Principal Liu Erlong!

The Master's eyes remained fixed on the direction in which Tang Hao had departed, motionless for a long time.

He gripped the pitch-black token tightly in his hand; it was the token representing the status of an elder of the Spirit Hall!

His thumb traced the patterns on its surface, lingering especially on the dragon among the six emblems.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!

By the time he regained his composure and looked back at Tang San, his gaze was filled with nothing but confidence and fighting spirit!

When Tang San awoke, a hint of fish-belly white had already begun to tint the horizon.

"Xiaosan, you... you succeeded?!"

Tang San could not hide the joy on his face either: "Yes, Teacher, I succeeded! You were right!"

The Master looked at this gifted, spirited child before him. A trace of sorrow flashed in the depths of his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by even greater determination!

His theories had finally been proven. This child was his salvation, and he would certainly cultivate Tang San into the most powerful Spirit Master!

He would make the entire continent take notice!

Inside the hired carriage, the Master and Tang San sat facing each other.

"Teacher, this isn't the road back to Nuoding City, is it?"

Tang San had an excellent memory and was extremely sensitive to direction.

The Master seemed to have prepared for this, speaking in a tone as if he were assigning a teaching task: "We aren't going back to the academy. We are heading north to train in the Far North Forest."

"Ah?"

The turn of events clearly exceeded Tang San's expectations, and he even stuttered slightly.

"Then, what about Xiao Wu... my luggage, bedding, and your belongings? We didn't bring any of them."

The Master merely assumed Tang San was reluctant to part with those external items and said dismissively: "We can just buy new ones. Xiaosan, I won't hide it from you—my enemy has tracked me down."

"An enemy?"

Hearing the Master's serious tone, Tang San furrowed his brows, his fingers curling subconsciously.

"Yes, an enemy!"

The Master did not explain further; he did not want to place too much pressure on Tang San at such a young age.

Tang San's small hand had already reached toward the Silent Sleeve Arrow on his arm. As he muttered the word "enemy," visions of various vendettas from his past life in the martial world flashed through his young mind.

The Master continued: "My original surname is Yu; my name is Yu Xiaogang. You should change your name to Yu Xiaosan. We will address each other as uncle and nephew in public, but you can still call me Teacher in private."

In his previous life, Tang San was a man of the martial world, well-versed in infiltration and assassination; he was no stranger to using aliases.

"Understood, Teacher! I will change my name to Yu Xiaosan. I won't be a burden to you."

Tang San's words were so well-behaved that they were heartbreaking!

"Good child."

Tears welled up in the Master's eyes. Through his blurred vision, he felt as if he saw someone else in Tang San's young face.

It was his cousin, a woman who should have also carried the surname Yu.

Heaven Dou City, Blue Tyrant Academy.

The Dean's office.

"Dean, Teacher Chu didn't come to teach today!"

A bald teacher knocked and entered, reporting to Liu Erlong's back.

Liu Erlong, dressed in a black training suit, threw the dumbbell—which was the size of a stone mill—heavily onto the floor upon hearing this. The magma-like patterns on the dumbbell radiated a scorching heat that roasted the floor, which had been hardened many times over.

Liu Erlong turned around and asked coldly: "How long has he been gone?"

The bald teacher hurriedly tried to appease her, terrified of provoking this "menopause-stricken" (crossed out) mother tyrannosaurus, and replied cautiously:

"The leave you granted him was for three days, but today is already the fifth."

Liu Erlong returned to her desk and sat down. Her fair fingers left deep indentations in the Cold Iron Wood desk, yet her tone was unexpectedly calm as she replied faintly:

"I see. You may leave now."

"Yes, Dean."

The bald teacher retreated a few steps and fled as if escaping.

As the sound of the closing door echoed, Liu Erlong was left alone in the room.

She pressed both palms tightly against the desk, the faint coolness of the Cold Iron Wood seeping from her palms, attempting to extinguish the fire in the mother tyrannosaurus's heart.

However, it was like dropping water onto red-hot coals; the flames only flared up more violently!

Liu Erlong rose abruptly, left the Blue Tyrant Academy, and headed straight for Chu Men's lair—

The Star Soul Guidance Shop!

