Sister Run Is Here

"Oh? Really?"

Xuanyuan Sheng smiled slightly, his hand suddenly trembling, causing the sword blade to twist along with it.

"Hey, hey... hey..."

Huo Yuhao was so startled that he shifted in the direction the sword was veering.

"It seems you aren't as tough as you imagine; you can't even withstand a single sword." Xuanyuan Sheng flipped his wrist, and his Martial Soul vanished. "Leave now, and you won't have to eat a fist."

Huo Yuhao refused to give up on this opportunity that was within arm's reach; he wanted to give it one more try.

He was capable of using his Spirit Eyes and mental power to clearly predict the situation in advance.

However, not far away, someone watching the standoff between the two had an expression of uncontrollable frustration.

Zhou Yi truly hadn't expected that Huo Yuhao, a student in her class, would be causing trouble with someone from another class instead of diligently cultivating his Soul Power and following Fan Yu to learn about the Soul Tool Department.

Did he have no idea at all what his own Soul Power Level was?

Thinking back to when Huo Yuhao had a conflict with a student in class, he had said: "Even if I die, I will bite a piece of flesh off your neck."

Influenced by those words, she felt the current Huo Yuhao was a bit ridiculous; in just a short time, that ferocity of his had been completely worn away.

He still pushed his training intensity to the limit every day.

But that fierce look from the beginning was already gone.

As for having an eye for talent...

Although she, Zhou Yi, had not read many books.

But Yu Xiaogang, whom she remembered, had read many books, which was why she had chosen to recommend Huo Yuhao to Fan Yu after analyzing the Martial Souls of the students in her class that day.

Although the talent she truly needed hadn't been sent to the Soul Tool Department to help Fan Yu carry forward the Soul Tool Department.

But after seeing some basic information about Xuanyuan Sheng from the director, Du Weilun, that day, Zhou Yi, with her extensive knowledge, had sensed something hidden.

At the time, many possessors of Tool Martial Souls had said that when Xuanyuan Sheng used his sword, they felt a sense of heart palpitations, as if it were a feeling that naturally belonged to a part of them.

If a Martial Soul were a superior, then the Martial Soul should express submission, and the reason Xuanyuan Sheng's Martial Soul had that effect was very likely because he possessed a mental talent.

He was a natural-born talent for a Soul Tool Master.

Therefore, Zhou Yi had to proceed with caution this time, winning his favor before taking him under Fan Yu's tutelage.

It was just that, what was that brat Huo Yuhao still doing there? Did he really want to get beaten up?

Huo Yuhao stared intently at Xuanyuan Sheng, who was holding Xiao Xiao. Because of Xiao Xiao's presence, the other person's movements were actually not very convenient, and perhaps he had a chance to get the medicinal pill in Xiao Xiao's hand.

Asking where it came from would likely be difficult; since the other party was determined not to say, they had probably already made an agreement with the person selling the pill.

He could only rely on his Purple Demon Eye and his sleight of hand to snatch the small object hanging from his side.

In the Tang Sect, he, Huo Yuhao, specialized in practicing Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, the Tang Sect's top-tier control and grappling technique.

He had asked Teacher Tang Ya to help him bring back a few fish from the campus kitchen's procurement, but Teacher Tang Ya had been busy and had not chosen to help him.

So he could only practice more on his own, and then, in the process of catching fish, perform practical training on the variations of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

One capture, one control.

Huo Yuhao was extremely confident.

He firmly believed that even if the opponent was a Soul Master far beyond the third ring, he still had a certain chance.

He had seen this person holding Xiao Xiao before; they were in the same grade, so even if he were a genius, he couldn't possibly be above the fourth ring, right?

Otherwise, why would he be staying in the first grade?

Huo Yuhao was extremely confident in his heart, using his Purple Demon Eye and his Spirit Eyes in advance to scout out the opponent's movements clearly.

Then, he curled his fingers, forming a motion to hook and restrain someone.

Xuanyuan Sheng vaguely felt something attach itself to him, but the movement coming from his body was similar to the force of a strand of hair binding him.

Noticing that the technique he used had already attached to the opponent, a smile hooked at the corner of Huo Yuhao's mouth.

He suddenly erupted, his eyes fixed on the opponent's posture, his hands repeating the motion.

But things went contrary to his wishes.

Xuanyuan Sheng slapped Huo Yuhao directly in the face.

Simple and brutal, without any unnecessary movements.

Huo Yuhao clutched his face in disbelief; how could this happen? He had made enough preparations; it was impossible for him to be hit so easily by someone else.

"You are too weak. Do you really have no awareness of your current strength?" Xuanyuan Sheng spread his hands and shook his head.

As for Xiao Xiao, who had been firmly held by Xuanyuan Sheng, she had been hugging her chest, enjoying the warm embrace, but before she could experience it in detail, everything ended.

Her whole body slipped and she fell straight to the ground.

Huo Yuhao felt some unwillingness; if Xuanyuan Sheng hadn't been here, then perhaps he would have already obtained that medicinal pill by now.

And then he would have handed the pill over to Brother Tianmeng.

With Brother Tianmeng's experience, it would surely be easy to decipher what ingredients were needed for this medicinal pill, and then he could attempt to refine it; everything seemed to be proceeding in an orderly fashion.

It was just a pity that he no longer had the opportunity to do so.

When that golden longsword appeared, a feeling of fear welled up from the bottom of his heart, and even Brother Tianmeng was urging him to leave.

"Hurry and leave, Yuhao! Be careful of getting slashed, hurry up!"

Huo Yuhao had no choice but to grit his teeth and leave, terrified that the other party might suddenly lash out the very next second.

Xuanyuan Sheng scratched his head. Running so fast? That shouldn't be right, should it?

Beyond being the Holy Sword of Humanity, his Xuanyuan Sword possessed another identity: it was the Benevolent Sword of Humanity.

The Xuanyuan Sword was indeed of a much higher quality than those Tool Martial Souls, but by nature, it would never exert some inexplicable sense of oppression over them precisely because it was a Benevolent Sword.

Those soul masters only felt such strong oppression because their mental fortitude was simply lacking.

Unless they let Xuanyuan Sheng actually strike them with a blow.

Only after they didn't kick the bucket would Xuanyuan Sheng admit that it was his sword that had frightened them.

Xiao Xiao, who had been waiting for a long time without seeing anyone, climbed up while clutching her backside and looked at him resentfully: "How could you be like this? It wasn't fun at all."

I finally had a moment of peace, yet you, Xiao Sheng, made me lose so thoroughly.

"Alright, Lexuan is here... Uh, Ma Xiaotao is here too?"

Not far away, Zhang Lexuan and Ma Xiaotao were walking toward him side by side.

What made Xuanyuan Sheng feel a bit strange was why these two were together.

He saw Zhang Lexuan every day since they lived in the same pavilion, but Ma Xiaotao was different.

Ever since the "very moist" sister remark went viral in the Mimicry Cultivation Ground, many people had been speculating about it for quite some time.

It was fortunate that this era lacked things like mobile phones, otherwise, Xuanyuan Sheng definitely wouldn't have been able to leave the pavilion.

But for him, it was still a bit of a hassle.

This thing was gossip, after all, being passed from person to person.

As luck would have it, during these few days of free time, Zhang Lexuan had heard passersby reenact the evil, wild, and arrogant expression Ma Xiaotao had worn at the Mimicry Cultivation Ground.

Accompanied by the line: "Zhang Lexuan, your little brother... is very moist!"

Her inner volcano had been suppressed ever since.