After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, Lin Kun's back was soaked through. Grandmaster's shocked yet grave gaze had made him feel as if he were holding a ticking bomb that could explode at any moment.
When they returned to the Seventh Dormitory, Little White immediately became everyone's darling—mainly because Xiao Wu unilaterally declared it so. Its fluffy, snow-white appearance, coupled with those pure, innocent blue eyes, was lethally effective against women—and some men.
Although Xiao Wu had been embarrassed at first by Little White's mental rejection, she quickly earned the privilege of "occasionally being allowed to pet it" through a pile of carrot fruits and relentless persistence. She was as happy as a child.
"Little White, Little White, look over here! Tasty food!" "Chirp?" Little White tilted its head and sniffed the carrot fruit, seeming uninterested. Instead, it was more interested in the thick book in Lin Kun's hands, pawing at the pages with its tiny claws. "It seems to like books! Lin Kun, your martial spirit is a book, and your spirit beast likes books too! You two are truly made for each other!" Xiao Wu said in surprise.
Lin Kun smiled bitterly. He would rather Little White liked Soul Power crystal cores than books—had this little glutton somehow put its trait points in the wrong place? Did raising a Spirit-type Spirit Beast really mean feeding it books?
However, Little White soon demonstrated its first practical function beyond acting cute—a Mental Power power bank.
Lin Kun discovered that when he meditated while holding Little White, his Mental Power's recovery speed greatly increased and became more refined. Insight Skill lasted longer, and his control over Mental Thread became more precise. Even the light crystals of that lousy Book Spirit flickered a little more cheerfully.
"Nice! So you're a mobile buff machine!" Lin Kun was overjoyed and wished he could keep Little White tucked in his arms twenty-four hours a day.
But Little White had a very strange appetite. It did not eat ordinary food. Instead, it was very interested in the faint Mental Power Lin Kun emitted during cultivation, or the mental fluctuations produced when the Book Spirit analyzed information. Sometimes, it would even take a couple of bites out of books Lin Kun had finished reading—literal bites, leaving behind several tiny tooth marks...
Lin Kun: "..."
Unlike the "harmonious coexistence between man and beast" on Lin Kun's side, Tang San showed tremendous "research interest" in Little White.
He often "ran into" Lin Kun, then seemingly casually observed Little White. He would even take out strange herbs or little trinkets to test Little White's reactions.
"Lin Kun, Little White seems to be in good spirits. Want to try this Calming Grass?" Tang San held out a blade of grass that gave off a tranquil aura. Little White sniffed it, sneezed, then disdainfully turned its rear toward Tang San. Tang San: "..." He silently recorded: rejects calming-type herbs.
"Lin Kun, this metal sheet emits a special frequency when it vibrates. Do you think Little White will like it?" Tang San took out another small mechanism of his own making. Little White glanced at it curiously, then... used Mental Thread—an extremely weak version—to snatch the metal sheet away and kick it around like a ball. Tang San: "..." Recorded: reacts to specific frequencies; possesses an awareness of play.
Tang San's "mad scientist" style of observation made Lin Kun's scalp tingle. Every time, he had to rack his brains to explain Little White's unusual behavior away with things like, "All little animals are like this," and, "It's just rather mischievous."
"Little San, stop bothering Little White. It's timid," Xiao Wu said, unable to watch any longer. Like a mother protecting her child, she picked Little White up and carried it away, though Little White was not particularly willing. Tang San pushed up a pair of nonexistent glasses, his gaze deep. "I'm just curious. Spirit-type Spirit Beasts are extremely rare, especially one that possesses such high mental essence during its infancy. Lin Kun, did you see its parents at the time?"
Lin Kun's heart tightened, and he quickly shook his head. "No! There was only an egg! All alone!" He did not dare make up some powerful Spirit Beast parents. If Tang San took it seriously and went looking for clues, he would be finished.
Tang San nodded thoughtfully and did not pursue the matter further, but his gaze toward Little White became even more filled with a desire to investigate. He felt that Lin Kun's "fortuitous encounter" might conceal some secret capable of overturning everything he knew.
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