White Tiger, Possession

"Village Chief, go take a look. He's here again." Ning Chen came to Ning Qiu's side and reported to him.

"Who?" Ning Qiu asked.

"That lad. He's kneeling at the entrance to our village again," Ning Chen replied.

"Didn't I tell you to set the dogs on him and drive him away?" Ning Qiu asked reproachfully.

"I did let the dogs loose. But this time, he came prepared." Ning Chen's expression was strange.

"Came prepared?" Ning Qiu's expression sharpened.

"Yes, you should go see for yourself." Ning Chen nodded.

By the time Ning Qiu, Xiao Wu, and Ning Chen reached the village entrance, Ning Qiu was completely stunned. The Gatekeeper Lad from Notting Academy was kneeling at the entrance yet again. A big yellow dog was barking furiously at him, but the Gatekeeper Lad was utterly fearless. This time, he had even brought a cage.

That was right—a wooden cage had been put together, enclosing his entire body inside.

"Uh!"

Ning Qiu was genuinely dumbfounded.

"If you don't agree, I'll stay kneeling forever. Don't think you can scare me off." The Gatekeeper Lad's gaze was incomparably resolute.

Ning Qiu laughed.

Seeing Ning Qiu laugh, Xiao Wu laughed as well.

"Ning Chen, take the dog away. What's your name?" Ning Qiu asked.

"Wu Ji," the Gatekeeper Lad replied.

"Wu Ji. What is your martial soul?" Ning Qiu continued asking.

"A brick," Wu Ji answered.

"A brick?" Ning Qiu raised his brows slightly. There was actually someone with such a martial soul.

"My father is a mason and often helps people build houses. Almost everyone in my family has this martial soul," Wu Ji replied.

"As the village chief of Holy Soul Village, I welcome you to join Holy Soul Village on its behalf," Ning Qiu said solemnly.

"You agree?" Wu Ji's face lit up with joy.

Ning Qiu nodded.

Following Wu Ji's oath, Ning Qiu's village gained another resident. Its population had now reached 1,004.

"This is your Crystal Identity Certificate. Keep it safe." Ning Qiu handed a crystal identity card to Wu Ji.

"Village Chief, hurry and take a look! Gou Dan has been beaten up." At that moment, a villager came panting to Ning Qiu's side.

"More hooligans causing trouble for our village?" Ning Qiu frowned.

"This time, he doesn't seem to be a hooligan. Village Chief, you should come take a look first!" the villager cried.

Following the villager, Ning Qiu arrived at a small road not far outside the village.

"You're not my opponent. Do you still want to fight? If you anger me, I don't mind killing you!"

Before Ning Qiu even reached the scene, he heard a voice ahead filled with killing intent.

"Apologize to my father and compensate us for all our losses. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving here today."

Gou Dan's voice carried over.

"What happened?" Ning Qiu asked.

"Village Chief!"

"Village Chief!"

When Gou Dan's father, Skinny Monkey, and Gou Dan saw Ning Qiu arrive, their eyes immediately lit up. Gou Dan walked to Ning Qiu's side and said, "My father and I were driving a cart into the city to sell our village's vegetables. Then this person suddenly sprang out of the bushes by the road. Not only did he overturn our cart, but he refused to compensate our village for the losses and even attacked me."

"Is that so?" Ning Qiu asked.

"That's right." Gou Dan nodded.

"Is that what happened?" Ning Qiu looked at the young man.

The young man had broad shoulders and a handsome face with a touch of firmness. His long golden hair draped down his back, reaching nearly to his waist. His eyes were strange, each bearing Double Pupils. His deep blue gaze carried a chill from the depths of his heart, and as his eyes half-opened and closed, an ominous glint flickered within them.

"Why should I answer you?" the young man snapped.

"Because I'm the village chief. This cart of vegetables is village property," Ning Qiu replied.

"You're the village chief?" The young man raised a brow.

"That's right." Ning Qiu nodded.

"Does your village have no one left? You actually let a child be the village chief." The young man sneered.

"Enough nonsense. Pay up and apologize," Ning Qiu said coldly.

"One carrot costs one Silver Soul Coin. One cabbage costs four Silver Soul Coins. Your prices are twenty times higher than the market rate. You might as well rob people," the young man said in an equally cold tone.

"Our village's vegetables are priced this way. Enough nonsense. You damaged our goods, so pay up and apologize." Ning Qiu pressed him.

"Pay? This is extortion! Apologize? Don't even think about it. When a tiger doesn't show its might, you take it for a sick cat. Whoever dares stop me, I'll beat them senseless. White Tiger, possess me!" The young man stomped his foot, and a soul ring lit up around him. It was yellow.

There was nothing unusual about this.

It was simply that the young man's Martial Soul had appeared behind him. And it was no ordinary Martial Soul!

A pale white light suddenly erupted from his body. The young man thrust out his chest, his muscles swelling as his clothes were stretched taut. Every muscle beneath the fabric became sharply defined.

There was nothing particularly strange about that either. What was strange was that his golden hair instantly turned black and white. White made up the majority, making the few strands of black especially conspicuous. Four faint markings emerged on his forehead—three horizontal lines and one vertical line, forming the character for "king."

Furthermore, after the young man underwent Martial Soul Possession, his hands became more than twice as large. White fur appeared on his palms, while his fingernails extended into sharp claws that gleamed coldly. They were eight inches long.

The young man's double pupils turned a deep azure. He gave off the impression of a feral tiger standing before them, ready to devour someone at any moment.

"What's your name?" Ning Qiu asked curiously, deep in thought.

"Dai Mubai," the young man answered.

"Dai Mubai, the Evil Eye White Tiger?" Ning Qiu was startled. He had actually encountered Dai Mubai, the Evil Eye White Tiger, at this time.

"Scared?" Dai Mubai sneered softly.

"Scared? Heh heh..." Ning Qiu smiled. With a stomp of his foot, golden light lit up around him. Two Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet, both yellow.

"Two rings, a Soul Grandmaster?" Dai Mubai froze, looking Ning Qiu up and down in disbelief. Ning Qiu was one or two years younger than him, yet Ning Qiu's Soul Power was higher than his. He was already a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster.

"Scared?" Ning Qiu sneered softly.

"Uh!"

Dai Mubai was stunned, feeling terribly uncomfortable inside.

Just a moment ago, Dai Mubai had mocked Ning Qiu, asking whether he was afraid. The next moment, Ning Qiu revealed strength far greater than his own. On top of that, he returned Dai Mubai's exact words to him.

Invisibly, Dai Mubai felt as though someone had slapped him across the face.

What background does this guy have? How did he obtain two hundred-year Soul Rings at such a young age? Judging by their age, they're both over nine hundred years old. Could he be a disciple of some great sect? Dai Mubai could not help thinking.