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Shang An's soft shout cut off the middle-aged man in black. The man immediately shut his mouth, realizing that what he had said was somewhat taboo. These two were the Pope's disciples. If his gossip about the Pope got out, then he... Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out across his back.

At the same time, he gave Shang An a grateful look. If Shang An had not interrupted him in time, he might have said something even more treasonous. If the Pope found out, he would be lucky to escape with his life.

Shang An narrowed his eyes. This man clearly held a deep grudge against Yu Xiaogang. Still, he was not wrong. Shang An himself looked down on Yu Xiaogang in every respect.

If he was merely hostile toward Tang San, then he outright despised Yu Xiaogang. Yu Xiaogang might have possessed some knowledge, but it was nothing more than a compilation and summary of Spirit Hall's knowledge.

Things like the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories were just common knowledge mixed with his own guesses. He organized them and claimed he had discovered them himself, and several of his guesses were even wrong.

His research into Spirit Masters' Spirit Ring limits had likewise been derived from collected Spirit Hall research data and his own deductions. It was not accurate. He did not even know that ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings caused spiritual shock. He was nothing but a sham master, extremely similar to certain so-called experts from Shang An's previous life.

Unworthy of his position—those words described people like him perfectly. Calling himself the Number One Spirit Master Theorist was truly laughable.

Moreover, he was a coward and scum. In the original story, Liu Erlong had waited bitterly for him for twenty years, yet he had never sent even a single letter. Nor had he made things clear or completely cut ties with Liu Erlong. He had simply kept her hanging.

It was the same with Bibi Dong. He had used Bibi Dong to obtain much of Spirit Hall's data, including confidential information such as the Six-Winged Angel and Sea God Island. After being driven out of Spirit Hall, he had constantly resented Spirit Hall and blamed Bibi Dong.

He had even exploited Bibi Dong's feelings. After taking Tang San, the son of Spirit Hall's enemy, as his disciple, he had sought out Bibi Dong—who had been the Pope at the time—to ask about the method of Twin Martial Souls for Tang San's sake.

Did he not know Tang San was Spirit Hall's enemy? He knew, but he did not care. All he cared about was his laughable ideal.

Heh, there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters?

Then if he truly wanted to prove himself, should he not have taken a disciple with poor talent? Why had he chosen Tang San, who possessed Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power?

Without him, Tang San could still become a god. Perhaps his only use had been keeping Bibi Dong in check.

Bibi Dong's filter was also far too thick. She could not see Yu Xiaogang's true nature, and even when she died in the end, Yu Xiaogang was still on her mind.

Shang An rubbed his chin. Yu Xiaogang still carried considerable weight in Bibi Dong's heart at present. It seemed he would have to work twice as hard.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

The man in black led Shang An and Hu Liena into a room with a Registration Office sign hanging outside. Inside sat a little old man who looked to be over sixty. His eyes were so narrow that, unless one looked closely, they seemed shut.

He wore black-rimmed glasses and was currently holding an unknown book.

When he saw people enter, he unhurriedly put the book away. Shang An had practiced the Golden Eyes of Truth, and his eyesight was excellent. He vaguely caught sight of snowy white curves and exaggerated poses on its pages.

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

The old man stared at Shang An as though studying him closely. Shang An did not yield in the slightest, staring back without blinking. Neither said a word, leaving Hu Liena at the side feeling rather awkward as she shifted uneasily where she stood.

In the end, the old man was the first to lose patience.

"Ahem. You are Shang An, right? Could you show me your Martial Soul certificate?"

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

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

"What level are you at now?"

"Teacher, I am Level 27 now."

Shang An answered.

"Level 27?!"

The old man abruptly stood up. How was that possible? The Martial Soul certificate was recent, which meant Shang An had awakened his Martial Soul not long ago. How could he already be Level 27? It made no sense.

Wait, there was another possibility: the legendary Innate Level-Twenty Soul Power. That would explain it.

However, since the Martial Soul certificate stated Innate Full Soul Power, he naturally knew what to do. He did not ask further questions and simply pretended to know nothing as he processed their enrollment.

"Your class is Class A-1."

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

Hu Liena was delighted upon hearing Shang An's class assignment.

"That's wonderful. We'll get to see each other every day from now on, Junior Brother."

Without waiting for Shang An to respond, she took his hand and pulled him outside.

"Junior Brother, I'll take you to meet the homeroom teacher first."

