A Thief? (Please Follow and Recommend)

Although his battle with Meng Li had looked like a crushing victory, a level forty-four Strength Attack System Soul Master was not so easy to defeat.

In close combat, that Body Protection Light Shield alone had caused Yu Xiaowei no small amount of trouble.

Worthy of being a Soul Ancestor's fourth soul skill, Meng Li had relied on the shield's defensive power to fight injury for injury. Several of his punches had landed squarely on Yu Xiaowei's vulnerable ribs.

He had been too excited during the fight to feel any pain, but the moment he relaxed, agonizing pain flared through both sides of his ribcage.

Fortunately, Yu Tianheng and the others were there. With Ye Lingling's treatment, his injuries quickly healed.

That night.

Qin Ming was surprised to discover that Yu Tianheng and the others had suddenly become exceptionally diligent in their cultivation, completely unlike their previous attitude of only moving when whipped.

The Imperial Fighting Team members also kept their distance from Yu Xiaowei with reverence and fear, wishing they could stay as far away from him as possible.

Only after being pressed repeatedly did Yu Tianheng awkwardly reveal that Yu Xiaowei had killed a level forty-four Soul Ancestor at the Great Soul Arena.

Upon learning the news, Qin Ming was initially stunned. Then he beat his chest and cursed Meng Shenji for being a blind Soul Douluo. Such an outstanding seedling had actually been sent to Blue Tyrant Academy.

He had completely forgotten that he was the one who had told Meng Shenji that, although the child was extraordinarily gifted, he could not control his strength. Coupled with his unruly temperament, he was already beyond saving.

From that day onward, an enraged Qin Ming took Yu Tianheng and the others to the Great Soul Arena for matches every day.

They would not return until well past midnight.

If two words had to be used to describe the Imperial Fighting Team now, they would be: utterly numb.

They really were numb. With Ye Lingling around, there was no way for them to slack off.

Injured? Ye Lingling would heal them.

Won? Without dreams of a winning streak, what kind of Soul Masters were they?

Lost? Then go win it back! If they did not even have that much spirit, what kind of Soul Masters were they?

Every night when the Imperial Fighting Team returned to the hotel, every one of them fought over food like starving tigers. Even the most ladylike Ye Lingling ate as though she had been reincarnated from a starving ghost.

From then on, Qin Ming became a devil in their hearts, second only to the murderous maniac Yu Xiaowei.

There was still nearly a month before the exchange with the royal academy.

Qin Ming planned to continue tempering the Imperial Fighting Team here. After all, Star Luo Royal Academy had made it clear that they had two Soul Ancestors. Relying on Yu Xiaowei alone was not enough.

Originally, he had wanted Yu Xiaowei to join them in team soul fights.

But the brat had thrown a sentence right back at him. "I can take on a whole team of level thirties by myself. What's the point of doing team soul fights with them?"

Qin Ming was left speechless, and the Imperial Fighting Team began returning even later every day.

After a few days of emotional recovery, Yu Xiaowei had finally emerged from the shadow of killing someone.

On the Soul Fighting Platform, he had spoken arrogantly while showing off, but when he had truly killed Meng Li, his mind had gone completely blank.

Back when he had first awakened his martial soul, Yu Luomian had taught him that the world of Soul Masters was cruel, and that sooner or later he would encounter such things.

He just had not expected that day to come so suddenly.

"Living in Douluo, you can't always call the shots."

As he wandered through the streets, he could not help sighing.

Because Meng Li had been killed by him, the Ferocious God Team had been forced to disband.

The Silver Soul Fighter named Godzilla had also taken Silvis City by storm overnight. People were talking about him everywhere, in every street and alley.

A Soul Elder had brutally killed a Soul Ancestor. Meng Li had been torn to pieces. Most outrageous of all, Godzilla had transformed into a Soul Beast and devoured Meng Li on the spot.

Yu Xiaowei had initially listened with great interest, but the more he heard, the more wrong it sounded. In the end, he stalked off angrily.

Damn it, rumors really couldn't be trusted.

How had such a handsome, refined, and courteous man like him been turned into a man-eating demon?

He could not keep wandering the streets. Full of anger, he returned to the hotel.

Just as he was about to open the door, he keenly noticed something was wrong.

The lock had been picked...

But the technique was extremely amateurish, leaving obvious traces of lockpicking. It looked like a novice.

A novice was easy to deal with. If they could not even conceal their tracks, how strong could they be? After roughly assessing their relative strength, Yu Xiaowei swaggered in.

Sure enough, the moment he entered, he caught the scent of a stranger in the room.

A faint body fragrance.

And a faint smell of blood.

"A woman?"

Yu Xiaowei raised an eyebrow. Pretending he had noticed nothing, he casually locked the door behind him and headed toward the Lockpick Thief's hiding place.

Behind the bedroom door.

Sure enough, the instant he stepped into the bedroom, a sharp blade was pressed against his neck.

"Don't move. Don't shout. Otherwise, I'll take your life with one stroke."

A cold voice spoke, slightly breathless.

She really is a woman.

Yu Xiaowei raised both hands and pretended to be terrified. "Y-you, who are you? Let me tell you, my family is rich. Don't hurt me. No matter how much money you want, my father can pay it."

At the same time, he began assessing the Lockpick Thief's strength.

Her knife strike had been extremely fast, but her strength was weak. She was likely an Agility Attack System Soul Master.

Her voice was feeble, and she smelled of blood. She was injured.

Her Soul Power fluctuations were not strong. She was probably below level thirty. Weakling.

Her methods were immature. She was not a professional lockpicker, and nothing in the room had been searched through. Not a thief.

All things considered, this Lockpick Thief was probably not here to steal. She had most likely been injured by someone and hidden here.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Xiaowei had formed a rough impression of the Lockpick Thief.

"I don't want money, and I mean you no harm. I need food and water. Go get them for me."

"Oh, okay. But could you move your knife a little farther from me? I won't say anything. I'm a very timid person. You're scaring me."

After hearing Yu Xiaowei's nonsense, the Lockpick Thief hesitated for a moment before withdrawing her blade and saying coldly.

"Hurry up."

Yu Xiaowei curled his lips. Was that any way to ask someone for help?

Unhurriedly, he walked to the bedside, pressed the button to call a waiter, and calmly ordered dinner and water to be brought up.

During this time, he noticed that the Lockpick Thief had already hidden herself near the ceiling.

A cold gaze remained fixed on him, as though she would kill him in one blow the instant he made any unusual move.

Fortunately, the waiter soon delivered the food. The Lockpick Thief let out a soft breath of relief. After Yu Xiaowei locked the door again, she jumped down from the ceiling.

Yu Xiaowei finally got a clear look at her.

She was a very pretty girl, appearing to be only eleven or twelve. Her black hair hung loose and disheveled around her, and her skin was fair. Her figure was also far more developed than her age suggested. If one did not look at her face, one might think she was already a grown teenage girl.

Unlike her fiery figure, the girl's expression was cold, as though devoid of any life. Her pitch-black eyes carried an air of numbness.

"Thank you."

Taking the food from Yu Xiaowei's hand, she politely thanked him.

Even so, she remained warily far away from Yu Xiaowei, huddling in a dark corner.

After checking the food and confirming it was not poisoned, she began wolfing it down.

At the same time, her gaze never left Yu Xiaowei.

Sitting upright on the sofa, Yu Xiaowei could not help but wonder what had happened to make this girl so guarded against everything around her.