Encountering Na'er, Bringing Her Home

His skin flushed slightly, and his head felt a little dizzy as well. A faint Golden Light emanated from the surface of his body.

The Golden Light seemed ready to break away at any moment, and the direction it was pulling toward was none other than Long Yuan.

Fortunately, no one around them noticed these subtle changes.

"Mm, although the quality of your Martial Soul is a little low, you'll still have a future as long as you work hard."

Although Long Yuan's Illusory Dragon Martial Soul was a useless Martial Soul, Lin Ximeng encouraged him nonetheless, whether as his mother or his teacher.

Although the quality of his Martial Soul was low, he could still become stronger through hard work.

Tang Sect Ancestor Tang San's Martial Soul had been the useless Blue Silver Grass, yet hadn't he ultimately become a god as well? "Teacher, I'll work twice as hard!"

Long Yuan naturally noticed the regret and disappointment in Lin Ximeng's eyes.

He could also understand how Lin Ximeng felt.

Who wouldn't want their child to be no weaker than others?

When he put away his Martial Soul and returned to his seat, his deskmate Tang Wulin gave him a puzzled look.

At the instant he put away his Martial Soul, Tang Wulin's strange sensation miraculously vanished.

"Wulin, are you having another episode?"

Long Yuan reached out and pressed a hand to Tang Wulin's forehead, sensing him carefully.

As he sat down, he happened to see Tang Wulin's flushed skin return to normal.

When he had released his Martial Soul earlier, Long Yuan had also sensed something unusual.

It was as though he and Tang Wulin had been bound together by some sort of pulling force.

After thinking it over, there was only one explanation: his Illusory Dragon Martial Soul had some kind of connection to the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within Tang Wulin.

The two seemed to yearn to merge together.

He wondered what kind of change would occur once they fully merged. "N-No, I'm fine!"

Long Yuan's excessive concern made Tang Wulin a little uncomfortable, and he tilted his head back.

"Hehe, that's good. If what happened a few days ago happens again, make sure to tell me right away!"

Long Yuan withdrew his hand and spoke quietly.

It seemed he could only draw from it when the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within Tang Wulin acted up.

He had to seize such opportunities.

Today's lessons were very simple.

In the morning, aside from the students and teacher getting acquainted with one another, they covered some basic theoretical knowledge about Soul Masters.

For example, the classifications of Martial Souls and Soul Masters, Soul Beasts and Soul Spirits, Soul Skills and Soul Rings, the history and development of Soul Tool technology...

The afternoon was mainly devoted to explaining meditation.

Meditation was the only way to train Spiritual Power and increase Soul Power.

As a transmigrator, Long Yuan was also severely lacking in this area, so he listened attentively.

Long Yuan gained quite a lot today. Not only did he learn plenty of theoretical knowledge, but he also learned how to meditate.

After school, Lin Ximeng had something to do, so she let Long Yuan go home by himself.

As he walked, a small figure caught his attention.

It was a little girl with short silver hair.

When he looked at the little girl, she happened to look back at him.

Between them, there seemed to be something invisibly drawing them toward each other.

The little girl's face was dirty, and her clothes were tattered, making her look like a little beggar.

Her short silver hair and clear, amethyst-like eyes were especially distinctive.

Her long eyelashes naturally curled upward, making her very pretty.

"It's her, it's her, it's her—our Silver Dragon King, little Nana!"

After clearly seeing the little girl's features, Long Yuan nearly cried out.

He had never expected to run into Na'er.

As their eyes met, Na'er's beautiful eyes held a trace of surprise and uncertainty.

"Little sister, where are your parents?"

Just then, several scruffy young men walked toward Na'er.

One of them circled the little girl once and said:

"This silver hair is really rare. She might be one of those foreign races from the other two continents. The underground black market will probably like someone like her, and her eyes are purple too."

The other young men immediately revealed greedy expressions and nodded in agreement with their companion.

"Hey, little sister, where's your family?"

"Are you hungry? Big brother will take you to eat something delicious, okay?"

Someone lowered his head, trying to coax Na'er, frightening her into backing away again and again.

With her head lowered and her hands clasped together, she was at a complete loss.

The young man gave his companions a look and reached out to grab Na'er.

The others also gathered around, surrounding Na'er in the middle.

"Let go of her..."

Long Yuan rushed over, snatched Na'er from the young man's grasp, and pulled her behind him.

Then he swung a kick, viciously striking the young man in the crotch.

The young man let out a miserable scream and collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin and howling in pain.

With so many people around, using these little tricks gave him an even greater advantage.

"You little brat, you dare meddle in other people's business!"

"Get him!"

Several young men revealed vicious looks and charged at Long Yuan.

They wanted to make him taste the consequences of meddling.

"If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here!"

With a rumble, Long Yuan released his Illusory Dragon Martial Soul, and a faint energy fluctuation spread out.

Even with only level-three Soul Power, he was still stronger than ordinary people.

On top of that, he had practiced martial arts since childhood in his previous life, and his fighting moves came smoothly. Dealing with a few little thugs was no problem at all.

"Damn it, he's actually a Soul Master!"

Once the Martial Soul was released, the young men had no choice but to stop. Cursing under their breath, they left from a distance.

Any child with Soul Power was registered with the Spirit Pagoda.

If something happened and the Federal Government investigated, it would be troublesome.

After driving off the young men, Long Yuan turned to look at Na'er.

Na'er timidly took a few steps back. A misty layer of tears rose in her large purple eyes.

Fear also appeared on her little face.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. My name is Long Yuan. What's your name?"

Since he had encountered the Silver Dragon King's young form, he naturally had to build a good relationship with her.

Maybe in the future, they could cuddle whenever they wanted. Perhaps it would even become a beautiful story.

"I-I'm Na'er!"

Na'er blanked for a moment before answering timidly.

Her voice was crisp and pleasant, soft and enchanting.

"Na'er, what a lovely name. Your voice is lovely too!"

Long Yuan crouched down and looked into Na'er's purple eyes. His voice was gentle as he instinctively reached out, wanting to pat her little head.

Such an adorable little sister—even if she were not Na'er—would still be someone he liked.

But Na'er shuddered and took a step back, looking at him in alarm. She had clearly been frightened.

After glancing at him, she lowered her head again and remained silent.

"Where are your father and mother? Where is your home?"

Just like in the original story, Long Yuan asked Na'er about her situation.

But a lost look appeared in Na'er's eyes. She shook her head and still said nothing.

Just then, he heard Na'er's stomach growl.

She was clearly already hungry.

Na'er also realized her embarrassing situation, and a faint blush appeared on her little face.

"You're hungry, right? Come on, go home with big brother. My mom's cooking is really delicious!"

As Long Yuan spoke, he naturally took Na'er's little hand and started walking toward his home.

Na'er raised her head and glanced at him, only to be frightened again. She instinctively pulled her little hand free, retreated several steps, and lowered her head.

"Don't be afraid. Big brother isn't a bad person!"

Long Yuan took Na'er's hand again and, under her alarmed gaze, led her toward home.