Old Jack hastily smiled and said: "This little brother, we are from Shenghun Village. This child is our village's work-study student sent this year. What procedures do we need to go through?"

  The gatekeeper furrowed his brow, saying with a somewhat gloomy and strange tone: "Can a thatched cottage produce a golden phoenix? Can a small village have someone with soul power? The Academy hasn't had any working students for many years. You guys aren't fakes, are you?"

  Old Jack's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, but he still held back his temper and handed over the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the executive of the Wu Soul Hall last time, to the doorman.

  The gatekeeper took the proof, looked it up and down, "Martial soul Blue Silver Grass? And also Innate Full Soul Power? Ridiculous, this is truly the biggest joke in the world. I've been a gatekeeper at the Academy for four years, but I've never heard of an innate full soul power student. This kid's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and it can be full soul power? I think this proof from the Martial Soul Temple must be forged by you."

  "You..." Jack's patience was wearing thin, "You're doing this on purpose. Fine, wait for it, I'll go find the Soul Master Hall's steward. Little Three, let's go." With that, Jack led Tang San and turned to head into the city.

  The proof of the Wu Soul Division cannot be fake, and the doorman also knows it. However, people who come to send new students usually mean a little more, especially for ordinary families. The so-called Yan Wang is good to pass, and the little ghost is difficult to entangle, which is this truth.

  Old Jack came from a rural area and although he was a village head, he didn't understand these principles at all.

  The gatekeeper felt a little uneasy in his heart, if the people from Wu Lin Temple really came, it was not something he could handle, of course, he also believed that the people from Wu Lin Temple would never come to the college to interrogate for two country bumpkins.

  With a heart full of grievances, the words that come out of one's mouth can't be pleasant to hear. "Return to Shenghun Village? I think Qigai Village is about the same."

  "What did you say?" Old Jack suddenly turned around, the gatekeeper's words had touched his greatest pride. He was able to fall out with Tang Hu because of this in the past, and now this gatekeeper was an outsider from outside the village, making it even more unbearable for him. He took a few steps back, glaring at the gatekeeper.

  The gatekeeper was startled by the fierce old Jack, and couldn't help but take a step back. However, he quickly came to his senses, scolding himself in his heart, thinking that it's just an old man, what's there to be afraid of?

  "What? Not convinced? I said you're from Beggar Village, is that wrong? Look at this little poor devil, his clothes are all patched up. You'd better go find a place to beg instead. Nording Academy isn't a charity. Scram, scram."

  As he spoke, the gatekeeper raised his left hand and pushed it towards Jack's chest, about to drive the two away.

  Just as Old Jack was about to get angry, suddenly a thin figure appeared between the two of them. He also raised his left arm, and his small hand barely reached the doorkeeper's hand. With his left hand pushing to the right, he instantly pushed the doorkeeper's left hand away. At the same time, the thin figure quickly took a step forward with his right foot, and his foot landed exactly behind the doorkeeper's left foot. His right hand also rose up and together with his left hand, they pressed down on the doorkeeper's hand.

  This palm was originally supposed to be cut at the opponent's left elbow, making it impossible for them to exert force, but the person executing it was a bit too short, so they could only grab the doorman's wrist. His movements were extremely fast, and his body leaned forward simultaneously. As he flung open the doorman's left hand, both hands pushed forward at the same time, just hitting the doorman's abdomen.

  The doorkeeper's left foot had an extra foot behind it, and although that foot was not big, it was enough to complete the effect he should have had. His lower abdomen was subjected to force, his feet were tangled, and with a normal sound, the doorkeeper sat down on the ground.

  "Xiao San, you..." Jack stared at the person blocking his way in shock.

  The one who made the move was Tang San. The technique he used wasn't even a Tang Sect ultimate skill, but rather the simplest technique from his original world's martial arts - Pushing Window to Gaze at the Moon. Of course, when executed with his physique, it naturally had to be modified. Not only could he not chop down on his opponent's armpit, but the hand that was supposed to push against the opponent's chest also ended up pushing against their abdomen. The result was still the same, however.

  Tang San may not be big in stature, but his strength is absolutely not small. The several months of hammering were not in vain, and even without using the Xuan Tian Gong, he was able to knock down the gatekeeper with one blow.

  "You stinky little brat, you're looking for death." Having been pushed to the ground by a child, the gatekeeper was furious and quickly scrambled to his feet, charging towards Tang San.

  "Alright, stop." Just then, a somewhat hoarse voice rang out, halting the gatekeeper's actions.

  The doorman was taken aback for a moment, and then his face full of anger suddenly turned into a flattering smile. The change was so fast that it was hard to imagine. He nodded and bowed to the person who came: "Master, you're back."

  Tang San turned his head to look, and in the meantime, a man of medium build, slightly thin, had already appeared beside them. He looked like he was around 40 or 50 years old, with short black hair parted three to seven, an ordinary face, his hands behind his back, but there was something special about him, his eyes opening and closing with a hint of laziness and decadence.

  "The master" just glanced at the gatekeeper and ignored him, turning to Old Jack: "Sir, can you show me the proof of Wu Xiang Temple?"

  Old Jack was the village head after all, and he still knew how to observe expressions. From the gatekeeper's expression, it could be seen that this middle-aged man had a high status in the college, not to mention the title of master. He hastily handed over the proof in his hand.

  The master glanced at the certificate, then shifted his gaze to Tang San's body, sizing him up from head to toe. For some reason, although the master's eyes were not sharp, Tang San felt like he was being seen through completely.

  "It's true, sir, I apologize on behalf of the school for what happened earlier. Let me take care of this child."