"Master" Ten Thousand Years Later

Xiao Yi looked with some helplessness at Tang Wutong, who had already fallen into a deep sleep across from him. There was still a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth, and her sleeping posture was far from elegant, sprawled out on the bed in a star shape.

Ever since they returned to the dormitory, Tang Wutong had been pulling Xiao Yi along to talk about this and that. It was clear the child had been stifled for years; she blurted out everything that came to mind, and later, unsatisfied, she even changed the background stories of events in the God Realm and spilled it all out in one go.

How Uncle Zi was often forced to kneel on a washboard by his wife, Auntie Green.

How Uncle Bai and Uncle Sausage would occasionally sneak off to the homes of other goddesses.

How Auntie Ning's home was filled with many beautiful flowers and the like.

Xiao Yi found it quite interesting to listen to, as he knew exactly who these people referred to. At the same time, he was genuinely speechless. Who said Tang Wutong was difficult? She was just a pure, naive sweetheart; this was the type who would fall hardest when they became obsessed with love.

The mere thought of Xiao Yi, years down the line, standing before Tang San with a pregnant Tang Wutong—who was already holding another child—made him struggle to suppress a laugh.

Since Tang San had already reached out his hand toward him, Xiao Yi would naturally accept the gesture and return the favor with a grand gift.

...The next morning, Xiao Yi retracted the transparent flames flickering on his body and exhaled a long, turbid breath. His soul power cultivation speed remained rapid, but his physical fitness was failing to keep pace with his soul power rank.

This was currently Xiao Yi's greatest shortcoming. One could tell just by looking at the color of his soul rings; the evolution of a soul beast actually corresponded to both his physical strength and his cultivation as a soul master.

Right now, his soul master cultivation was sufficient to evolve his soul beast and increase his soul ring age, but because his soul power was growing too quickly, his physical fitness couldn't keep up. This was the disadvantage of being a rogue soul master with no money...

Xiao Yi pondered whether he should find a wealthy woman. Although there was one right beside him, he had other plans for her; his main goal was to turn her into a love-obsessed girl to disgust Tang San. After all, it was Tang San who had first put the dog leash on him. There were no other conflicts for now, but this was a grudge he had to settle.

Xiao Yi's view of Tang San remained the same as before: books were ultimately different from reality, and one only knows the truth upon meeting. However, because Tang San's reputation in his past life was so poor, Xiao Yi remained vigilant toward him from beginning to end. After all, if he wanted to become a god, he was destined to face Tang San. If the other party were to trip him up or interfere, it would be a life-or-death situation.

As for what would happen to the naive, love-obsessed Princess Tang if that really came to pass, that was a problem for another day. Xiao Yi would not become love-obsessed himself; cultivation was not for the sake of showing off or chasing girls—that would be meaningless. Don't talk to him about pursuing strength; in the end, isn't it all just to show off?

Waking up the still-sleepy Tang Wutong, Xiao Yi got up to wash. After their all-night conversation, Tang Wutong's attitude toward Xiao Yi had undergone a earth-shattering change. Aside from being a bit willful and tsundere, she had no other flaws.

It was just that this girl's acting skills were truly subpar. Even while disguised as a man, she always struck a feminine pose. Perhaps it was only that way in his eyes, though; to everyone else, Tang Wutong was just a handsome guy who kept people at a distance, looking at everyone as if they owed her eight million Gold Soul Coins.

The academy's efficiency was extremely high. Once they said Zhou Yi was fired, she was gone. The teacher who came to replace her was an old acquaintance to Xiao Yi.

Wang Yan, a Soul King in the original work who possessed the Coiling Dragon Staff martial soul.

His cultivation wasn't particularly powerful, but his theoretical knowledge of martial souls was formidable. He was also very curious about Xiao Yi's martial soul and had specifically come over to inquire, his demeanor extremely humble.

"Student Xiao Yi, I heard your martial soul can summon soul beasts. Could you let me observe it? Among this year's freshmen, there is another student who can summon soul beasts, but theirs can only summon energy constructs." Wang Yan pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes shining with the light of intellectual curiosity.

Xiao Yi naturally didn't refuse; it was just a small favor.

Three purple soul rings slowly rose from beneath Xiao Yi's feet, causing the surrounding students—even those who had seen it before—to let out a gasp.

Tang Wutong curled her lip to the side, silently complaining in her heart that this guy really knew how to show off.

Huo Yutong and Xiao Xiao looked at Xiao Yi with eyes full of longing.

Huo Yutong longed for strength; Xiao Xiao longed for Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's third soul ring flashed, and ripples appeared in the space. A giant blue python poked its head out from the void, affectionately rubbing its head against Xiao Yi's palm.

Wang Yan was beaming with excitement as he recorded everything before him. The notebook in his hand was filled with writing in an instant, and he muttered to himself.

"The martial soul is a physical soul beast. Could this be a special state of the Martial Soul Avatar?"

"The state also has similarities to an externalized beast-type martial soul."

"There are small bumps on the head and two tiny protrusions on the abdomen. Can it evolve as the soul master grows?"

Wang Yan was trembling with excitement, touching the scales of the Nether Cold Ice Python with his left hand while examining its abdomen and head with his right.

After filling several pages, he was finally satisfied and bowed deeply to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi waved his hand to indicate it was no problem. He always held high goodwill and patience for researchers like this. Moreover, this data and research were beneficial to his own cultivation; since he wasn't skilled in this area himself, having someone else research it so he could simply reap the results was the best outcome.

Xiao Yi retracted his martial soul, and the surrounding students scattered like birds and beasts. Although he didn't like being surrounded like this, doing it once in a while wasn't a big deal.

Once the crowd dispersed, only a few people remained: an impatient Tang Wutong, the two little loli girls in blue and green, and Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan waving at them from not far away.

Seeing the four of them walking toward her, Jiang Nannan was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected the junior Tang Ya mentioned to be him.

Tang Ya couldn't keep a secret to save her life. Before Jiang Nannan could even ask, she spilled everything. Hearing that Tang Ya was coming to find her junior sister and that Xiao Yi was also in that class, she had curiously come over to take a look.

"Senior Sister Tang Ya, and this must be Senior Sister Jiang Nannan, we meet again."

After the group finished their greetings, Tang Ya was somewhat surprised.

"Xiao Yi, you know Nannan?"

"I don't know her; it just happened that she was the one handling the registration when I signed up," Xiao Yi said truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Tang Ya clearly looked relieved, leaving Jiang Nannan with black lines across her forehead. Her best friend's brain was likely a bit faulty.

Xiao Yi chuckled, looking at Tang Ya with a slightly teasing gaze.

Tang Ya coughed dryly, averted her eyes unnaturally, and looked at Huo Yutong beside her.

"Let's go, little Yutong. This Sect Master has already prepared a stall for you. Let's head out now." The lively Tang Ya remained full of energy. The four girls, each with their own unique charm, formed a beautiful landscape as they headed toward the night market.

Xiao Yi sighed that it was good to be young, choosing not to join in the fun.

"What do you mean 'good to be young'? Why are you acting so mature, you guy? You're clearly not that old yourself." Tang Wutong was speechless at Xiao Yi's exclamation.

Xiao Yi only smiled.