Three Dances Battle

Lin Hai followed her, tunneling underground for more than ten miles while maintaining the Illusion Realm the entire way, ensuring they would not be seen through.

They finally broke through the earth beneath a large tree several miles outside Nuoding City.

Leaning against the trunk, he let out a long breath, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Maintaining an Illusion Realm for so long, precisely controlling the Time Flow within it, while simultaneously carrying out actions in reality such as Remote Bracelet Wearing...

Even with his Spiritual Power far exceeding those of the same rank, Lin Hai felt deeply exhausted.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu's Soul Power was not high, and her mind was relatively simple.

If she had reached level twenty, or if she had been replaced by Tang San, who cultivated the Purple Demon Eyes and possessed considerable Spiritual Power as well, Lin Hai's current Spiritual Power absolutely could not have sustained this for so long.

After leaving Spirit City for several months, eleven-year-old Lin Hai had already reached an astonishing level forty-two in Soul Power!

Such a cultivation speed was a miracle unprecedented in Douluo Continent.

After sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing for two hours, his Spiritual Power finally recovered. Lin Hai rose to his feet and looked into the distance.

Within the Illusion Realm, Lin Hai had asked Xiao Wu why she had left home.

With recollection in her eyes, the girl admitted that she had been unable to suppress her curiosity about the human world. Taking advantage of her mother, Da Ming, and Er Ming going out, she had secretly slipped away from the Star Dou Great Forest.

Looking back on it now, even she felt somewhat afraid.

That seemingly accidental act of rebellion, that seemingly coincidental group outing, had likely been guided more by Fortune in the unseen.

Yet from the moment Lin Hai met Xiao Wu, the course of Destiny had quietly shifted.

It seemed the influence of so-called Fortune was not impossible to shake. A plan formed in his heart.

"Then... the next stop is Sacred Soul Village."

Xiao Wu hurried along and finally entered Nuoding City before sunset.

Once again, she cursed that guy who had "pointed her in the wrong direction" in her heart. Who the heck called ten miles this close?!

Still, the experiences of the past dozen days had been far too bizarre.

A brother who seemed like a god had suddenly appeared, said her bones were exceptional, and even taught her a Secret Method to alter her Life aura, as well as a powerful Meditation Method.

Then he had gone whoosh and flown away... like some dazzling, bizarre dream.

Arriving at the gates of Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy, Xiao Wu felt uneasy. She had been more than ten days late for the start of term—would they throw her out right away?

Yet what she had expected did not happen.

Xiao Wu completed the enrollment procedures and, still somewhat dazed, headed toward the assigned freshman dormitory—Dormitory Seven.

The gears of Destiny quietly turned amid subtle deviations unnoticed by anyone.

At that moment, Tang San was surrounded by a crowd in Dormitory Seven, feeling as though the air itself had become thin and viscous.

The smell of sweat lingered beneath his nose, along with the restless aura unique to teenage boys.

He maintained a gentle, patient smile on his face, giving every question a concise response.

Yet only he knew that the impatience in his heart was quietly growing like Blue Silver Grass, winding around his chest until it felt stifling.

You people should be grateful the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record doesn't contain a method for dealing with endless chatter.

"Is this Dormitory Seven?" A crisp female voice rescued Tang San from the crowd.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Xiao Wu—the Wu from dancing!" The little girl's eyes curved like peach blossoms about to bloom.

Tang San turned toward her, his gaze locking firmly in place. A sense of destiny arose within him. It felt as though this girl ought to call him "big brother"!

He steadied himself. "Hello, I'm Tang San. I'm the... Dormitory Head here."

He truly did not want to acknowledge that title. There were more than a dozen people, seven or eight... more than a dozen guns, and they still had to pick a boss.

Seeing Xiao Wu deep in thought, Tang San continued.

"May I ask what your martial soul is? Dormitory Seven has a rule..."

The familiar formula, the familiar contest for top brother and top sister!

The difference was that this "top brother" desperately wanted to give the title away.

Xiao Wu casually tilted her head, a sly gleam flashing in her large eyes.

"Your name is... what San?"

