Stalker Pervert Xie Xie?

For Nan Fusheng, although he could be said to know the entire plot of Douluo 3, his understanding had not reached the level of mastery.

When he had read the novel back then, he had only skimmed through it, so he was not particularly clear on many of the finer details.

For instance, he only had a rough idea of how much Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline enhanced his physical body, and how strongly it suppressed dragon-type martial souls or Soul Beasts.

But after all, he had never witnessed it firsthand, so he was still rather unclear about such matters. He only knew that Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline could suppress every dragon bloodline on Douluo except that of the Silver Dragon King.

The reason he had deliberately held back today was simply to see where Tang Wulin's strength and limits lay. Otherwise, with his ability to Steal consciousness, they would have won long ago.

For example, when Zhang Yangzi and Wei Xiaofeng had first besieged Xie Xie, Nan Fusheng could have easily Stolen both of their consciousnesses if he had wanted to. In the end, though, he had only Stolen Zhang Yangzi's consciousness, leaving Wei Xiaofeng the chance to rescue him.

Later, when Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he could have directly Stolen their consciousnesses as well. Although Stealing the consciousnesses of two people in the state of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill sounded rather outrageous, Nan Fusheng's intuition told him that he could do it.

However, in order to observe Tang Wulin's strength, he had chosen to let the two attack Xie Xie, using that to provoke Tang Wulin. In the end, he got the result he wanted—though it had cost Xie Xie quite a bit.

How should he put it? It was absurd!

Once the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, two Soul Grandmasters, was unleashed, it could basically be said that no Soul Elder could stop it. Even a Soul Ancestor could only contend with it.

Yet Tang Wulin, a mere one-ring Soul Master, had beaten the two of them senseless—breaking one man's legs and the other's right arm. It was simply terrifying.

At the same time, these battles also made Nan Fusheng realize his own shortcomings. First was his lack of physical strength. Although his physical condition already far surpassed that of others his age at this stage, that might not remain true in the future.

After all, the improvements to his physique had basically all come from the advancement brought by Potions. His martial soul was not some powerful beast martial soul either. Though he was defined as a mage, he still had a heart that longed for close combat!

Second was his insufficient offensive ability. At present, he mostly defeated others by Stealing their consciousness, causing them to fall into a dazed state before claiming victory.

But this was, after all, merely a contest within an academy. A real battlefield was ever-changing. If he relied only on this ability, he might one day suffer a disastrous defeat.

Well, that was only if he relied solely on the abilities he displayed on the surface. If Nan Fusheng truly went all out, then leaving aside everything else, killing Wu Zhangkong would not be a problem.

So long as he was willing to use Sefirah Castle and the three Uniquenesses.

As for why Wu Zhangkong? Naturally, it was because Wu Zhangkong was the strongest Soul Master he had seen so far.

Of course, even if he could kill an opponent at the Soul Emperor level, Nan Fusheng would not go that far unless it was necessary. Using Sefirah Castle and the Uniquenesses carelessly would place an enormous burden on his mind.

"For offensive power, there's no need to rush for now. Soul Tools can make up for it, and when my Potions advance in the future, my offensive power will naturally catch up as well. Still, I really am craving Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King God Core."

Calm down! Nan Fusheng patted his cheeks, forcing himself to settle down. Making a move against Tang Wulin now would absolutely be a foolish choice. Tang San's Divine Sense within Tang Wulin alone would be more than enough to give Nan Fusheng a hard time.

Not to mention all the problems he would have to face afterward. The advantage of his foreknowledge would also vanish completely. He was still too weak right now and needed the plot to support him.

As Nan Fusheng began cultivating, he entered a meditative state and quickly reached the state of complete self-forgetfulness in meditation.

When Nan Fusheng woke from meditation, the sky had only just begun to brighten.

"My Soul Power has reached Level 17 too. I wonder what kind of Soul Skill my Second Soul Spirit will bring me."

Nan Fusheng stretched out his arms and clenched his fists. His Soul Spirit differed from everyone else's. Perhaps because it was defective, or perhaps because its consciousness had been replaced by his own, his Soul Spirit could increase its age through cultivation. However, unlike ordinary Soul Spirits, it could not provide him with multiple Soul Rings. This also meant that Nan Fusheng would probably need to absorb nine Soul Spirits.

"That works too. It's just like ancient times, when Soul Masters had to hunt a Soul Beast whenever their cultivation reached a new threshold. Besides, it's not bad for a Soul Spirit to lack its own consciousness. At least it's quieter this way."

Nan Fusheng glanced at Wang Ba and the other two, who were still fast asleep. Ever since he had withdrawn the Worms of Time from them, their fervor for cultivating desperately had gradually been worn away.

"Mm, as expected, I'm still a good person. I parasitized them before so they could cultivate properly. Otherwise, with their personalities, they probably wouldn't even have been willing to train during those first few days."

Having once again recognized himself as a good person, Nan Fusheng walked out of the dormitory on his own. However, as he passed the training field, he spotted a stalking pervert? Oh, no, it should have been Xie Xie!

Xie Xie's arms were still wrapped in bandages as he watched ahead with a faintly amused smile.

Following Xie Xie's gaze, Nan Fusheng saw Tang Wulin jogging around the training field with an unfamiliar senior girl.

She was a slender young girl who looked fourteen or fifteen. Her figure had already begun to develop, and her pink sportswear accentuated her graceful body. Her skin was pale and tender like congealed cream, while her long blue hair was tied into a neat ponytail. A white towel hung around her long, fair neck.

The girl was exceptionally beautiful, with exquisite features and large, watery eyes. Bathed in the light of the rising sun, her entire body seemed to be covered in a layer of golden radiance.

Nan Fusheng watched Tang Wulin jog slowly behind the girl. Even after they had finished running and said goodbye, Tang Wulin continued staring after her figure for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Then the stalking pervert? Oh no, Xie Xie stepped forward and called Tang Wulin back to himself, introducing the girl from before as Ouyang Zixin, the number one campus beauty of the Intermediate Division.

Nan Fusheng did not go over to speak with the two who were chatting. He headed straight for the cafeteria instead. After all, eating was what mattered most right now.

"Come to think of it, if Xie Xie's behavior just now counted as being a stalking pervert, then what am I? A stalker of a stalking pervert?"

Nan Fusheng shook his head and pulled his wandering thoughts back on track. The trace of guilt he had felt over setting Xie Xie up earlier vanished without a trace—assuming he had truly felt guilty in the first place.