mistake them as "blood-related."
Sometimes, such misunderstandings were beneficial. After all, in a world like this, who could avoid being stabbed in the back? With this layer of identity, it would provide some security.
Perhaps at a crucial moment, Ye Hao could leverage this connection for his own advantage.
Ye Hao feigned mystery, giving the Master plenty to think about.
The Master soon abandoned the ritual for taking Ye Hao as a disciple, becoming dejected and staggering away, lost in thought as if he were a walking corpse.
Tang San was puzzled, "Ye Hao, what did you say to the teacher? Why does he look a bit off?"
"Off? He's completely normal."
This was the real "Yu Xiaogang"; children shouldn't speak carelessly about things they didn't understand.
Ye Hao smiled slightly. "Don't worry, the Master is still the Master. Let's hurry to the dormitory."
Tang San nodded, somewhat understanding...
Regardless of the Master's departure, let him continue to ponder his life. Perhaps the Master was already beginning to suspect whether Ye Hao was a person planted by "her" under his nose, or even her son.
Ye Hao and Tang San headed towards the working student dormitory. It was time to see that rabbit.
The working student dormitory, Building Seven, was the one with the worst conditions, specifically designated for working students.
The spacious area was over three hundred square meters, filled with row after row of bunk beds. In a separate bed sat a little girl in a pink skirt with scorpion-tail braids, looking both adorable and charming, surrounded by a group of "lackeys."
Building Seven had an unspoken rule: strength determined hierarchy. As long as one had enough strength, even if they were young or a girl, becoming the leader was perfectly acceptable.
"Creak—"
The originally bustling Building Seven fell silent instantly, with nearly everyone's gaze fixed on the "unlucky one" about to enter.
Just moments ago, a girl had defeated everyone there, and those who had been beaten down silently prayed that the new leader would go easy on them; after all, they still had to attend class tomorrow...
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