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

The moment the door opened, Tang San froze.

He had seen plenty of girls.

The girls his age in Holy Soul Village, the unfamiliar faces he had passed on the road—none had left any trace in his memory.

But the little girl before him was different.

She stood in the doorway, her ponytail tied high. Her pink clothes set off her fair skin, and her big, bright eyes seemed to hold a pool of clear spring water.

She held her chin up, a smile playing on her lips. From head to toe, she radiated an indescribable liveliness.

Tang San didn't know why, but a strange thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

This little girl seemed to be connected to him by fate.

He couldn't say where the feeling came from.

They were complete strangers, meeting for the very first time, yet as he watched her standing there, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up inside him.

As if... they were supposed to know each other.

Tang San shook his head, casting the ridiculous thought from his mind.

He was probably just exhausted from traveling these past two days. His mind wasn't clear.

Wang Sheng had already walked over.

Tang San had beaten him just now, but that hadn't dampened his enthusiasm for playing "receptionist" in the slightest.

He stopped in front of Xiao Wu, cleared his throat, and put on the airs of an old hand.

"New here? Let me explain the rules of Dorm Seven."

Xiao Wu tilted her head and blinked at him, like a curious little rabbit.

"What rules?"

"The boss of Dorm 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 move in, they have to challenge the boss first. Win, and you become the new boss. Lose, and you obediently become a lackey."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up at once.

It wasn't the kind of light a normal little girl's eyes would show at the mention of a fight—fear or curiosity.

It was pure, heartfelt excitement.

As if a kitten that had gone hungry for three days had suddenly spotted a fat fish.

Her gaze shifted from Wang Sheng, swept across the room, and finally fixed squarely on Tang San.

The moment Xiao Wu set her sights on him, a chill shot down Tang San's back.

It was a strange feeling.

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

But when she stared at him, Tang San's instincts blared a frantic warning.

Danger.

Extremely dangerous.

It was as if the one staring at him wasn't a little girl, but a... primeval Ferocious Beast.

Tang San cursed himself inwardly.

What was he thinking?

How could such an adorable little girl possibly be a primeval Ferocious Beast?

Had he been practicing so hard lately that his mind was starting to go haywire?

He took a deep breath and forced that absurd instinct down.

"You're the boss?"

Xiao Wu stared at Tang San, sizing him up from head to toe several times. A hint of eagerness crept into her voice.

Tang San opened his mouth, about to say, "Actually, I'm not the boss. The boss is the guy next to me—"

But when he turned to look, Huang Fei had somehow retreated to the bed in the farthest corner. His quilt was pulled up to his chin, leaving only his eyes visible. He looked as if to say, "Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me."

Traitor.

Tang San had no choice but to steel himself and nod. "You could say that."

"Then I challenge you."

Xiao Wu took a step forward, her ponytail swinging in a graceful arc behind her.

"If I beat you, I become the boss, right?"

"That's right!"

Wang Sheng chimed in excitedly from the side, completely forgetting that he'd been challenged in exactly the same way just moments ago.

Looking at the delicate, doll-like girl before him, Tang San felt a pang of reluctance.

Was he really supposed to hit such an adorable little girl?

He just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Um..." Tang San tried to negotiate. "Why don't you just take the boss's spot? No need to fight. I'll give it to you."

"No!" Xiao Wu rejected the suggestion with righteous indignation. "Wang Sheng said the boss is decided by fighting, not handed over. If you won't fight, how am I supposed to become the boss?"

Wang Sheng nodded vigorously beside her.

Tang San: "..."

He glanced at Huang Fei in the corner.

Huang Fei had already pulled the quilt over his head and curled into a ball, playing dead with absolute conviction.

There was no helping it.

"Then... let's stop once someone's had enough." Tang San sighed and took two steps forward. "Don't get hurt."

Xiao Wu's lips curled into a sly smile.

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

Before the words had even left her mouth, she was already in motion.

Fast.

Incredibly fast.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track sprang into action on instinct, and he darted to the side.

A gust of wind skimmed past his ear, carrying a few strands of hair with it.

Xiao Wu's kick missed and landed on the floor. Her eyes shone even brighter.

"Oh? You're pretty quick at dodging."

Tang San was secretly startled.

He hadn't used his full strength just now, but Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was already much faster than anyone his age.

This little girl had actually forced him to dodge at full speed, and from how relaxed she looked, she clearly hadn't used all her strength either.

What kind of monster was she?

But he had no time to think. Xiao Wu's second attack was already on its way.

Her attacks were strange. Unlike Wang Sheng's straightforward punches and kicks, she moved like a nimble rabbit.

No, she was even more agile than a rabbit. Her body was astonishingly flexible, and every attack came from an unexpected angle—sometimes soaring through the air, sometimes skimming the ground—making her impossible to guard against.

Tang San dodged and counterattacked as the two of them fought back and forth in Dorm Seven's narrow aisle.

But anyone with eyes could see that Tang San was holding back.

Every time his fists or feet were about to touch Xiao Wu, he unconsciously pulled his strength at the last moment. It wasn't that he couldn't hit her; he just couldn't bear to.

What if he hurt such an adorable little girl and made her cry?

Tang San had another plan in mind.

He might as well take this opportunity to hand over the boss's position.

He'd never been interested in being the boss in the first place. If a crowd followed him around all day calling him "Boss,"

how was he supposed to focus on cultivation?

If Xiao Wu wanted the position, he'd let her have it.

So Tang San began holding back even more. Several times, he deliberately slowed down when he had a clear chance to counterattack.

In the corner, beneath the quilt,

Huang Fei quietly opened his eyes.

A faint purple glimmer flashed deep in his pupils.

Purple Demon Eye.

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye had only just reached the threshold of the Micro Realm. He needed to cultivate facing the morning sun every day just to maintain it.

But Huang Fei was different. He had firmly reached the threshold of the Mustard Seed Realm.

Overview, Micro, Mustard Seed, Vast.

The Mustard Seed Realm was enough to see through the essence of all things and shatter every illusion.

Even having just stepped across its threshold was enough.

What was more, Xiao Wu was only a level-ten Soul Beast right now. She hadn't taken any heavenly treasures or earthly materials, and she had no immortal herb to conceal her aura. Before the Purple Demon Eye at the Mustard Seed Realm, she was laid bare down to the finest detail.

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

A flash of purple light flickered and vanished.