Yan Fei, Yue Shen

"Bang--!!!"

A boom ten times more muffled than Xiao Wu's previous fall exploded!

His fist landed squarely on Tang San's chest.

The confidence and sternness on Tang San's face instantly froze, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

He felt an immense, unstoppable force surge into his chest like a mountain torrent or a tidal wave. His Mysterious Heaven Skill's internal energy shattered like paper before this power!

"Ugh--!"

He was sent flying backward like a kicked ball, his feet leaving the ground!

He slammed hard into the not-so-sturdy wooden door of Dorm Seven!

"Boom! Crash--!"

The wooden door, frame and all, was smashed to pieces, wood chips flying everywhere.

Tang San's momentum didn't decrease. He tumbled several more times down the corridor outside before finally stopping, collapsing on the ground, motionless.

Inside Dorm Seven, there was dead silence.

Wang Sheng and the others gaped, their eyeballs nearly popping out. They looked at Tang San, who had collapsed outside, then at Zhao Linchuan, who was slowly retracting his fist inside, his breathing undisturbed, as if they were looking at a human-shaped soul beast.

Even Xiao Wu covered her mouth, her large eyes filled with shock.

She had sparred with Zhao Linchuan earlier. Although she lost, she felt he had mostly used clever tricks and techniques to counter her soft skills.

But this punch... was a pure, absolute crush of strength and speed! If he had used this on me earlier... Xiao Wu couldn't help but shiver and shrink her neck.

Zhao Linchuan calmly looked at his right fist and muttered to himself:

My left fist has high damage, my right fist has high damage. This martial soul's 'stats' are truly simple and crude.

It's like a junior high school game designer, filling in numbers with their eyes closed.

He walked to the doorway and looked at the unconscious Tang San in the corridor, saying:

"Little San, you lost. Remember, all the chores this semester are yours."

"Huh?!" Tang San remained motionless. "Hiss... No, it seems I hit a bit too hard. Something's happened."

He quickly turned back and said to the work-study students who were still stunned:

"You guys, stop staring, go check on him quickly!"

Wang Sheng and the others snapped out of their daze and rushed out, surrounding Tang San.

One work-study student cautiously placed a finger under Tang San's nose and gently patted his face, then shouted back:

"Boss! He... he fainted from 'falling'!"

"Right! He fell! He fell off the bed and fainted!"

Another work-study student quickly chimed in, and the others nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Linchuan licked his slightly dry lips and thought to himself: It seems the 'high damage' of the right fist is well-earned. I need to control my strength a bit.

He waved his hand and instructed, "You two, carry him to the infirmary to see the teacher."

"Remember, he accidentally bumped into the door frame and fainted, understand?"

"Understood! Don't worry, Boss!" Two sturdier work-study students quickly lifted the limp Tang San and jogged towards the teachers' office area.

Watching them leave, Zhao Linchuan stroked his chin. Knocking out the protagonist with one punch... this might be a bit troublesome.

Yu Xiaogang will probably hate me even more, and the academy teachers might come to question me.

He made a decisive move and said to the remaining people in the dorm:

"I'm going out for a bit. If any teachers come looking for me, tell them I had a family emergency and had to go out, and I'll be back later. Do you know what to say?"

Wang Sheng thumped his chest, "Don't worry, Boss! We'll stick to the story that he fell himself! You just went out for something!"

"Right! We all know!" The others also assured him.

Zhao Linchuan nodded, said no more, and quickly left Dorm Seven, his figure soon disappearing at the end of the academy's path.

Zhao Linchuan walked around outside Notting Academy, intending to buy a private residence as a base. However, the real estate agent's assistant saw that he was young and dressed ordinarily, and simply took him for a child messing around. They didn't even bother to lift their eyelids, not even willing to give him a perfunctory response.

As expected, age and appearance are hard disadvantages in places like this, Zhao Linchuan thought helplessly. He had no choice but to find a clean and tidy-looking inn and book a superior room with Gold Soul Coins.

The room door closed, shutting out the noise of the outside world.

Zhao Linchuan stood still in the room for a moment, regulating his breathing, then silently recited in his mind, "System, summon Yan Fei and Yue Shen."

The moment the command was given, the air in the room seemed to freeze for an instant.

Then, the space in front of him rippled like water struck by a pebble, forming visible, transparent rings.

In the center of the ripples, the light distorted slightly, and two slender figures appeared without warning.

One wore a form-fitting long dress, primarily in crimson and gold, embroidered with dark gold flowing cloud patterns. Her aura was noble, yet carried a scorching brilliance.

The other woman wore an elegant blue-purple gown, her beautiful long purple hair cascading down, her eyes as cold and clear as a deep, frigid moonlit pool.

The sudden shift in space and time caused a flicker of bewilderment and alarm to cross both women's eyes, yet the instincts honed by years of rigorous training and brushes with death allowed them to adjust their posture the moment their feet touched the ground.

With a light twist of their waists, their skirts bloomed like flowers as they landed steadily, their movements so graceful it seemed they had rehearsed them a thousand times, without the slightest stumble.

The moment they stood firm, two pairs of beautiful eyes swept rapidly across the guest room, finally locking onto the only living person in the room—a boy who looked no more than six or seven years old, yet possessed an unusually calm gaze.

Zhao Linchuan studied them in return.

A system panel quietly appeared in his field of vision:

[Name: Yan Fei]

[Martial Soul: Three-Legged Golden Crow (Unawakened), Great Sun Golden Wheel (Unawakened)]

[Soul Power Level: 79 (Converting to world rules, currently capable of exerting early-stage Soul Saint strength)]

[Status: Loyalty 61 (Baseline locked, harboring doubts and hesitation)]

[Name: Yue Shen]

[Martial Soul: Yue Shenr Jade Disk (Unawakened), Brain (Unawakened, Mental-type Body Martial Soul)]

[Soul Power Level: 74 (Converting to world rules, currently capable of exerting early-stage Soul Saint strength)]

[Status: Loyalty 60 (Baseline locked, harboring doubts and hesitation)]

Yan Fei and Yue Shen exchanged a quick glance.

Although they would have loved to tear each other apart in their original world, faced with this completely strange and bizarre situation, and the child before them who exuded a peculiar aura, an invisible tacit understanding placed them on the same side for the moment.

Yue Shen stepped forward half a pace, her cold voice tinged with scrutiny and vigilance, "Who are you? Where is this place? You brought us here—what is your intent?"

Her fingertips moved slightly, and pale blue soul power lingered around them, faint and elusive.

Though Yan Fei did not speak, her eyes, burning like glazed glass, remained fixed on Zhao Linchuan, with a faint, warm aura circulating around her body.

It was not that they did not want to immediately strike and subdue this strange child to demand answers, but an indescribable sense of restraint lingered in their hearts.

It was as if some mark rooted in their souls was warning them not to harbor hostility toward the person before them, let alone cause him harm.