Tang San's mouth twitched unnaturally. It was only two characters—how could she mishear them?

"Tang—San!" he stressed.

Xiao Wu nodded in sudden realization.

"Oh~ you! Hello! Tang—San!"

Tang San did not know whether he was being overly sensitive, but from Xiao Wu's tone, he felt that his name had somehow become an adjective.

Mm, and it seemed to carry a faint trace of the delight of finally finding what one had searched everywhere for?

Members of the Tang Sect still observed proper etiquette. So long as you were not courting death, they did not begrudge you a "Hello."

Xiao Wu tilted her head, her ponytail swaying.

"You just said you wanted to fight me?"

Tang San nodded. "Just a spar. We'll stop before anyone gets hurt."

Xiao Wu's mouth crooked into a slightly Evil grin.

"Sure!"

Before her words had even faded, Xiao Wu bent her knees and kicked off, shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He had just been about to clasp his fists in greeting—how could he spare a thought for empty formalities now? He hastily crossed his arms over his chest and took Xiao Wu's straight punch, backed by six years of training, head-on. The impact forced him back several steps.

Before he could regain his footing, Xiao Wu closed in again. A whip-like kick, swift as an afterimage, had already swept toward his head. Tang San instinctively raised his left arm to block.

But an arm could not overpower a leg, especially not when he was blocking in haste against a fierce attack that had been prepared in advance!

Crack...

That was usually the sound of something breaking.

"Ah... huh?"

Excruciating pain struck Tang San's mind, but Xiao Wu gave him no chance to catch his breath. Before his cry had even fully left his throat, her slender hand seized his right arm. She twisted her waist, turned, and exerted force, smoothly throwing Tang San over her shoulder.

It had to be said that Xiao Wu's close-combat abilities, especially when she held the advantage, were outstanding.

She had thoroughly grasped the essence of "strike while he's down and finish him off."

Before Tang San could hit the ground, she slid forward, aiming directly for where his face would land.

Tang San had no time to watch Xiao Wu's movements. The most urgent issue before him was preventing his face from hitting the ground first. He was already plain-looking enough; it would not do for anything else to go wrong.

Just before landing, he extended his right hand, hoping to use the ground's force to rise and execute a perfect "flopping fish roll."

One hand and one leg appeared at the same fated point of landing.

Both their plans were disrupted, but one was on the ground while the other hung in the air. The advantage still belonged to Xiao Wu.

Her left leg flicked upward like a venomous snake striking. Tang San had nowhere to borrow force from and no strength to block it, so he was kicked into the air again.

Xiao Wu swiftly sprang up, smiling smugly. He was airborne—she could use her ultimate now. With a toss of her little head, her braided hair flew out.

"Watch my Soft Skill!"

What followed was the unremarkable early form of the Eight Section Fall. When the final heavy blow landed, Tang San rolled straight beneath a bed.

K.O.!

Xiao Wu walked to the bed and crouched down, asking with utterly insincere concern.

"Tang San, are you okay?"

Tang San was truly miserable inside at that moment. For one brief instant, he even felt that beneath the bed suited him better than on top of it.

But an assassin was still an assassin, and his mentality remained fairly stable. He had lived two lives, and neither environment he had grown up in had been particularly good. Added to his solitary nature and poor social skills...

Today was actually his first time integrating into society. His self-esteem had not yet become as strong as it would later, so one defeat was not enough to shatter his composure.

Besides, he believed this loss had only happened because he was unprepared and careless. He would definitely win next time.

His confidence restored, the world looked new again. Tang San did not linger. He crawled out from beneath the bed like a divine turtle emerging from its shell.

He dusted himself off with one hand and gave an awkward smile.

"I'm fine. You won. From now on, you're the boss of Dormitory Seven."

With that, he hurried away to find a teacher and arrange for a Treatment Spirit Master. To a Tang Sect member, one's hands were one's life—far too precious.

And so, Sister Xiao Wu successfully took the throne and gained a whole group of adoring little fans.

The difference was that, in this life, Sister Xiao Wu had money and a blanket. She no longer needed to "borrow a blanket and repay it with her life"...