Nuoding Academy

Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Suotuo City.

A white-haired woman lay reclining in a chair. She was estimated to be a little over five foot seven, with beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

Having no Soul Power was perfectly ordinary. Perhaps Heaven had been jealous of her, for not only did she lack Soul Power, she did not even possess a martial soul.

"I've been reincarnated here for years now. The main storyline is finally starting!"

Her name was Zhu Mengruan. She was a transmigrator who had arrived in this world more than a decade ago.

Like all transmigrators, she had been equipped with a system. However, over the past decade, she had completed its various tasks, and the system had unbound itself, leaving behind only its chat function.

She was now a Seven-Element Demon God and the person in charge of the organization known as "Teyvat." To keep herself from becoming too bored, she had assigned herself a task.

Maintain the balance among the various powers of the Douluo Continent!

Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy

"Boss! Another one's here!"

"Boss! Hurry up and knock him down!"

A group of children shouted. At their head stood a very cute girl dressed in pink.

By their rules, every newcomer had to fight. The strongest one became the boss of the entire dormitory.

"Boring."

His voice was cold.

"What did you say? Coward!"

The new boy said nothing. A flash of green light appeared, and he was suddenly at his own bed.

So fast!

Everyone was shocked, especially their protagonist—Tang San.

From the moment he saw this boy, Tang San had inexplicably felt that he was extraordinary. He quietly activated his Purple Demon Eye.

Yet even with the Purple Demon Eye, all he had caught from that moment was a faint afterimage, so slight it could practically be ignored.

"Hello, my name is Tang San. May I ask what your name is...?"

"Xiao..."

Keep strangers away—this was Tang San's impression of him. Tang San wanted to speak with him more, to see whether he could get anything out of him.

"Xiao?"

"Mm..."

It was somewhat awkward, but that did not stop Tang San from trying to talk to him.

"Noisy."

"How can you be so rude!"

Xiao Wu, who had been watching from the side, charged forward as well.

She was a mighty hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit, the children's boss of the dormitory! Not only did this person look down on her, he even wore such a sour expression! He was utterly awful!

Xiao did not know what to do. He, the Three-Eyed Five-Manifestations Immortal, the Yaksha General beneath the Emperor—Golden Peng—was also dealing with so many people for the first time and had no idea how to handle it.

Time passed like this. Tang San went out, while the others still failed to get along with Xiao. They also discovered that Xiao rarely attended class or completed the teachers' assignments. It seemed... he was here... just to kill time?

One day, Xiao Wu got into an argument with the leader of the older students.

"What do we do, Boss?"

"Boss, Boss! Their leader is a Soul Master!"

Several people on Xiao Wu's side stepped up as well, but they were all defeated.

"Stop yelling! Stop yelling! Let me think..."

At that moment, Xiao Wu noticed Tang San hurrying over in the distance, as well as Xiao standing nearby in a daze.

She wanted Tang San to teach them a lesson! She had suffered two grievances in just a few days! She was a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit, after all. She had never suffered this kind of humiliation in all her life!

But when she looked at this heedless Xiao, she became even angrier!

"Xiao, you go!"

Xiao paused, apparently not expecting to be called upon.

"Boss, it's in the bag! This Xiao is just a freeloader, here purely to pass the time. He seems to have been isolated by them, so he definitely isn't strong."

"Tch. What a bother."

Though he said so, he still stepped forward.

"Wang Ze, level-eight Soul Disciple. Martial soul: White Blade."

The other side casually sent out one person, and Xiao felt slighted.

"You... all come at once."

Everyone present seemed to have heard a joke. Not only did the other side burst out laughing, sparse laughter also came from his own side. However, because of Xiao Wu, it was not very loud.

"Since you're courting death, we'll grant your wish."

As he spoke, dozens of people surrounded Xiao.

As a Yaksha General, he had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He had experienced the agony of losing loved ones and the erosion of karmic debt.

Everything had improved after he came to this world, but he had truly experienced all of it.

Dealing with a few snot-nosed brats was effortless.

A social deadbeat who had come to the Douluo Continent and was still freeloading: Xiao hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Tang San, standing to the side, activated his Purple Demon Eye. This was a good opportunity to learn more about Xiao.

Xiao summoned Hupo Yuan. Having grown accustomed to weapons appearing out of thin air, they naturally assumed it was a kind of martial soul.

However, Xiao Wu and Tang San were clearly not as calm as the others.

As a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit, Xiao Wu's true form was highly knowledgeable. She knew every martial soul that had appeared on the Douluo Continent so far, yet she had never even seen the Hupo Yuan in Xiao's hand.

Tang San was even more surprised. He was certain that it was not a martial soul, because there had not been the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power. That naturally ruled out the possibility of it being a Soul Tool as well. This weapon had simply popped into existence.

This weapon was extraordinary too. Though it looked as new as ever, it was filled with an ancient, weathered aura. Tang San seemed to see countless departed souls wailing within it.

"Ants..."

In the span of a breath, Xiao had returned to where he had originally been sitting, while those people had already collapsed on the ground.