Chapter 38 Jiang Che Unleashes His Martial Soul, Holy Spirit Puni!
A Slap in the Face to Yu Xiaogang!
As soon as Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing spoke, everyone present fell silent again, their expressions tense as they looked at Jiang Che.
As the top of the Heavenly Ranking, the Holy Court had long been a sacred place that many Soul Masters yearned for.
Who wouldn't want to become the Holy Lord's disciple?
But the key point is, why would the Holy Lord give you a second glance, why would he accept you as a disciple?
They weren't the only ones who could break through to the second ring at the age of twelve.
Jiang Che frowned slightly, silently observing the two women.
The next moment, the system's notification sounded in his mind:
[Ding! A disciple who meets the host's conditions for accepting disciples has been detected]
[Name: Ning Rongrong]
[Martial Soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda]
[Soul Power Level: 26]
[Talent Score: 88 points]
[Name: Zhu Zhuqing]
[Martial Soul: Netherworld Cat]
[Soul Power Level: 27]
[Talent Score: 79 points]
Hearing the system's notification, Jiang Che pondered for a moment.
Both the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the Netherworld Spirit Cat are top-tier martial souls on the continent, but Ning Rongrong's talent score is higher.
No wonder she received the top-tier red Seven Trials when she went to Seagod Island.
Now, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well is also the territory of the Holy Court, and it happens to contain medicinal herbs suitable for their martial soul enhancement. Perhaps after taking them as disciples, he can help them improve their cultivation, and his own cultivation can also be improved.
"Good talent, you can even be considered geniuses," Jiang Che said in a neutral tone, giving a fair evaluation.
As the Lord of the Holy Court, he has many people who want to become his disciples, so naturally he has to be strict.
Hearing this, the two women raised their heads together, their eyes full of expectation as they looked at Jiang Che.
Then, Jiang Che continued, "But what my Holy Court lacks least is geniuses. There are many talented people, so why should I specifically take you two as disciples?"
Jiang Che had long memorized the questions asked by masters when accepting disciples in fantasy novels.
If these two could offer some heartfelt words, something that wouldn't betray their sect, they could be offered a position.
Both were stunned, speechless.
Zhu Zhuqing, never one for words, thought carefully; with so many talented young soul masters in the world, she seemed to have no real advantage.
Ning Rongrong was also speechless.
As the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she had heard countless flattering words from aspiring soul masters.
How could the Lord of the Holy Court accept such praise?
After a long while, neither replied, and the atmosphere became strange.
Just as Jiang Che was getting anxious, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Does the Holy Lord think these two are too outstanding, and you fear that accepting them rashly might ruin a gem?"
Hearing these words, all the powerful figures held their breath, not daring to breathe loudly.
To speak of questioning the Holy Lord in front of him—they couldn't imagine who on the continent had such audacity!
Even Jiang Che became interested.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man who looked to be around 40-50 years old, with short black hair and a slender build, walking out from the crowd.
He had a large mouth and thick lips, and his facial muscles were slightly stiff. His eyes were full of decadence and laziness.
The newcomer was none other than Yu Xiaogang!
"Is he out of his mind? The Haotian Sect just collapsed, and someone still dares to jump out and court death?"
"This person's soul power fluctuations are so weak, yet he dares to speak disrespectfully to the Holy Lord?"
"Where did this clown come from? He dares to discuss the Holy Lord?"
"..."
"This guy looks familiar, is he a master?!"
"That's right, supposedly the number one theoretical master in our Soul World!"
"He hasn't even trained a single strong person, and he dares to call himself a master?"
"He doesn't really think he's something special..."
Besides some doubts, some people recognized Yu Xiaogang's identity.
When Yu Yuanzhen saw the figure clearly, his eyes changed instantly, his fists clenched involuntarily, and he stared angrily at Yu Xiaogang.
At the same time, he thought to himself, "You unfilial son, why do you insist on proving your worth to the world? You promote the so-called martial soul competitiveness, harming people, and you even went so far as to seek out the Holy Lord?!"
Yu Yuanzhen secretly vowed that if Yu Xiaogang had dared to say he came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan today, he would definitely uphold justice and personally kill him!
Seeing everyone's reaction, Jiang Che quickly guessed the identity of the newcomer.
It was actually Yu Xiaogang?
Just when you're sleepy, someone brings you a pillow.
Jiang Che's lips curled into a faint smile, then he said loudly, "Who are you to dare offend me? Aren't you afraid of death?"
Yu Xiaogang, who stepped out from the crowd, instantly became the center of attention.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, still kneeling on the ground, also turned their gazes towards him, looking at him with suspicion.
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent, and calmly said, "I am Yu Xiaogang, merely a teacher from a small academy."
A faint cold light flashed in Jiang Che's eyes as he smiled and said, "Oh, then what brings a teacher from a small academy like you to my Holy Court?"
The Haotian Sect had just been destroyed, and Yu Xiaogang had come knocking on his door; he had guessed what was going on.
However, being able to take on a disciple on this occasion and also have the Holy Manifesto humiliate Yu Xiaogang in front of everyone was still quite a satisfying thing.
Yu Xiaogang glanced at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing before turning to Jiang Che, saying, "Although I'm just a teacher at a small academy, I'm hailed by countless fellow Soul Masters as the number one theoretical master in the Soul World!"
"These two women were also disciples of my academy not long ago. Because they disagreed with my theories, they left the sect. Does Your Majesty think they can accept your theories?"
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's expressions turned somewhat unpleasant. Just as they were about to explain, Jiang Che leisurely spoke, "With your level 29 Soul Power, what profound theories could you possibly have?"
"This is the world of Soul Masters. Only the level of your Soul Power can truly represent the breadth of your vision!"
Yu Xiaogang smiled and said, "Coincidentally, the 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls' is a theory I proposed."
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, exclamations of surprise rang out from the crowd.
Most people present had heard of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls to some extent, but had never seen this master in person.
Jiang Che laughed heartily after hearing this, his eyes filled with disdain. He said, "As expected of a level 29 master's theory, it's truly incredibly stupid."
"If they actually believed your theory, these two would be the ones whose potential was truly ruined."
"!?!"
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who had been somewhat anxious, regained their composure at this moment, a hint of surprise appearing in their eyes.
Jiang Che's words were enough to prove their talent and that leaving Shrek Academy was the right decision.
"I wonder what the Holy Lord's intention is?"
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, looking at Jiang Che with a puzzled expression, a sudden tremor rising in his heart.
Jiang Che's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke calmly, "The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls?"
With that, his body gradually rose, his vast and ancient soul power instantly spreading out. Six long tentacles extended from his back, and at the same time, seven sealing stones engraved with different marks surrounded his body. Then, one soul ring after another slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red!
Five black! Four red!
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