Xie Xie, the Stalker Creep?

For Nan Fusheng, although he could be considered familiar with the entire plot of Douluo Dalu III, he was far from having mastered every detail.

When he had read the novel, he had only skimmed through it, so he did not actually know much about certain specifics.

For example, he only had a rough understanding of how much Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline enhanced his body, and how strongly it suppressed Dragon-type Martial Souls or Soul Beasts.

After all, he had never witnessed it firsthand and was still rather unclear on the subject. He only knew that Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline could suppress every Dragon Clan bloodline in Douluo aside from that of the Silver Dragon King.

He had deliberately held back today because he wanted to see where Tang Wulin's strength and limits lay. Otherwise, with his ability to Steal consciousness, they would have won long ago.

For instance, when Zhang Yangzi and Wei Xiaofeng had first ganged up on Xie Xie, Nan Fusheng could have easily Stolen both their consciousnesses if he had wanted to. In the end, though, he had only Stolen Zhang Yangzi's consciousness, giving Wei Xiaofeng the chance to rescue him.

Later, when Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he could have directly Stolen their consciousnesses as well. Although Stealing the consciousnesses of two people in the Martial Soul Fusion Skill state sounded rather absurd, Nan Fusheng's intuition told him he could do it.

But in order to see Tang Wulin's true strength, he had chosen to let the two attack Xie Xie, using that to provoke Tang Wulin. In the end, he got the result he wanted to see, though it had cost Xie Xie quite a bit.

How should he put it? It was ridiculous!

The Martial Soul Fusion Skill of two Soul Grandmasters was basically unstoppable against Soul Elders once unleashed. Even Soul Ancestors could have a go against it.

Yet Tang Wulin, a mere One Ring Spirit Master, had beaten them senseless—one suffered fractures in both legs, while the other's right arm was broken. It was simply terrifying.

At the same time, these battles had also made Nan Fusheng realize his own shortcomings. First was the inadequacy of his physical condition. While his physique currently far surpassed that of his peers, that might not remain the case in the future.

After all, the improvements to his physique had mostly come from Potion advancements. His Martial Soul was not some powerful Beast Martial Soul either. Though he was defined as a Mage, he also had a heart that yearned for close combat!

Second was his lack of offensive ability. Most of the time, he defeated others by Stealing their consciousness and causing them to fall into a daze.

But this was merely a contest within the Academy. A real battlefield changed by the second. If he relied only on that ability, he might one day suffer a disastrous defeat.

Well, that was assuming he only relied on the abilities he displayed on the surface. If Nan Fusheng truly went all out, then leaving everything else aside, killing Wu Changkong would not be a problem.

As long as he was willing to use Sefirah Castle and the three Uniquenesses.

As for why Wu Changkong? Naturally, it was because Wu Changkong was the strongest Spirit Master he had seen so far.

Of course, even if he could kill an opponent at the Spirit Emperor level, Nan Fusheng would not fight so desperately unless it was necessary. Using Sefirah Castle and the Uniquenesses casually would place an enormous burden on his mind.

"For attack power, there's no need to rush for now. Soul Tools can make up for it, and when my Potions advance in the future, my offensive power will naturally be filled out as well. Still, I really am craving Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Godhead."

Calm down! Nan Fusheng patted his cheeks, forcing himself to calm down. Making a move against Tang Wulin now would absolutely be a foolish choice. Tang San's Divine sense within Tang Wulin's body alone would be enough to give Nan Fusheng a serious headache.

Not to mention the series of problems that would follow, along with the complete loss of his advantage as a prophet. He was still too weak right now and needed the plot to support him.

As Nan Fusheng began cultivating, he entered a state of concentration and quickly reached the state of Meditation where he forgot both himself and the world.

When Nan Fusheng woke from Meditation, the sky was only just beginning to brighten.

"My Soul Power has reached Rank 17 as well. I wonder what kind of Spirit Skill my Second Soul Spirit will bring me."

Nan Fusheng stretched out his arms and clenched his fists. His Soul Spirit differed from those of other people, perhaps because it was defective.

Or perhaps because the Soul Spirit's consciousness had been replaced by his own. His Soul Spirit could increase its age through cultivation, but unlike normal Soul Spirits—

It could not provide him with multiple Soul Rings. That also meant Nan Fusheng would probably need to absorb nine Soul Spirits.

"That works too. It's just like the ancient era, when Spirit Masters had to hunt a Soul Beast whenever their cultivation reached a new threshold. And it's not bad for a Soul Spirit to lack its own consciousness. At least it's quieter that way."

Nan Fusheng glanced at Wang Ba and the other two, who were still sound asleep. Ever since he had recalled the Time Worms from their bodies, their desperate drive to cultivate had gradually been worn away.

"Mm, it seems I really am a good person. I Parasitized them before so they could cultivate properly. Otherwise, with their personalities, they probably would not even have been willing to keep up the cultivation they did during those first few days."

Having once again recognized himself as a good person, Nan Fusheng strolled out of the dormitory. But as he passed the training field, he spotted a stalking creep? Oh, no, it should be Xie Xie!

Xie Xie's arms were still wrapped in bandages as he stared ahead with an amused half-smile.

Following Xie Xie's gaze, Nan Fusheng saw Tang Wulin running around the field with an unfamiliar senior student.

She was a slender girl who looked fourteen or fifteen years old. Her figure had already begun to develop, and her pink tracksuit highlighted her lovely form. Her skin was fair and smooth as congealed cream, while her long blue hair was tied into a neat ponytail. A white towel hung around her slender, snowy neck.

The girl was exceptionally beautiful, with delicate features and large, watery eyes. Under the newly risen morning sun, her entire body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden radiance.

Nan Fusheng watched Tang Wulin jog slowly behind the girl. Even after they finished their run and said goodbye, Tang Wulin remained where he was, gazing after her retreating figure for a long while without coming back to his senses.

Then the stalking creep? Oh no, Xie Xie stepped forward and called Tang Wulin back to himself. He then explained that the girl from earlier was Ouyang Zixin, the number one School Beauty of the Intermediate Division.

Nan Fusheng did not go over to speak with the two who were chatting. He headed straight for the cafeteria instead; eating was obviously the most important thing right now.

"Come to think of it, if Xie Xie's behavior just now counts as being a stalking creep, then what does that make me? A stalker of a stalking creep?"

Nan Fusheng shook his head and dragged his wandering thoughts back on track. The tiny trace of guilt he had felt over setting Xie Xie up earlier vanished completely—assuming he had ever felt guilty in the first place.