"One more thing, Little San. You should keep some distance from Lu Feng in the future," Yu Xiaogang said lightly, looking at the sunset on the horizon.
"Teacher, why?" Tang San asked, puzzled.
Over the past year or so, he had sparred with Lu Feng and Xiao Wu dozens of times. After each battle, he had gained something, more or less.
Especially from Lu Feng, his unconventional ideas had benefited him greatly.
For example, the last time, he had applied the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method to actual combat, which was something he could completely learn from.
"Little San, do you still remember what I told you about teams?"
Tang San nodded. "Mm, an excellent team is divided into five parts: Food System, Recovery System, Agility System, Strength System, and Attack System. Each has its own role and they complement each other."
"Correct. It seems you have been listening very carefully to what I've taught you!"
Yu Xiaogang said with great solemnity, "Today, I will teach you the second theory of teamwork: Dragons pair with phoenixes, tigers with bears, and rats only belong in holes."
A trace of confusion flashed in Tang San's eyes. "Teacher, what does this sentence mean?"
"Ahem." Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat and continued, "It's simple. Birds of a feather flock together. A genius's teammates can only be other geniuses."
"How much water a wooden barrel can hold often depends on its shortest plank. A soul master team is the same; every part must be impeccable."
"Little San, if you were to team up with a group of mediocre talents or some ordinary soul masters in the future, could you defeat a team composed of those heaven-chosen prodigies?"
After the Grandmaster finished speaking, Tang San did not answer immediately but fell into deep thought.
In his past life at the Tang Sect, the rules were strict and the hierarchy was clear.
Those inner disciples and core disciples would absolutely not befriend outer disciples.
Everything was determined by strength!
The capable rise, the weak fall!
To be honest, Tang San very much agreed with his teacher's words.
But, was Lu Feng really a mediocre talent?
Tang San recalled his previous battles with Lu Feng. His combat experience, strategy, and mentality were all top-notch!
Seemingly sensing Tang San's hesitation, Yu Xiaogang added, "Little San, I'm not asking you to break off your friendship with Lu Feng. Just be ordinary friends from now on; there's no need to take it any further."
"Moreover, with your talent of innate full soul power, your cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds. As for Lu Feng, if you get too close to him, he will inevitably live in your shadow for the rest of his life."
"If Lu Feng only had level two or three innate soul power, it would be fine. But he has level five innate soul power, and is also called a genius by others."
"Little do they know, there is also a gap between geniuses!"
"As long as you two are together, you will always be judged and compared by others. How is this not a form of suffering for him?"
At this point, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but think of his own experience.
Born into the Upper Three Sects, the son of a Titled Douluo, yet he lived his whole life under the strange gazes of others.
Sometimes, Yu Xiaogang would also fantasize about how good it would have been to be born into a commoner's family.
With level 0.5 innate soul power, cultivating for decades, barely breaking through to level ten.
Obtaining a white soul ring.
Being ordinary, sometimes, was also quite good.
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's aged face and suddenly understood his 'good intentions'.
"Teacher, I understand. From now on, I will just treat Lu Feng as an ordinary classmate."
"I am very gratified that you could figure it out on your own. Don't worry, when you graduate, I will introduce you to an intermediate academy. The students there, like you, are all little monsters."
After leaving the Grandmaster's place, Tang San began to deliberately keep his distance from Lu Feng.
"Tang San, care to fight!"
"Lu Feng, I have to go to the blacksmith shop today. I took half a month off before. If I don't go back, my wages might be docked."
"You, a Dou Di of the front lines, do you dare dismount and fight me!"
"Lu Feng, the boss recently took on a new batch of orders. I have to hurry to the blacksmith shop to work overtime."
Lu Feng looked at Tang San's retreating back, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.
No, why are you always so concerned with that damn blacksmith shop?
Bro, you're a Soul Master!
A Soul Master!
This kid, Tang San, his Dao heart couldn't have really been shattered by me, could it?
At this moment, Xiao Wu came bouncing over to Lu Feng and said provocatively, "Little Fengzi, come and practice a few moves with Sister Xiao Wu!"
Lu Feng gave her a disdainful look and said, "Has the injury on your butt healed?"
Hearing this, Xiao Wu immediately acted like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on. "Hmph! I was careless last time and didn't dodge!"
"Tch, little rabbit!"
"Ah~! Stinky Lu Feng, take this!"
One day, Lu Feng was on the bed, spanking Xiao Wu's butt.
The young gatekeeper suddenly came to Dormitory Seven. "Lu Feng, a Lord Soul Master has come to the academy gate. He says he's from the Spirit Hall and has something urgent to discuss with you."
Lu Feng flipped up from the bed and straightened his clothes slightly.
"Little rabbit, make the bed properly. When Brother Feng comes back, I'll continue to favor you!"
"Get lost, get lost, get lost!" Xiao Wu waved her hand in disgust.
After Lu Feng had gone far, Xiao Wu pointed imperiously at a work-study student. "Little Liu, tidy up the bed, or else Sister Xiao Wu will flip your card tonight!"
Little Liu walked to the bed with a look of disgust. He looked at the messy bed and sighed helplessly.
Nuoding City, Spirit Hall.
Lu Feng arrived at the plaza, and the ground was spotless. The fountains, which were usually off, were all turned on.
Walking into the main hall, he saw that it was spotlessly clean. All the staff were wearing their soul master uniforms, and they walked with their heads held high.
"Lu Feng, you're here! The lords are waiting for you in the side hall!" Su Yuntao quickly walked over to Lu Feng, took his hand, and led him inside.
"Remember, when you see the Lord Bishop later, don't be nervous and don't speak out of turn."
Su Yuntao gave Lu Feng a few instructions, then walked to a room and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
A middle-aged man's voice came from inside.
Lu Feng walked into the room and saw that it was a bright office. Matthew Nuo was wearing a neat soul master formal attire, sitting on the right side of the desk. Opposite him was a man who looked to be in his forties or fifties.
The man was wearing a black robe and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His expression was cold and arrogant, and he exuded the aura of a superior.
When Matthew Nuo saw Lu Feng, he quickly stood up to introduce him. "My lord, this is Lu Feng."
Then, Matthew Nuo pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "Lu Feng, this is Lord Keli from the Fasinuo main Spirit Hall. And this one is also a great figure from the main hall."
Lu Feng looked at the young man sitting in the main seat. This person looked quite young, with delicate features and a dignified bearing. His clothes were not luxurious, but his body exuded an inviolable majesty.
As Lu Feng was observing the young man, the young man was also sizing up Lu Feng.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed in the young man's star-like eyes.
In that instant, Lu Feng felt as if he had been seen through completely.
At the same time, several clusters of light dropped from the main seat at the desk:
[Picked up a black skill [Disguise] fragment *1]
[Picked up a black attribute [Holy Attribute] fragment *1]
[Picked up a black attribute [Light Attribute] fragment *1]
[Picked up a red martial soul [Six-Winged Seraph] fragment *1]