Leng Yaozhu

"My name is Na'er... My Martial Soul is... the Golden Dragon... Innate Soul Power, level 10."

Another student with Innate Full Soul Power. The class could not help discussing it, and the noise gradually grew louder.

Li Xiaoyun nodded.

Su Qiu, Na'er.

Those two were far more than merely Innate Full Soul Power. They had already contracted Soul Spirits—one was level 14, and the other was level 12.

When Li Xiaoyun had first seen the roster, it had nearly scared her to death. These were two little ancestors. If she taught them well, it was only expected of her; if she taught them poorly, she alone would be held accountable.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down."

Li Xiaoyun clapped her hands.

"Since everyone has finished introducing themselves, for this first lesson, I'll explain the classifications of Martial Souls..."

Time passed.

Whenever the lesson covered knowledge he already knew, Su Qiu took the opportunity to meditate rather than waste time.

Na'er listened attentively at first.

Gradually, her gaze shifted from the teacher to Su Qiu.

She sniffed lightly, then lay on her desk and quietly watched his back.

Her little legs swayed back and forth beneath the desk, revealing her mood.

A gentle breeze drifted in through the window.

Na'er noticed the stray tuft sticking proudly out from Su Qiu's golden hair.

In the breeze, the tuft swayed and bobbed.

It dazzled Na'er so much that she could not help reaching out to touch it.

"What are you doing?"

Through Intuition, Su Qiu suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back. He spun around and caught Na'er's little hand. Annoyed, he said, "Pay attention in class. If you can't follow along, then meditate."

"Oh..."

Like a punctured balloon, Na'er lowered her head dejectedly.

Class did not end until then.

The moment it did, the students swarmed around Na'er and chattered away at her.

There were only two students in the class with Innate Full Soul Power.

Of them, Na'er was a timid, adorable genius with a gentle temperament.

Meanwhile, no one paid Su Qiu any attention. He was too fierce—whenever anyone approached, he glared at them. He was a proper Demon Child.

"It's been so long since I last attended class. I'm exhausted!"

Stretching lazily, Su Qiu left the classroom and leaned over the railing to get some air.

"No, no!"

Watching his retreating figure grow farther away, Na'er felt helpless. She wanted to follow him, but her classmates had surrounded her so tightly that she could not get out.

"Being too thin-skinned won't do."

Glancing back at Na'er, Su Qiu gradually accepted that, after so many coincidences, a little girl had entered his life.

Yeah, like a little sister.

Actually, raising Na'er's favorability wouldn't be bad either. If Gu Yue ever went crazy, Na'er might at least save his life.

Still, being this timid wouldn't do. Su Qiu could not stand to watch it. In his view, Na'er was mainly just too thin-skinned, but being thin-skinned meant suffering losses easily.

He began thinking about how to fix that flaw.

The days that followed were all much the same.

He went to school in the morning and raised Na'er's favorability.

At noon, he ate and cultivated his Soul Power.

He went to school in the afternoon and teased Na'er.

After school, he learned forging from Mu Chen.

And teased Mu Xi while he was at it.

At night, he underwent special training and endured Old Man's brutal beatings.

Three months passed like that.

Today, Eastsea City's Spirit Pagoda welcomed an important figure.

Inside the office at the top of the Spirit Pagoda.

A graceful, tall figure stood by the window. At first glance, the first thing one noticed was her fiery figure, followed by her sun-like aura. Only then did one notice her jade-like face.

The Spirit Pagoda's foremost beauty, Leng Yaozhu!

She was also the Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, a Rank 98 Super Douluo, a Four-word Battle Armor Master, with the title "Sky Phoenix."

"Oh my, what brings Sister Leng to my tiny East Sea Spirit Pagoda? What an honor."

Su Wuyan nodded and bowed at the side, looking every bit the fawning lapdog.

"Click, click, click..."

Leng Yaozhu walked over in high heels and sat before the desk, crossing and pressing together her beautiful long legs clad in black stockings.

