Hurry and Invite Sister Xiao Wu

Madara remembered that Tang San was working as a scholarship student at Nuo Ding Junior Academy.

His life had to be very difficult. As his older brother, Madara should go see him and bring him something tasty.

So he casually found a thriving little shop on the street and prepared to buy some food.

Madara waited in line boredly, lost in thought.

His Soul Power had reached level 18, but he had already hit a bottleneck. His Sharingan was still at one tomoe, with no changes.

What he needed most was battle, to break through his limits in combat. That was why his strength had grown fastest when Tang Hao took him into the forest for life-and-death training.

But where could he find someone to fight? Madara still had no idea.

Soon enough, it was finally Madara's turn.

But just then, a hand reached in from the side and slapped several Gold Soul Coins onto the counter ahead of him.

"Boss, we'll take every dish you have here." A voice in the midst of puberty called out.

"So it's the esteemed Lord Soul Masters. You really don't need to buy so much," the shop owner said fawningly as he came out from behind the counter.

The people waiting behind them had originally wanted to protest, but the moment they saw the boy, they all fell silent.

"I say, shouldn't you respect the order of the line?" Madara said bluntly, shoving the newcomer aside.

In his previous life, anyone who dared stand before Uchiha Madara would have long since been reduced to dust.

But Madara had yet to grow strong in this life, so naturally, he could not act as recklessly as he had before.

"Fine, Boss. Leave him one portion. I'll pay for it." This twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy was much taller and sturdier than Madara.

The boy had initially wanted to get angry, but when he looked down at Madara's small frame, he simply took him for a naughty child and paid him no heed.

"Right away!" The shop owner hurriedly packed the remaining food into several paper bags.

Madara would not accept food handed out like charity. Besides, one portion would be far from enough if he was bringing it to Tang San.

You actually took me for a child. Are you looking down on me?

Just as the boy reached out to take the bags, Madara grabbed his arm.

The boy tried to break free, only to discover that although Madara's arm was thin, his grip was like an iron clamp. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move.

"Ling Feng, aren't you done yet? We said we were treating Sister Xiao Wu to a meal today." A rather handsome boy called impatiently to Ling Feng.

"Understood, Boss Xiao!" Ling Feng immediately forced a smile. Then, as if recalling the devilish Sister Xiao Wu, he could not help shuddering.

Crow Transformation! Black feathers covered Ling Feng's entire body. Claws extended from his hands, and his eyes turned grayish-green, making him look exactly like a black crow. "Kid, let go! I'm a Soul Master!"

"A Soul Master?" Madara looked at his white soul ring and sneered. "A crow? Then fly!"

Madara tightened his grip slightly, making Ling Feng bare his teeth in pain. Madara stepped outward, then flung him away with a burst of force.

"Ling Feng, damn it! Wolf Transformation!" Boss Xiao flew into a rage as he watched his lackey get thrown aside.

"Don't think you're the only Soul Master," Madara said contemptuously. At the same time, he released his martial soul, the Sharingan. A single tomoe slowly spun within it, and a yellow soul ring emerged.

Boss Xiao, who had been about to charge forward, seemed to have been seized by the throat and froze stiffly in place.

"A hundred-year soul ring? He's obviously so small." Boss Xiao swallowed with difficulty.

Looks like I've kicked an iron plate this time!

Tang San had beaten him badly before, so he naturally knew that the gap between ten-year and hundred-year soul rings was no small matter.

"What do you want? I'm the city lord's son." As Xiao Chenyu watched Madara approach, none of his previous arrogance remained.

At that moment, Madara's thin, small body looked like a terrifying demon in Xiao Chenyu's eyes.

"Of course, I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Madara would not kill him, but he was not about to let him off easily either.

"Hurry and invite Sister Xiao Wu!" Xiao Chenyu's miserable scream rang through the sky.

"Third Brother, why are you blacksmithing here again?" The little girl pouted unhappily.

She had a pair of large, expressive eyes, a scorpion braid that hung past her waist, and a school uniform that added several touches of charm to her appearance.

The disgruntled expression on her cute little face only made her look all the more adorably spoiled.

"Xiao Wu, my family has always been blacksmiths." Tang San looked helplessly at his sworn little sister with indulgence.

"You haven't had time to play with me lately," Xiao Wu said with a coquettish snort.

"All right! I'll take an entire day off tomorrow to spend with you. How about that?" Tang San could never do much against her.

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue at him. "You said it!"

"Something terrible happened! Sister Xiao Wu!" Ling Feng, the boy with the crow martial soul, rushed in frantically.

"What happened?" Xiao Wu looked at Ling Feng, planted her hands on her hips, and asked with the air of a boss.

"Boss Xiao got into a fight with a Soul Master while we were buying food," Ling Feng said in a panic.

"What? Take me there now." Xiao Wu's brows shot up in anger when she heard that.

"Xiao Wu, wait!" Tang San watched Xiao Wu rush off recklessly. Helpless, he could only put down his work, change into his school uniform, and chase after her. Meanwhile, Madara was idly waiting in the shop for the Sister Xiao Wu they had mentioned.

After all, it had been a long time since he had fought, and his hands were beginning to itch.

"Hey! I'm their boss. If you have a problem, come at me. Let him go." The moment Xiao Wu entered, she saw Madara with one foot planted on Xiao Chenyu's back.

"Sister Xiao Wu!" Xiao Chenyu's face was bruised and swollen, and he was nearly in tears. Never before had he looked forward to Xiao Wu's arrival as much as he did today.

"That depends on what you can do." Madara sneered. In his eyes, he would not go easy on her just because she was a cute little girl.

"Then you'd better be careful!" Xiao Wu immediately activated her martial soul. The soft, adorable image of a rabbit made her seem even cuter.

When Madara saw Xiao Wu's yellow soul ring, he finally took her somewhat seriously. At least she was not just for show.

Madara activated his Sharingan and casually glanced at her, but something felt off. Through the Sharingan's vision, he noticed something unusual.

Why does she feel somewhat similar to a Spirit Beast? How strange.

But Xiao Wu did not think that much. Her legs bent slightly, then like a spring, her entire body shot toward Madara.

A rabbit's jumping ability was excellent, and Xiao Wu made full use of it.

But how could Madara let her have her way? He stepped forward as well, leaning his body slightly ahead. Borrowing the momentum, he whipped an arm toward her like a lash.

But to everyone's surprise, Xiao Wu neither dodged nor avoided Madara's attack. With a light toss of her hair, her scorpion braid coiled around Madara's arm like a spirit snake.

Before Madara could exert more force, Xiao Wu raised her right knee and kicked toward his chin. Her body looked unbelievably soft and flexible.

Madara wanted to dodge, but his arm was entangled by Xiao Wu's scorpion braid. Yet he remained calm, leaning his body back slightly and letting her strike brush past his chin.

If this is all there is, this is really boring. Madara found it rather dull.