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Shang An gave a light shout, cutting the middle-aged man in black off. The man immediately clamped his mouth shut, realizing he had touched upon a taboo. These two were the Pope's disciples; if his disparaging remarks about the Pope were to spread, he would... Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead at the thought.

He also cast a grateful look at Shang An. If not for that timely interruption, he might have continued to spout something treasonous. If the Pope were to find out, he wouldn't just lose his life; he'd be skinned alive.

Shang An narrowed his eyes. This man held a deep grudge against Yu Xiaogang, but he wasn't wrong. In truth, Shang An also looked down on Yu Xiaogang—he looked down on him in every conceivable way.

If his feelings toward Tang San were merely hostility, his feelings toward Yu Xiaogang were pure disgust. Yu Xiaogang might have had some knowledge, but it was nothing more than a summary and compilation of Martial Soul Hall's existing research.

Things like the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories were just common sense mixed with his own conjectures; he would compile them and claim them as his own discoveries, and several of his guesses were actually wrong.

His research on the limits of Spirit Rings for Spirit Masters was also based on data collected from Martial Soul Hall, supplemented by his own deductions, and it wasn't accurate. He didn't even know that ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings carried soul shocks. He was essentially a fraud of a master, remarkably similar to certain "experts" from his previous life.

"Incompetent and undeserving" was the perfect description for such a person. His self-proclaimed title as the number one in the field of Spirit Master theory was truly laughable.

Furthermore, he was a coward and a scumbag. In the original story, Liu Erlong waited for him for twenty years. He never sent a single letter, yet he refused to clarify things or cut ties completely, keeping her on a string like that.

The same went for Bibi Dong. He used her to obtain a wealth of data from Martial Soul Hall, including classified information like the Six-Winged Angel and Sea God Island. After being driven out of Martial Soul Hall, he harbored resentment and blamed Bibi Dong.

He even exploited Bibi Dong's feelings. After taking Tang San—the son of Martial Soul Hall's enemy—as his disciple, he actually approached Bibi Dong, who was the Pope at the time, to seek the method for cultivating Twin Martial Souls for Tang San's sake.

Did he not know that Tang San was an enemy of Martial Soul Hall? He knew, but he didn't care. In his heart, there was only his own ridiculous ideal.

Heh, "There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Spirit Masters"?

If he truly wanted to prove himself, shouldn't he have chosen a disciple with poor talent? Why did he choose Tang San, who possessed Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power?

Without him, Tang San could still have become a god. His only real function was perhaps to act as a tether for Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong also wore rose-tinted glasses too thick to see Yu Xiaogang's true face; even at the moment of her death, she was still thinking of him.

Shang An rubbed his chin. Currently, Yu Xiaogang still held significant weight in Bibi Dong's heart. It seemed he would have to redouble his efforts.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Please, come in."

The man in black led Shang An and Hu Liena into a room marked with a registration sign. A small old man, looking to be over sixty, sat inside. His eyes were so narrow that if you didn't look closely, it seemed as if he were keeping them closed.

He wore black-rimmed glasses and was currently holding a book of unknown origin.

Seeing someone enter, he unhurriedly put the book away. Shang An had practiced the Golden Eyes of Truth and possessed excellent eyesight; he vaguely saw some snow-white curves and exaggerated poses on the pages.

The man in black stepped forward, said a few words to the old man at the registration desk, and then turned to leave.

The old man stared at Shang An, scrutinizing him carefully. Shang An did not back down, looking right back at him without blinking. Neither of them spoke, which made Hu Liena, standing to the side, feel quite awkward and restless.

In the end, the old man was the first to break.

"Ahem, you must be Shang An. May I see your Martial Soul certificate?"

Shang An took out the Martial Soul certificate Hu Liena had given him and handed it over.

"Hmm, Martial Soul Taiyi Bead, Innate Full Soul Power. Not bad, not bad."

"What is your current level?"

"Teacher, I am currently level twenty-seven."

Shang An replied.

"Level twenty-seven?!"

The old man stood up abruptly. How was this possible? The Martial Soul certificate was brand new, meaning Shang An had only just awakened his Martial Soul. How could he already be level twenty-seven? It didn't make sense.

Wait, there was one other possibility: the legendary Innate Level 20 Soul Power. That would explain it.

However, since the certificate stated Innate Full Soul Power, he naturally knew what to do. He didn't ask further, choosing to act as if he knew nothing, and helped them complete the enrollment procedures.

"Your class is Class A-1."

"Junior brother, we're in the same class!"

Hu Liena was pleasantly surprised to hear Shang An's class assignment.

"That's great! Now I can see you every day, junior brother."

Without waiting for Shang An to respond, she grabbed his hand and walked outside.

"Junior brother, let me take you to see your homeroom teacher first."

At the same time, she didn't forget to say to the old man, "Thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."