Located in a remote corner on the edge of Heaven Dou City, she had been there more than once!

This time, she was going to wait for the rabbit to come to the tree!

He teased this lady and then ran off, disappearing for five whole days—I must teach this lawless fellow a lesson!

As the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City strictly regulated the flight of soul masters, so Truman had no choice but to honestly carry his sack through the city gates.

The Truman Show livestream channel ran 24 hours a day without interruption.

Sure enough, early in the morning, a large crowd of fans began chatting in the barrage.

[Holy crap, awesome! These special effects are on par with real-life scenery; I'd believe it if someone said they actually built a Douluo City!]

[To the person above, you're late. That first ray of sunrise was beautiful; I recorded it and will upload it to the web later!]

[Look, just look! Even the gate guards are so dedicated!]

[Honestly speaking, the quality of these extras is truly high!]

On screen.

"Halt! What's in the bag?"

A guard, lacking any sense of discernment, performed his duty diligently.

"Caught a pig, a soul beast—a rare one at that!"

Truman said with a beaming smile while retrieving a token from his soul tool and handing it to the gate guard.

It was a token from the Crown Prince's Mansion!

The guard captain carefully inspected the token, then glanced at the sack on Truman's back, frowned, and issued an order:

"Let him pass!"

After watching Truman's figure disappear, a fellow guard whispered, "Captain, that sack just now..."

"Don't ask! Mind your own business!" the captain snapped.

On the other side, Truman felt quite frustrated by such matters.

Without a soul tool capable of storing living creatures, he could only use the Crown Prince's Mansion token to bluff his way through.

After transmigrating, he had inherited an old soul tool shop.

From a manual on soul tool repair found in the shop, he had learned some elementary repair techniques.

Benefiting from a brain still at its peak intelligence, having just finished the college entrance exams in his previous life, Truman learned incredibly fast.

Since the manufacturing techniques for soul tools had been lost in this world, the so-called repair techniques were mostly just maintenance experiences summarized by soul masters who lacked cultivation talent and used soul tools.

Initially, Truman had relied on this skill to take on some jobs from the Great Soul Arena, barely scraping by.

Later, after obtaining a soul ring, becoming a soul master, and receiving a stipend, his craft had only become more refined.

By a stroke of luck, he had taken on a high-difficulty job repairing a soul tool sword for the Crown Prince's Mansion and obtained this token, which finally came in handy today.

"Star Soul Tool Shop, home at last!"

Truman glanced at the familiar plaque, walked inside, and placed the sack on the workbench in the back room.

The livestream chat instantly boiled over:

[So this is the streamer's lair; I have to say, it looks pretty decent!]

[Hurry up and let Xiao Wu out!] ×99

[Streamer, I'm warning you, treat Sister Xiao Wu with respect when you take her out of that bag. If your hands get even a little bit out of line, you're finished!]

At this moment, there wasn't a trace of the fatigue one would expect after traveling all night on Truman's face.

Being a kidnapper for the first time was actually damn exciting!

I wonder how that old guy Tang Hao is doing?

With the Two-Level Stasis Domain deployed, it all depends on whether Spirit Hall is up to the task!

After downing a cup of ginger tea, Truman changed into casual clothes and grabbed a snack on the way.

Returning to the workbench, he untied the sack, revealing the delicate, porcelain-like Xiao Wu.

Seeing her breathing rapidly and her eyelashes fluttering incessantly, he couldn't help but reach out and poke her cheek, laughing:

"Little girl, stop pretending to be asleep. If you keep it up, I'll sell you to Spirit Hall in exchange for gold soul coins!"

"Who are you?"

Xiao Wu's voice was short and forceful. Once her beautiful, large eyes opened, they were filled with wariness, her thighs tensed as she prepared her soft-body techniques.

She observed the layout of the room from the corner of her eye, secretly planning an escape route.

[Why does Sister Xiao Wu's gaze look wrong to me!]

[Finally seeing a living Xiao Wu, she's so cute! Let's send some gifts for Sister Xiao Wu!]

[Sister Xiao Wu dominates the world!] ×999