Still Those Troublesome Brats (Sixth Update)

Several months flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy to begin its term.

Holy Soul Village had already become a well-known prosperous village thanks to Lin Yue's improved farming methods. Old Jack regarded the two children as the pride of the entire village and had long since bought them brand-new outfits.

Tang San changed into a new set of dark blue cloth clothes, finely stitched and soft to the touch, making his slender frame look a little more spirited.

Lin Yue chose a neat white training outfit, with tightened cuffs and trouser legs that made it convenient for her to swing her spear and practice at any time. Her high ponytail was tied neatly with a new red ribbon, and she looked heroic and full of energy.

Both of them looked exceptionally spirited.

Old Jack led the two children and took the village's best carriage, swaying all the way to Nuoding City.

Looking at the imposing words "Nuoding City" above the gates, Lin Yue could not help weighing the Evil Repeller Battle Spear hidden in her bundle, her eyes brimming with excitement—

Her journey across Douluo Continent was finally about to officially begin.

But the moment the three of them arrived at the entrance of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, they were stopped.

The academy gates were exceptionally grand. The two black-lacquered doors were studded with copper nails, and two uniformed gatekeepers stood outside, sizing up Old Jack and the two children with slanted eyes, their gazes filled with undisguised contempt.

"What are you here for? This is Nuoding Soul Master Academy, not some place for country bumpkins to wander around. Get lost, hurry up and get lost!"

The gatekeeper on the left waved his hand impatiently, barking at them as if shooing flies, his tone full of arrogance.

Old Jack quickly stepped forward, smiling as he handed over the certificate issued by Spirit Hall. "Sirs, we're from Holy Soul Village. These two children are the Soul Masters who awakened in our village this year. They both have Innate Full Soul Power and have come to enroll in the academy."

"Holy Soul Village? Never heard of it."

The gatekeeper took the certificate and glanced over it. When he saw the words "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Innate Full Soul Power," he immediately sneered and looked up at Tang San with utter disdain.

"Blue Silver Grass? Innate Full Soul Power? Who are you trying to fool? That trash Martial Soul has Innate Full Soul Power? I'd say you country folk found some shady way to forge a fake certificate!"

The other gatekeeper laughed as well, sweeping his gaze over the three of them before saying sarcastically, "Exactly. Can a golden phoenix really fly out of a grass nest? One has a useless Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and the other is some wild girl who didn't even state her Martial Soul. You want to enter Nuoding Academy? I think you're here to swindle food and lodging! Get lost, or we'll set the dogs on you!"

As he spoke, the gatekeeper grinned viciously and shoved Old Jack hard in the chest. The old man was already unsteady on his feet, and the push sent him staggering backward. He was about to fall onto the hard stone pavement.

Tang San's pupils contracted. Almost instinctively, he flashed behind Old Jack and steadily caught the old man by the back, helping him regain his footing.

But the instant he caught Old Jack, the warmth in his eyes vanished, leaving only piercing coldness and killing intent.

The fundamental rules of the Tang Sect from his previous life were carved into his bones—once an opponent was confirmed to be an enemy, no mercy could be shown. They had to be killed in a single strike, lest trouble drag on and future calamity be left behind.

These two gatekeepers had not only insulted them verbally but had also viciously attacked elderly Old Jack. If he let this pass today, they might trouble them again in the future, or even target Grandpa Old Jack.

His right hand silently slipped into his sleeve, his fingertips already touching the Silent Sleeve Arrow he had spent half a month carefully crafting from scraps from the Blacksmith Shop.

The arrowhead had been coated with a potent anesthetic he had gathered from the back mountain. It was not lethal, but it could instantly rob someone of their ability to move. Yet if aimed at the throat, it was enough to kill with a single blow.

His fingers had already gripped the mechanism, his gaze locked tightly onto the gatekeeper who had shoved Old Jack. The next second, he was about to pull the trigger.

But at that moment, a figure moved faster than he did, stepping in front of him and firmly placing herself between him and the two gatekeepers, perfectly blocking the firing angle of his sleeve arrow.

Lin Yue pulled Old Jack behind her in one motion. Her clear eyes instantly turned cold as she stared at the two still-arrogant gatekeepers, her voice carrying biting frost. "Watch your mouths. That certificate was personally issued by a deacon from Spirit Hall headquarters. Are you questioning Spirit Hall's authority? Or do you two gatekeepers think you understand Martial Souls better than a Spirit Hall deacon?"

"Oh? This little girl's got quite the attitude?"

The gatekeeper was stunned by her retort before flying into a rage out of embarrassment. "You're all a bunch of swindlers! You dare use Spirit Hall to pressure us? You can forget about entering through these gates today!"

As he spoke, he reached out to shove Lin Yue again, but the moment his hand extended, the sight before him frightened him stiff.

With a flick of Lin Yue's right hand, an extreme black radiance erupted. A pitch-black Battle Spear streaked with dark red patterns appeared in her palm, its spear tip gleaming with cold light as fierce battle aura rushed toward them.

And beneath her feet, a yellow hundred-year Soul Ring slowly rose, gently revolving around her body. The patterns on the Soul Ring were clearly visible, and dense Soul Power fluctuations instantly swept across the entire entrance.

"M-Martial Soul! And a Soul Ring?!"

"A hundred-year Soul Ring! Her first Soul Ring is a hundred-year one?!"

The two gatekeepers' faces turned deathly pale. Their legs gave out, and with a thud, they dropped to their knees in unison, trembling like sieves and not daring to lift their heads.

They had guarded the academy gates for years and had seen plenty of geniuses, but they had never seen a six-year-old child who already possessed a hundred-year first Soul Ring!

What did that mean? It meant she was one of the top geniuses on the entire continent!

Forget two insignificant gatekeepers like them—even the academy's headmaster would have to treat such a genius politely!

They had actually mocked such a genius and even laid hands on her. Were they not courting death?

"M-Milady, spare us! We were blind! We judged people by appearances! Please forgive us just this once!"

The two gatekeepers knelt on the ground and frantically kowtowed. Their foreheads were bleeding from the impacts, and they did not even dare breathe too loudly.

They had only wanted to extort a little entry fee.

Lin Yue gave them a cold glance, withdrew her Martial Soul and Soul Ring, and did not bother arguing further with such minor characters.

Behind her, Tang San had already silently put away the sleeve arrow in his sleeve. The killing intent in his eyes had completely receded, and he returned to his calm, obedient appearance. Yet when he looked at Lin Yue's back, his eyes held a few more complicated emotions.

He was both surprised by how quickly Lin Yue had reacted and faintly relieved.

If he had truly fired the sleeve arrow just now and injured someone at the academy entrance, it would inevitably have caused unnecessary trouble and might even have exposed his Tang Sect secret arts. Lin Yue's actions had conveniently resolved the problem for him and protected his secret as well.

He had really come dangerously close to losing control.