Next, Hu Liena took Shang An to meet the homeroom teacher of Class A-1 to finish the registration, and then she took him on a tour around the academy.

Finally, they stopped at the cafeteria.

"Junior brother, do you want to try the food in the academy cafeteria? You'll be starting classes officially tomorrow, you know."

Shang An didn't mind.

"Then I'll listen to you, senior sister."

"Junior brother, let me tell you, the best thing in the academy cafeteria is the Teppanyaki Crocodile Meat, and the Qingning Fish Balls..."

At the dining table, the two ordered five or six dishes, all recommended by Hu Liena. Since it was Shang An's first day, Hu Liena insisted on treating him.

It was just that, at this moment, Hu Liena felt a little depressed.

"Junior brother, why is it that when you get your food, those ladies' hands don't shake at all?"

Clearly, Hu Liena was feeling a bit moody after experiencing such discriminatory treatment.

"That's probably because they find me too handsome."

Upon hearing this, Hu Liena originally wanted to retort with a "how narcissistic," but looking at Shang An's perfect face, she actually said, "Junior brother, you're right."

"Anyway, no matter what they do, they can only look; junior brother, you are mine."

After saying that, she felt it was inappropriate and added, "I mean, junior brother, you and I are a pair."

"Ah!"

The more she spoke, the more she blundered. The little fox's face turned completely red. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Shang An, and buried herself in her meal, even pulling several dishes toward her side as if to turn her embarrassment into appetite.

Shang An found it quite amusing and teased, "Senior sister is mine, too."

Hu Liena's face turned even redder. She didn't dare look up at Shang An, but a trace of joy rose in her heart, as if she had eaten honey.

Shang An stopped talking and focused on finishing the food in front of him. It had to be said that the food at Spirit Hall Soul Master Academy was indeed excellent; every dish was made from ingredients harvested from Spirit Beasts. Among the few dishes the two had ordered, two were made from the meat of century-level Spirit Beasts.

After consuming a few pieces of Spirit Beast meat, Shang An felt his soul power increase slightly. If one could eat Spirit Beast meat year-round, it would certainly increase their cultivation speed.

However, eating Spirit Beast meat every day was not something an ordinary person could afford. The saying "the poor study, the rich practice martial arts" was vividly reflected in this fantasy world.

The next day, Class A-1.

A middle-aged woman stood on the podium, with a dozen or so twelve-year-old youths below.

"Students, today our class has a new student. Let's give him a round of applause."

Scattered applause broke out from below, though Hu Liena clapped quite vigorously.

Amidst the applause, Shang An walked onto the podium.

"Xiao An, introduce yourself."

Shang An nodded and said calmly, "Hello everyone, my name is Shang An. My martial soul is the Taiyi Bead, I have Innate Full Soul Power, and I enjoy reading."

As soon as Shang An finished speaking, the students below began to discuss.

"It's actually Innate Full Soul Power!"

"He looks so young!"

"Maybe he just looks young for his age."

"What kind of martial soul is the Taiyi Bead?"

"I don't know."

"It must be some kind of mutated martial soul."

The middle-aged female teacher raised her hand, and the classroom immediately quieted down. She then said to Shang An, "Student Shang An, go find a seat. We are going to start class officially."

"Yes, teacher."

Shang An replied obediently.

He then scanned the seats below with his gaze, and the little fox was among them.

"Junior brother, junior brother, sit here!"

Hu Liena waved her arms at Shang An.

Shang An did not hesitate and walked straight over to sit next to Hu Liena.

Yan, sitting behind them, looked a bit dark-faced and said to Xie Yue beside him, "Who is this kid?"

At this point, Yan already had a tendency to become a simp for Hu Liena.

Xie Yue thought for a moment and said, "I heard the Pope took in a new disciple; it must be him."

Then, with an unnatural expression, he added, "I was wondering why Nana wanted me to move to the back; it turns out it was for this kid."

Girls grow up and look outward! Forget it, as long as Nana is happy.

Although Xie Yue felt unhappy, in his heart, his sister's happiness was the most important thing. Since his sister liked Shang An, he wouldn't say anything more.

Besides, Shang An's talent was quite good—Innate Full Soul Power—he was worthy of his Nana.

Yan, however, was somewhat unwilling to accept this.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what kind of skills this brat actually has."

But he didn't cause a scene on the spot; after all, they were currently in class.

Yet, as the lesson progressed, Yan's face grew darker and darker. Shang An and Hu Liena were sitting closer and closer, almost pressed against each other, and to make matters worse, Shang An actually dared to pinch Nana's cheek—how could he be so bold!

The crucial part was that Hu Liena didn't resist in the slightest, looking as if she were completely willing to let him do whatever he pleased.

He hadn't even touched Nana's hand before, and Hu Liena had never given him a pleasant look; he had even been beaten up by her once for confessing his feelings.

Damn it! That accursed brat.

My goddess!