Target: Soul Hunting Forest

Su Yu pushed open the doors to Dorm Seven and walked into the room.

Tang Wu was carefully organizing Su Yu's change of clothes.

She folded every long robe with meticulous precision, extending her small, fair hands to smooth out every single wrinkle in the fabric.

"Brother Yu, you're truly amazing." Tang Wu looked up, her clear, large eyes shimmering with pure adoration. "That bad man was acting so high and mighty just a moment ago, but you didn't even lift a finger, and he went off to make a fool of himself. What kind of immortal technique did you use?"

Su Yu walked to the bed and sat down, casually ruffling Tang Wu's short, dark blue hair without offering an explanation.

Xiao Wu sat on the opposite bed, gnawing on a carrot.

Watching Su Yu's calm and indifferent demeanor, she felt a chill run through her, and a layer of cold sweat even broke out on her back.

She recalled Yu Xiaogang's bizarre behavior from earlier; it was clear his will had been forcibly twisted.

This method of killing without blood, of directly manipulating cause and effect, was simply impossible to guard against.

Xiao Wu secretly felt fortunate that she had recognized the situation on the first day and obediently accepted this man as her boss.

If she had been foolish enough to oppose him back then, the pervert acting so strangely right now might have been her.

Tang Wu placed the neatly folded clothes into a bundle and tied the knot.

"Brother Yu, I heard Wang Sheng say that you must have a Soul Hunting Permit issued by the Martial Soul Hall to enter the Soul Hunting Forest." Tang Wu turned her head and asked with some confusion, "Where are we going to get one? Do we have to beg the academy teachers?"

Su Yu did not follow the path of the original story, seeking out some useless Grandmaster or the academy's upper management.

He turned his head and cast a meaningful gaze toward Xiao Wu, who was still gnawing on her carrot.

Xiao Wu felt uncomfortable under his stare, and the rabbit ears atop her head twitched in vigilance.

"Why are you looking at me?" Xiao Wu put down the carrot and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't have that little human pass."

Su Yu stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes. "You don't, but the Martial Soul Hall does. Let's go, we're going to take one."

The three of them left Nuoding Academy and headed straight for the gates of the Nuoding City branch of the Martial Soul Hall.

The Martial Soul Hall's architecture was grand and imposing, with two guards in silver armor standing at the entrance.

The two held sharp spears, their chins held high and their expressions arrogant.

Seeing three children in ordinary clothes walking up the steps, the guard on the left immediately frowned and struck the ground heavily with his spear.

"Halt! Where did you little brats come from?" The guard's eyes were contemptuous, his tone harsh. "This is a restricted area of the Martial Soul Hall, not a place for you to play in the mud! Go beg for food elsewhere, get lost, and don't dirty the steps of the Martial Soul Hall!"

Su Yu stopped, ignoring the guard's shouting entirely.

He turned his head and gave Xiao Wu a look.

Xiao Wu understood immediately.

She stepped forward, her once lively eyes instantly turning icy and piercing.

A pure, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast pressure was quietly released from within her.

She controlled this pressure with extreme subtlety, condensing it into a single line that struck the two low-level guards with pinpoint accuracy.

The two guards felt the surrounding air instantly solidify.

It was as if they were being stared down by a terrifying beast from the primordial era, and a tremor originating from the depths of their souls swept through their entire bodies.

Their pupils contracted violently, their eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets.

The bones in their legs seemed to have been drained, turning as soft as noodles.

With two dull thuds, the guards' knees slammed into the hard stone floor, and their spears clattered to the ground, producing a crisp metallic sound.

Cold sweat poured from their foreheads like a waterfall, instantly soaking their heavy undergarments.

Their hearts felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand, their minds went completely blank, and they couldn't even utter a word of mercy.

The civilians passing by, though not directly subjected to the pressure, felt an inexplicable sense of dread and lowered their heads, quickening their pace to flee the scene.

Taking advantage of the guards' brief stupor, Su Yu walked with his hands in his pockets, swaggering over the threshold and into the Martial Soul Hall's office.

The office hall was deathly quiet.

The deacon sitting behind the counter had also been caught in the wake of the pressure, sitting stiffly in his chair with his quill frozen in mid-air, his eyes glazed over.

Su Yu walked to the counter, his gaze sweeping over the desk.

Amidst a pile of messy files lay a Soul Hunting Permit, already stamped and waiting to be issued.

He reached out, calmly picked up the permit, and waved it at the still-dazed deacon.

"I'll borrow this for now."

The deacon's mouth hung open, his throat emitting meaningless clicking sounds; he couldn't manage a single word.

Su Yu tucked the permit away, turned, and walked out the door, taking Tang Wu and Xiao Wu away from the Martial Soul Hall.

Half an hour later, the three rented a somewhat cramped, ordinary carriage and officially set off on their journey to the Soul Hunting Forest.

The carriage rolled out of Nuoding City, jolting violently along the uneven dirt road.

The interior of the carriage was small, and the three of them felt crowded sitting together.

Tang Wu sat to Su Yu's left.

As the carriage gave a violent jolt, she used the momentum to lean softly into Su Yu's embrace.

She had changed into a short skirt today for ease of movement, leaving her two fair, slender calves exposed to the air.

She wore neither shoes nor socks, and those exquisite jade feet brushed gently against Su Yu's calves with the swaying of the carriage.

The touch of skin against skin brought a delicate, warm sensation.

Tang Wu's face flushed slightly, her cheek pressed tightly against Su Yu's chest as she listened to his steady heartbeat, her breathing growing shallow and quick.

She tilted her head up, her large, watery eyes gazing at Su Yu with deep attachment.

Seeing Tang Wu's clingy behavior from across the carriage, a wave of defiance suddenly surged in Xiao Wu's heart.

She let out a cold huff, shifted her body forward, and deliberately stretched her own long, shapely legs out, resting them directly across Su Yu's knees.

Xiao Wu's fair, tender toes playfully hooked the hem of Su Yu's long robe, tugging it downward.

She lifted her delicate chin, looking at Tang Wu with a challenge, as if declaring her own sovereignty.

Tang Wu bit her rosy lips, pressing her jade feet even harder against Su Yu's calves as she burrowed deeper into his arms.

Xiao Wu refused to be outdone; her toes slid an inch further up the hem of his robe, the muscles of her thighs tensing slightly to display her astonishing flexibility.

Su Yu sat as steady as a mountain, enjoying the secret rivalry between the two girls in the cramped space as the carriage sped rapidly toward the Soul Hunting Forest.