"Don't call me Sister." Leng Yaozhu cast a glance at the rather aged-looking Su Wuyan, her cool voice carrying a trace of disdain.

"Tsk, Leng Tower Master." Su Wuyan shrugged helplessly. "Is something the matter?"

"Of course. Eastsea City is truly a place brimming with talent."

She casually picked up a file and flipped through it with her slender fingers.

"A few months ago, I passed through Eastsea and discovered a genius."

She noticed Xiao Qiu?

Su Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I had urgent business at the time, so after taking her as my disciple, I made some casual arrangements and left her here to fend for herself."

Oh, then it wasn't Xiao Qiu.

Su Wuyan resumed his goofy, lecherous grin.

"Dragon Sparrow, where did you learn to change your expression like that? It's quite amusing."

A hint of a smile appeared on Leng Yaozhu's lovely face.

"My disciple has quite the personality. I, a dignified Four-word Battle Armor Master, wanted to take her as my disciple, yet I still had to fulfill one of her requests."

Su Wuyan's eyelid twitched. He had a bad feeling about this.

"She wanted me to help find a benefactor. I investigated carefully, and oh my, that benefactor of hers is quite something."

That little girl?

Na'er's figure flashed through Su Wuyan's mind. He was instantly overcome with regret.

To be accepted as Sky Phoenix's disciple, just how great must her talent be? And I actually missed her!

Damn it, if I'd known, I should have persuaded Xiao Qiu to bring her home.

His expression turning serious, Leng Yaozhu slapped the file in her hand onto the desk and said sternly, "Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, and her first Soul Spirit is actually a Thousand-year Unyielding Soul Spirit—the Rending Sky Screaming Vulture."

She barked, "Dragon Sparrow, why didn't you report this? What are you trying to do?"

"What's wrong with not reporting it?"

With the matter exposed, Su Wuyan acted like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

"That's my nephew! What's wrong with keeping him to raise myself?"

"You're the branch tower master!" Leng Yaozhu narrowed her beautiful eyes, a trace of sharpness flashing within them.

"It would be one thing if it were someone else, but Su Qiu is your nephew. I can't understand why you concealed him."

"Reporting him would clearly let you obtain more resources from headquarters."

"I didn't conceal him that much. Who doesn't know I have a nephew named Su Qiu? It's just that all of you are too lazy to pay attention to a place like Eastsea." Su Wuyan rolled his eyes. "And don't talk to me about more resources."

"What can Qian Gu Dong Feng give us? Any good stuff would have long since gone to the Qian Gu Family. Even if he really did give something, what would the price be?"

"And besides, I don't trust him."

Su Wuyan stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table.

Why play tricks when everyone was an old fox?

"Your prejudice against the Tower Master is too great." Leng Yaozhu frowned.

"Then let me ask you something."

"Why did you leave your disciple to fend for herself in Eastsea? Were you really so busy that you didn't even have time to arrange things properly for her?"

"Just admit it. You're wary of him too."

"I admit that's part of the reason, but not all of it."

Leng Yaozhu shook her head. "I truly am not afraid of him. The main reason is that the girl herself wanted to stay here."

She sneered. "She said she wanted to attend school with your precious nephew."

Thinking of it gave her a headache. Three months ago, she had taken Na'er away for a day, but the moment Na'er left, she lost all appetite and became severely withdrawn.

That night, she even secretly cried the whole night, hiding in her room and shedding tiny pearls.

Leng Yaozhu had been completely out of options and had no choice but to send Na'er back.

"Good kid." Su Wuyan was delighted. That face of his hadn't gone to waste—he'd tied the girl down so easily.

He had witnessed their encounter that day from start to finish. Even Xiao Qiu's impatient-looking face had somehow managed to win the girl's heart.

"Let's leave it at that for now."

Leng Yaozhu rose and stretched lazily, revealing her alluring figure. Her long legs carried her toward the door.

"I want to see what that boy looks like, to have Na'er so smitten with him."