At the same time, she did not forget to say something to the old man.

"Thank you, Teacher. Goodbye, Teacher."

Next, Hu Liena took Shang An to meet Class A-1's homeroom teacher and complete his registration, then led him around the academy.

They finally stopped at the cafeteria.

"Junior Brother, do you want to try the academy cafeteria's food? You'll officially start classes tomorrow."

Shang An did not mind either way.

"Then I'll listen to Senior Sister."

"Junior Brother, let me tell you, the best food 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 here, Hu Liena had taken the initiative to treat him.

However, Hu Liena was feeling somewhat depressed at the moment.

"Junior Brother, why don't those cafeteria aunties' hands shake when they serve you?"

Clearly, Hu Liena was a little upset at being treated differently.

"Maybe they think I'm too handsome."

Hu Liena had originally wanted to retort, "You're so narcissistic," but as she looked at Shang An's flawless face, she instead said,

"Junior Brother, you're right."

"No matter what they do, they can only watch. Junior Brother, you're mine."

After saying that, she sensed something was wrong and hurriedly added,

"I mean, Junior Brother, you and I are a pair."

"Ah!"

The more she spoke, the worse it became. The little fox's face turned completely red. She lowered her head, too embarrassed to look at Shang An, and buried herself in her food. She even pulled several dishes closer to herself, as though trying to turn her embarrassment into appetite.

Shang An found it quite amusing and teasingly said,

"Senior Sister is mine too."

Hu Liena's face flushed even redder. She did not dare raise her head to look at Shang An, yet threads of joy rose in her heart, sweet as honey.

Shang An stopped speaking as well and focused on clearing the food before him. It had to be said that the food at Spirit Hall Soul Master Academy was indeed excellent. Every dish was made with ingredients taken from Spirit Beasts, and two of the dishes they had ordered were made from hundred-year Spirit Beast meat.

After eating several pieces of Spirit Beast meat, Shang An felt his Soul Power increase slightly. If one could eat Spirit Beast meat year-round, it really could improve cultivation speed.

However, eating Spirit Beast meat every day was not something ordinary people could afford. The saying that scholars were poor while warriors were rich was vividly embodied in this fantasy world.

The next day,

Class A-1

A middle-aged woman stood at the podium, with a dozen or so youths around twelve years old seated below.

"Students, our class has a new student today. Let's welcome him with applause."

Sparse applause rose from below, though Hu Liena clapped especially hard.

Amid the applause, Shang An walked onto the podium.

"Xiao An, introduce yourself."

Shang An nodded and calmly said,

"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 immediately began discussing among themselves.

"He actually has Innate Full Soul Power!"

"He looks so young!"

"Maybe he just has a baby face."

"What kind of Martial Soul is the Taiyi Bead?"

"I don't know."

"It should be some kind of mutated Martial Soul."

The middle-aged teacher raised her hand, and the classroom immediately fell silent. Then she said to Shang An,

"Student Shang An, go find a seat. We are about to begin class officially."

"Yes, Teacher."

Shang An obediently replied.

Then, he swept his gaze over the seats below. The little fox was among them.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, sit here with me!"

Hu Liena waved her arm at Shang An.

Shang An did not hesitate and walked directly over to sit beside Hu Liena.

Yan's face darkened somewhat from the back as he said to Xie Yue beside him,

"Who is this kid?"

At this point, Yan was already showing signs of becoming Hu Liena's simp.

Xie Yue thought for a moment and said,

"I heard the Pope recently accepted a new disciple. It should be him."

Then, his expression became a little unnatural as he said,

"I was wondering why Nana asked me to move to the back. So it was for this kid."

Girls grew up and drifted away! Forget it, as long as Nana was happy.

Though Xie Yue was unhappy, his sister's happiness was the most important thing to him. Since his sister liked Shang An, he would not say anything more.

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

Yan, however, was unwilling to accept it.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what this kid can do."

Still, he did not cause trouble on the spot. After all, class was in session.

Yet as the lesson progressed, Yan's face grew darker and darker. Shang An and Hu Liena sat closer and closer together, nearly pressed against each other. Shang An even dared to pinch Nana's cheek. How did he dare?!

The key was that Hu Liena did not resist in the slightest, looking as though she would let him do whatever he wanted.

He had never even touched Nana's hand. Hu Liena had never shown him a pleasant expression, and she had even beaten him up once after he confessed to her.

Damn it! That damned brat.

My goddess!