Wu Yang Jin and the Mysterious Silver-Haired Girl

Given the situation, all the children were convinced. Wu Yang Jin had shown his might, and Tang Wu Lin decided that he truly needed to work hard.

However, Wu Yang Jin felt that it was about enough. In a sense, while he might have had reason on his side, his actions had more or less disrupted classroom order, so he put away his Martial Soul.

The others looked at Wu Yang Jin with surprise and fear, though they did not regard him as some kind of freak. Still, from now on, things would never be like they had been today.

The child who had provoked him also took quite a while to recover from his chill and panic. Lin Xi Meng felt that this was enough as well, and it was time to continue the lesson.

"Although a little accident just happened, you must understand that you are all classmates and should help one another. Since this is your first day of class, I'll first explain the classifications of Martial Souls. This afternoon, I'll guide you through preliminary meditation. Meditation is the only way to train and increase your Soul Power. If you want to become true Soul Masters, you'll have to work hard..."

As Tang Wu Lin listened to Lin Xi Meng's explanation of Martial Souls and the classifications of Soul Masters, the resentment in his heart gradually faded away. He had been curious about Soul Masters since childhood, and this knowledge was like a magnificent world opening a brand-new door before him.

To Wu Yang Jin, none of this was particularly surprising. Old Long had told him many things before, and some things seemed to come naturally to him—or rather, as though they had already been in his mind all along.

At the start, the class selected a class monitor. As expected, Wu Yang Jin became the class monitor, while Tang Wu Lin became the Vice Class Monitor, which was both unexpected and unsurprising.

"Oh, right, students. At our Red Mountain Elementary Academy, you must all work hard. Not many people can enter an Intermediate Soul Master Academy."

Hearing that, Wu Yang Jin knew that, setting aside the academies in the future, getting into an intermediate or advanced academy should not be a problem. Still, cultivation and training were indispensable.

Before long, once all the classes had ended, lunchtime arrived—the end of the cafeteria and Tang Wu Lin's paradise. But before that came all kinds of apologies and admiration from his classmates.

However, Wu Yang Jin also admitted that he might have been a little too impatient during class.

"Class Monitor!" Tang Wu Lin said.

"Hm? Wulin, don't mess around. I didn't even want that title."

"Hehe, it actually suits you pretty well. Still, it's all thanks to you, Yang Jin-ge."

"It's nothing. This doesn't count for much. What matters is what you think and what you plan to do from now on."

After the rest of their lessons ended, the two went home after school. Today, they took a shortcut to buy some limited-edition tasty treats, since Tang Wu Lin had insisted on it.

After buying their things, the two returned to their respective homes. Wu Yang Jin did not plan to eat at Tang Wu Lin's house today. He intended to cook himself a meal to celebrate.

Even though he was alone...

Before that, he had gone out to buy a few things. As he walked down the street, people around him greeted him one after another. After all, both Wu Yang Jin and Tang Wu Lin were lovable children.

Wu Yang Jin often helped carry things, deliver things, and make things, so many people felt that he did not seem like a child his age.

Because of that, though, he ended up carrying quite a lot along the way. He received all sorts of food and drinks, and by the time he reached the last two or three households, they hurriedly gave Wu Yang Jin a handcart.

Afterward, he quickly pulled the cart home, planning to make a meal. Though he was too short to do some things, Old Long could help with that, using his own methods.

"Hmph hmph, the fried potato cakes and grilled fish are way too delicious!!"

After eating the food made by Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhang, Wu Yang Jin said excitedly.

After all, he ate there often, and it truly felt great.

"Looks like you're in a good mood today, Yang Jin," Old Long suddenly said.

"Of course. After teaching those people a lesson today, I got the food I wanted too. How could I not be happy?"

"How interesting, little Yang Jin," the Snow Empress said as well.

"Huh? No, Sister Xue. Oh, right, Sister Xue, can you materialize? Like Old Long, temporarily maintain a real body."

Hearing this, the Snow Empress froze for a moment and looked at Old Long.

"Hm? Ah... this old man forgot to mention it. I've been materializing to look after him all this time."

"It should be possible. However, little Yang Jin, now that your Martial Soul and bloodline have been awakened, it will still consume your energy."

Hearing that, Wu Yang Jin felt somewhat disappointed.

"Alright, I understand..."

Very quickly, he began thinking about what he should cook tonight...

However, at that moment, he noticed a sound, a figure, and a gaze that was not directed at him.

"Hm? Is that... a homeless girl?"

Not far away, a little girl sat crouched on the ground, looking somewhat pitiful and endearing. Yet such a child seemed to have no family.

She was filthy all over, wearing tattered purple clothes. She had short silver hair and purple eyes.

Her eyes were large, her pupils like two clear purple crystals.

Even from some distance away, he seemed able to see his own reflection in her pupils. Her long eyelashes curled naturally upward.

"She's... so cute!"

Although he was still young himself, this girl was truly adorable, like a little sister.

The owner of that gaze blinked her large eyes as she looked around, as though searching for something.

Then, she swiftly turned toward Wu Yang Jin and stared at the fried potato cakes and grilled fish in his hands. He did not know whether it was because of his keen hearing—though they were not that far apart, there was still some distance between them—but he felt as if he could hear her stomach growling.

"Sigh, I can't help it. She's so pitiful..."

As he spoke, he quickly pulled the cart over and gave the little girl all the untouched potato cakes and grilled fish in his hands.

The little girl looked at Wu Yang Jin with a face full of shock and confusion.

"..."

"Uh, well... this is really delicious! Don't worry, look at what I've got in my hands. I've already eaten several."

Wu Yang Jin looked at the little girl, unsure whether she was afraid to eat, so he explained. But in truth, he had simply given her too much.

Still stunned, the girl began eating without caring about appearances—though she had no need to care about that in the first place.

"Yo! Look, Boss, that little chick's pretty cute, huh?"

Several hooligan youths walked over. Upon seeing the girl, they immediately began discussing her in low voices.

"Silver hair really isn't common. She'd definitely fetch a good price on the black market."

"Boss, I have a suggestion. How about we enjoy her first?"

Hearing that, the man called Boss broke into a grin.