Xiao Wu! Purple Demon Eye Mustard Seed Threshold! Seeing Through Xiao Wu's True God!

The moment the door pushed open, Tang San froze.

He had seen plenty of girls before.

The girls his age in Holy Soul Village, the strangers he brushed past on the road—none of them had left any trace in his memory.

But the little girl before him was different.

She stood at the doorway with her ponytail tied high, her pink clothes setting off her fair skin, her eyes large and bright, as if they held a pool of clear spring water.

She tilted her chin up with a smile on her lips, her entire being radiating an indescribable liveliness.

Tang San did not know why, but a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

This little girl seemed to share a deep connection with him.

He could not say where this feeling came from.

They were complete strangers, meeting for the very first time, yet looking at her standing there, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

It was as if... they were meant to know each other.

Tang San shook his head, casting the absurd thought out of his mind.

Perhaps he was just too tired from traveling these past two days, and his mind was not clear.

Wang Sheng had already walked over.

He had been defeated by Tang San just moments ago, but it had not dampened his enthusiasm for acting as the "receptionist" in the slightest.

He walked up to Xiao Wu, cleared his throat, and put on the airs of a veteran.

"Newcomer, let me explain the rules of Dormitory Seven to you first."

Xiao Wu tilted her head to look at him, blinking her eyes like a curious little rabbit.

"What rules?"

"The boss of Dormitory Seven is decided by fighting."

Wang Sheng held up a finger, his expression serious: "Whoever can fight the best is the boss. If a newcomer wants to stay, they must first challenge the boss. If you win, you are the new boss. If you lose, you obediently become a subordinate."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up instantly.

That brightness was not the fear or curiosity a normal little girl should have when hearing about "fighting."

It was a pure, heartfelt excitement.

It was as if a kitten that had been hungry for three days had suddenly spotted a plump, delicious fish.

Her gaze shifted from Wang Sheng, swept across the room, and finally locked precisely onto Tang San.

The moment Tang San was targeted by her, a chill ran down his back.

The feeling was very strange.

She was clearly a five or six-year-old girl, pink and tender, as cute as a porcelain doll.

Yet, as she stared at him, Tang San's intuition was frantically sounding alarms.

Danger.

Extremely dangerous.

It was as if he were not being stared at by a little girl, but by some... primordial beast.

Tang San cursed himself fiercely in his heart.

What was he thinking?

How could such a cute little girl be a primordial beast?

Had he been training too hard lately, to the point where his brain was malfunctioning?

He took a deep breath, suppressing that ridiculous intuition.

"Are you the boss?"

Xiao Wu stared at Tang San, looking him up and down several times, her tone filled with eagerness.

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Actually, I'm not the boss; the boss is the one next to me,"

But when he turned his head, he saw that Huang Fei had already shrunk into the bed in the furthest corner at some point, The quilt pulled up to his chin, revealing only his eyes, wearing an expression that screamed, "Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me."

What a traitor.

Tang San had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod: "I suppose so."

"Then I want to challenge you."

Xiao Wu took a step forward, her ponytail swinging in a beautiful arc behind her, "If I beat you, I'll be the boss, right?"

"Right!"

Wang Sheng chimed in excitedly from the side, having completely forgotten that he had been challenged in the exact same way just moments ago.

Tang San looked at the delicately carved little girl before him, a wave of reluctance surging in his heart.

Make him hit such a cute little girl?

He couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Um..." Tang San tried to negotiate, "How about you just be the boss? No need to fight, I'll yield it to you."

"No way!" Xiao Wu refused righteously, "Wang Sheng said that a boss is earned through fighting, not given away. If you don't fight, how can I become the boss?"

Wang Sheng nodded vigorously from the side.

Tang San: "..."

He glanced at Huang Fei in the corner.

Huang Fei had already pulled his quilt over his head, curled into a ball, and was playing dead quite thoroughly.

There was no other way.

"Then... let's stop at a touch." Tang San sighed and took two steps forward, "Try not to get hurt."

The corners of Xiao Wu's mouth curled up, revealing a crafty smile.

"Hurt? Who are you saying will get hurt?"

Before her words even faded, her figure had already moved.

Fast.

Extremely fast.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, his feet instinctively unfolding the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track as his body flashed to the side.

A gust of wind grazed his ear, carrying away a few strands of hair.

Xiao Wu's kick missed, and as she landed on the ground, her eyes grew even brighter.

"Oh? You dodged quite quickly."

Tang San felt a slight shock in his heart.

Although he hadn't used his full strength just now, the speed of his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track already far exceeded that of his peers.

This little girl had actually forced him to dodge with all his might, and looking at her relaxed appearance, it was clear she hadn't used her full strength either.

What kind of monster was this?

But he had no time to think, as Xiao Wu's second wave of attacks had already arrived.

Her fighting style was very strange; it wasn't like the straightforward punches and kicks of Wang Sheng, but rather like a nimble rabbit.

No, even more nimble than a rabbit. Her body's flexibility was astonishingly good, and every attack came from an unexpected angle, sometimes leaping into the air, sometimes hugging the ground, making it impossible to guard against.

Tang San dodged while counterattacking, the two of them trading blows back and forth in the aisle of Dormitory Seven.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Tang San was holding back.

Every time his fists and feet were about to touch Xiao Wu, he would subconsciously pull back some of his strength. It wasn't that he couldn't hit her, but that he couldn't bear to.

Such a cute little girl—what if he hurt her and she started crying?

Tang San had another plan in mind.

He might as well take this opportunity to yield the position of boss.

He had no interest in being the boss to begin with; if he were surrounded by a group of people calling him "boss" all day, how could he focus on his cultivation?

If Xiao Wu wanted to be it, then let her be.

Consequently, Tang San's "holding back" became even more obvious; several times when he had the chance to counterattack, he deliberately slowed down by half a beat.

In the corner, under the quilt.

Huang Fei quietly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a faint purple light flashed.

Purple Demon Eye.

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye had only just touched the threshold of the Micro Realm, requiring daily practice facing the morning sun to maintain.

But Huang Fei was different; he was already firmly stuck at the threshold of the Mustard Seed Realm.

Overview, Micro Realm, Mustard Seed Realm, Vast.

The Mustard Seed Realm was enough to see through the essence of all things and break through all illusions.

Even if he had only just stepped over the threshold, it was enough.

What's more, Xiao Wu was currently nothing more than a level ten little soul beast; she had not consumed any heavenly treasures, nor did she have any immortal herbs to conceal her aura. Before the Purple Demon Eye in the Mustard Seed Realm, she was laid bare in every detail.

Huang Fei's gaze pierced through the gap between the quilt and the wall, landing on Xiao Wu.

The purple light flashed and vanished.