Transfer Student

Early the next morning, while Martial Soul City was still shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist, Gu Qingshan was dragged out of his bed by guards sent by Bibi Dong.

"Young Master, His Holiness the Pope has ordered that you report to the Martial Soul Academy today." The guard stood outside the door, his tone respectful.

Gu Qingshan rubbed his eyes and opened the door, still wearing his wrinkled pajamas, the corners of his mouth stained with the pale blue juice left over from chewing a Blue Silver Leaf before bed last night.

"What time is it?"

"A quarter past seven."

Gu Qingshan fell silent for a moment. He had been a standard night owl before he transmigrated, and that habit hadn't changed since.

Being woken up after seven in the morning would have gotten someone blacklisted in his previous life.

But he couldn't ignore Bibi Dong's wishes.

He spent half a cup of tea's time washing up and changing clothes, stuffed two more Blue Silver Leaves into his mouth for breakfast, and followed the guard out the door.

The Martial Soul Academy occupied a vast area on the outskirts of Martial Soul City, covering more ground than the headquarters of Martial Soul Hall itself.

As the carriage drove through the academy gates, Gu Qingshan saw a massive sculpture—a statue of a Six-Winged Angel with wings spread wide in flight. It was said to be the symbol of the Angel Martial Soul and the totem of Martial Soul Hall.

"Young Master, we have arrived." The guard jumped off the carriage and respectfully pulled back the curtain.

A row of people was already standing at the school gate.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a lean build, dressed in a dark blue Soul Master robe with a gold badge pinned to his chest. His hair was combed meticulously, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving him an air of rigor and elegance.

"Student Gu Qingshan, welcome to the Martial Soul Academy." The man walked quickly down the steps and reached out to Gu Qingshan. "I am the Dean of the Martial Soul Academy, Tesla."

Gu Qingshan reached out to shake his hand and nodded politely: "Hello, Dean."

Tesla's gaze lingered on Gu Qingshan for two seconds, a flash of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

A six-year-old child, only reaching his waist in height, wearing a well-tailored black robe with his hair casually tied back, revealing a face that still held its childish softness but already possessed distinct features.

What caught Tesla's attention most were those eyes.

They were too calm.

A six-year-old's eyes should be filled with curiosity and a desire to explore the world, the unique innocence of a child.

But what was in these eyes felt more like the composure and sophistication of an adult, even carrying a hint of... scrutiny.

Tesla sighed inwardly.

When the Pope herself had instructed him to take good care of this child, he hadn't thought much of it.

It was only natural for the Pope to take on disciples; he wasn't the first.

But when he saw Gu Qingshan's file, he felt a sense of dread.

Six years old, level fifteen, Innate Full Soul Power, mysterious Martial Soul Thorn Shield, personal disciple of the Pope.

Every single keyword was enough to make him draw red circles on a file; combined, they were enough to cost him his life.

This was the first time he had encountered a six-year-old entering a high-level Soul Master Academy.

The entrance age for high-level Soul Master Academies was usually twelve, with a minimum of no less than ten.

A six-year-old should theoretically still be in the first grade of a primary academy, not even touching the threshold of an intermediate one.

"Student Gu Qingshan, the Pope has already told me about your situation."

Tesla led Gu Qingshan toward the main building, his tone as relaxed as he could manage.

"We have arranged for you to be in the same class as Hu Liena and the others. The students of the Golden Generation are all in that class. You are of similar age, so it will be good for you to look out for each other."

Similar age.

When Tesla said these words, he felt a bit guilty himself.

Twelve and six—a six-year gap. Could this really be called similar?

But Gu Qingshan didn't seem to care and nodded: "Okay, thank you, Dean."

"Additionally, the academy has assigned you an independent dormitory, a small villa, located in the Golden Generation's residential area."

Tesla continued: "The facilities are complete, with an independent cultivation room and bathroom. If you need anything special, you can tell me at any time."

Special things.

Tesla was referring to the poisonous water.

Bibi Dong had specifically mentioned that Gu Qingshan's cultivation method was quite unique and required soaking in some... medicinal baths.

She didn't say what kind of medicinal baths, but Tesla had lived for over fifty years and spent half his life in the Soul Master world; he naturally knew that some Soul Masters had unusual cultivation methods.

He didn't want to know the details.

The two arrived at the instructor's office, and Tesla pushed the door open. Gu Qingshan followed him inside.

A woman sat behind the desk.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with long, slightly wavy dark chestnut hair draped over her shoulders. Her face was exquisite, as if carved, and her features carried the charm only a mature woman possesses. She wore light makeup, with a thin layer of bean-paste-colored lipstick on her lips.

What was most striking was her figure.

A light blue slit dress wrapped around her mature, curvaceous body. The neckline of the dress wasn't particularly low, but it couldn't hide the spectacular contents within, the fabric stretched into a breathtaking curve.

The side slit of her dress revealed the slender lines of her legs as she walked; now that she was seated, a glimpse of fair skin was visible through the opening.

Douluo Continent truly lived up to its reputation; everyone here was a beauty.

In his past life, a figure like this could only exist in two-dimensional animation.

"Dean."

The woman stood up and gave a slight nod to Tesla, her gaze then shifting to Gu Qingshan.

"Is this the new disciple His Majesty the Pope has taken in?"

"That's right. Student Gu Qingshan, this is your mentor, Teacher Alice."

Alice walked around the desk to stand before Gu Qingshan, bending down to look him in the eye.

The moment she leaned over, Gu Qingshan clearly saw a certain surging, magnificent landscape at the neckline of her pale blue dress.

Gu Qingshan kept his expression unchanged and shifted his gaze to Alice's face.

He was six years old, thank you very much.

Alice studied Gu Qingshan, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of curiosity and scrutiny.

"Rest assured, Dean. I will take good care of this child."

"Then I leave him to you. Student Gu Qingshan, study hard under Teacher Alice. If you need anything, come find me at any time."

Tesla patted Gu Qingshan on the shoulder.

With that, Tesla left the office with a light step, as if he had just completed a major task.

Alice sat back down behind the desk and crossed her legs, revealing even more fair skin through the slit of her dress.

She rested her chin on one hand, watching Gu Qingshan with keen interest.

"Six years old, level fifteen, Innate Full Soul Power. This is my first time seeing a student like you."

"Let's go. I'll take you to the classroom; your classmates are all waiting to meet you."

She stood up and picked up a stack of documents from the table.

Gu Qingshan followed steadily behind Alice, occasionally chewing on a Blue Silver Leaf, his expression as indifferent as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

When they reached the classroom door, Gu Qingshan stopped in his tracks; he could hear the voices from inside.