Loves Spicy Rabbit Head the Most!

"Little Bunny, be good, let me shave your fur! If you're naughty, naughty, naughty, then into the pot you go~"

Under the dim yellow light, on a somewhat shabby little bed, a five- or six-year-old white-haired little girl opened her eyes.

Listening to the eerie nursery rhyme outside, the little girl timidly glanced at the constantly swaying figure beyond the door.

It was a boy a little older than her. He stood on a small stool, swinging a kitchen knife, and with every rise and fall of the blade, some liquid splattered.

It was bright red blood!

So scary!

Fear filled the little girl's eyes. Like a tiny sparrow, she curled tightly into the corner of the bed, with only the wall behind her offering even a sliver of security.

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds outside had vanished. The little girl's nose twitched, and life returned to her dull eyes.

It smelled so good!

The little girl licked her lips, but when she saw that the bedroom door had somehow closed again, she pulled back the leg she had stretched out.

Reason, reason! It's a bad guy's trap!

Na'er kept reassuring herself.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~"

But at that moment, her stomach very inappropriately began protesting.

Expressions flickered across Na'er's adorable little face. Finally, gritting her teeth, she carefully climbed out of bed.

Like a little hamster sneaking food, Na'er tiptoed to the door, gripping its edge with both hands as she secretly peered through the crack.

Beyond the crack was an empty kitchen. On the table in the middle of the room sat a large steaming bowl of food, and that captivating fragrance came from there.

I want to eat it so badly...

Na'er stared fixedly at the bowl of food, her throat bobbing continuously.

But just as she immersed herself in the temptation of the food, a dark shadow suddenly appeared before her eyes on the other side of the crack.

They were a pair of black eyes pressed against the door crack as well! The two pairs of eyes, separated by only a thin gap, met in midair.

"Ah!!!!!!"

A scream rang through the entire neighborhood.

A few minutes later.

"Waaah~ munch~ waaah~"

Little Girl sat in a chair holding a bowl, sobbing as she did not forget to take a bite of the Spicy Rabbit Head in it.

"This was all a misunderstanding!"

Lin Xuan awkwardly scratched his head.

Who could have guessed that this little girl had been peeking too?!

"Ahem, right! What's your name? Do you know how to contact your family?"

Lin Xuan cleared his throat, skipped past the subject, and asked Na'er.

"I... I'm Na'er."

Na'er stopped crying, then lowered her head and said in a subdued voice.

"Family? I can't remember clearly."

"Then sleep here tonight! It's getting a little late. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the Federal Security Bureau."

Lin Xuan said with feigned hesitation.

"Can I not go? I want to stay here."

Na'er put down the Spicy Rabbit Head in her hand and looked at Lin Xuan with her large, watery eyes.

For some reason, the rabbit head was so delicious. She really liked it here.

"Stay here? Na'er, don't you want to go home?"

A puzzled look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. He bent down and stroked Na'er's snowy white hair.

"I don't have a home... My home has already been destroyed."

The little pearls in Na'er's eyes could no longer hold back and came streaming down.

"Na'er, don't cry! From now on, this will be your home!"

Lin Yi pulled Na'er into his arms, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips, like a big bad wolf who had successfully abducted Little Red Riding Hood.

"Mm!"

Na'er nodded emotionally and burrowed her little head hard into Lin Xuan's embrace.

This brother is actually really nice.

Summer gave way to autumn. In the blink of an eye, the short skirts on the girls in the streets gradually disappeared, and their dazzling pale bare legs quietly vanished from sight.

Red Mountain Academy.

"On Douluo Continent, every person's Martial Soul is different. Based on their types, they can roughly be divided into Beast Martial Souls, Tool Martial Souls, Plant-type Martial Souls, and so on. Of these, Tool Martial Souls and Beast Martial Souls are the most common."

"Based on the characteristics of our Martial Souls, we determine the direction of our future cultivation. My Martial Soul, for example, is the Sea Spirit Tapir, so I follow the path of a control-type Soul Master."

As homeroom teacher Lin Mengxi said this, a blue spiritual glow suddenly enveloped her.

Martial Soul Possession!

When the light faded, Lin Mengxi had grown a great deal of blue fur. Most eye-catching of all were the two round, fluffy blue ears atop her head, which immediately drew everyone's attention below the podium.

"Wow! Teacher Lin is so cute!"

"I really want to put Teacher's ears in my mouth and squish them. They must be soft and smell nice."

A short-haired girl's eyes sparkled as she said dreamily.

"Quiet! Watch closely!"

Lin Mengxi's face darkened. What the hell were these little brats focusing on?!

This truly was the worst class she had ever taught.

"This is my first soul skill, Water Spirit Bind!"

Lin Mengxi gently raised a hand and clenched it toward the front. Several streams of azure water appeared out of thin air, transforming into blue chains in midair as they coiled around the ceiling fan.

The rapidly spinning blades immediately came to a stop under the water streams' restraints.

"Awesome! Teacher Lin is amazing!"

A chubby boy clapped his hands and cheered loudly. Beside him, Tang Wulin also watched Lin Mengxi on the podium, her eyes bright as she controlled the water.

So this was a soul skill...

A trace of longing appeared in Tang Wulin's eyes. Becoming a true Soul Master—that was a man's ideal.

"Normally, the division of Soul Master paths is something you would learn after entering an intermediate academy. But this year is somewhat special. Some students in our class have relatively high initial Soul Power, and they should reach the standard for accommodating a soul spirit before graduation."

"So let me give everyone a small reminder: your first soul spirit should preferably align with your main combat direction. Otherwise, if it doesn't fit properly, it may instead hinder your future development."

Lin Mengxi spoke solemnly to the class.

"Understood!"

Everyone below answered in unison.

"Mm!"

Lin Mengxi nodded in satisfaction. But when she looked toward the last row, fury surged within her, and she shouted in that direction.

"Lin Xuan! Get up!"

By the window in the back row.

Lin Xuan lay face-down on his desk with his eyes closed, oblivious to everything outside the classroom as he quietly meditated.

Under his perception, specks of green light gathered toward him. At a certain moment, the Soul Power in his dantian seemed to reach its peak, surging through it like a tide.

"Brother Xuan! Wake up~"

Tang Wulin secretly turned her head and called softly to Lin Xuan.

"Hoo!"

Lin Xuan let out a light breath. When he opened his eyes, a hint of joy appeared in them.

His Soul Power had finally broken through to level ten.

"What is it?"

Only then did Lin Xuan notice that Tang Wulin's expression was off. She kept giving him meaningful looks.

"Teacher... Lin..."

Tang Wulin silently mouthed the words to him.

"Lin Xuan! Stand up!"

Lin Mengxi strode over in a fury and yelled at him.

She had worked so hard demonstrating for so long—wasn't it all for this brat? Yet here he was, happily sleeping away.

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