Peeking at the Screen Feels Quite Addictive!

[Laughing my head off.]

[Just now at the entrance, that brat Tang San actually rejected my recruitment, insisting on sticking with Yu Xiaogang.]

[What was his reason again? Oh, the Master has great wisdom.]

[Hahahahaha!]

[What kind of "great wisdom" is that, for heaven's sake.]

[Tang San, how should I put it? He has a streak of subservience in his bones. Whoever treats him a little better, or whoever can sweet-talk him, he treats like his own father.]

[Look at the original work; Yu Xiaogang gave him a belt, and he remembered it for a lifetime. Dugu Bo wanted to kill him, but later gave him some herbs, and he started calling the man his brother.]

[What do you call this? This is called being starved for affection.]

[But this is fine too. Since he followed Yu Xiaogang, he is destined to take the wrong path.]

[What will Yu Xiaogang teach him?]

[Teach him to attach beast-type spirit rings to Blue Silver Grass? Teach him how to train a top-tier control-type martial soul into a "four-not-alike" monstrosity?]

[The funniest part is that Yu Xiaogang has always thought Tang San's martial soul is the trashy Blue Silver Grass, not knowing that it is actually the Blue Silver Emperor!]

[Treating top-tier ingredients like leftovers to be stir-fried—only Tang San's protagonist halo is strong enough to survive that; anyone else would have been ruined long ago.]

[Now it's perfect. These two together are simply the Crouching Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix, a match made in heaven.]

[I can't be bothered to deal with them anyway. Tang San's opportunities are mine for the taking.]

[Where to next? Naturally, to intercept that little rabbit!]

[A hundred-thousand-year-old hooligan rabbit—that is Tang San's lifeline. If he loses Xiao Wu, Tang San will probably have to spend the rest of his life hugging his hammer in loneliness.]

[Besides, I heard Xiao Wu just transformed; she is at her most delicate and vulnerable. Ahem, at her most in need of care.]

[As the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, caring for left-behind spirit beasts is my bounden duty!]

Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong was originally too disgusted by Luo Sanpao's memories to eat, but upon seeing this diary entry, her mood instantly became subtle.

"Subservience? Starved for affection?"

"Crouching Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix?"

Although some of the vocabulary was novel, the overwhelming sense of mockery made her unable to stop the corners of her mouth from curling up.

Especially when she saw Su Yun roasting Yu Xiaogang for ruining Tang San's training, a strange sense of pleasure surged in Bibi Dong's heart.

Serves you right for being blind!

Serves you right for pretending to be a master!

Now even a six-year-old child can see through your facade; what face do you have left to linger in the spirit master world?

However...

"Hundred-thousand-year-old hooligan rabbit?"

Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon those words, her eyes suddenly turning sharp.

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, her sensitivity to hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beasts was extremely high.

"A remote place like Nuoding City actually hides a transformed hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast?"

"And it's a rabbit type?"

A distant memory surfaced in her mind.

Back then, she seemed to have hunted a hundred-thousand-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit as well.

"Could it be the offspring of that rabbit?"

Bibi Dong tapped her fingers lightly against the armrest, producing a rhythmic clicking sound.

If it truly were a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast, the value would be immense.

A hundred-thousand-year-old spirit ring, a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit bone.

Those were treasures sufficient to drive even Titled Douluo mad!

"This brat Su Yun, he certainly has good luck."

"However..."

Bibi Dong looked at the last sentence in the diary about being delicate and vulnerable, and the veins on her forehead began to throb happily again.

"Caring for left-behind spirit beasts?"

"I think you're just lusting after her body!"

"At such a young age, not learning anything good, your head is full of this trash!"

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort. Although she was scolding him, she felt a strange sense of relief in her heart.

Thank goodness.

Although this brat is lecherous and black-bellied, at least he has never thought of betraying the Spirit Hall; in fact, he is even plotting how to screw over Tang San and how to secure benefits for the Spirit Hall.

"Since you want to raise a rabbit, then raise it."

"This Seat would like to see what kind of tricks you can come up with."

Bibi Dong closed the diary, a playful arc curling at the corners of her lips.

She suddenly discovered that this feeling of peeking at a screen was actually quite addictive.

Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy, Dorm Seven.

How should one describe the environment here?

It was very "lived-in."

Or rather, it smelled very much of foot odor.

Dozens of work-study students were crammed onto a single large platform bed, their quilts in a chaotic mess, while the air was thick with the stench of sour sweat and mold.

"Is this place even fit for humans?"

Su Yun stood at the doorway, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve, his face full of disgust.

Although he was here to intercept opportunities, living in a place like this was absolutely out of the question.

He was a Holy Son!

He had a clean-freak streak!

"Are you a new work-study student?"

Just then, a somewhat sturdy-looking boy walked over, looking Su Yun up and down. His eyes were full of confusion as he took in Su Yun's magnificent white robes.

With that getup, he didn't look like a work-study student; he looked more like a leader coming for an inspection.

Su Yun glanced at him.

Wang Sheng?

That lackey who was beaten into submission by Xiao Wu in the original story?

"I am not a work-study student."

Su Yun shook his head, pulled a pouch of Spirit Gold Coins from his robes, and tossed it over casually.

"I'm here to be the boss."

"Take this bag of money, go replace all the bedding in this room, and buy some incense."

"Also, open all the windows for me!"

Wang Sheng scrambled to catch the money pouch. He opened it to take a look, and the golden glow nearly blinded him.

"Bo, Boss?"

"Whatever you say, goes!"

Wang Sheng dropped to his knees on the spot.

Although his proficiency was heartbreaking, the principle that "money is king" held true everywhere.

Just as Su Yun was directing this group of brats to clean up and preparing to renovate Dorm Seven into a five-star presidential suite, a crisp, pleasant, and slightly playful voice drifted in from the doorway.

"Excuse me, is this Dorm Seven?"

Su Yun whipped his head around.

A little girl stood at the entrance.

She wore a small pink outfit, two pink rabbit-ear decorations sat atop her head, and a long scorpion braid hung past her hips. Her large eyes blinked, brimming with cleverness.

Her skin was as fair and tender as a peeled egg; she was so exquisitely sculpted and cute that one would want to take a bite out of her.

Xiao Wu!

The number one heroine of the Douluo Continent, that hooligan rabbit who had Tang San completely bewitched!

She was here!

Su Yun's eyes lit up. With a "swish," he snapped open his folding fan and struck what he considered his most handsome pose.

"Little sister, are you a new student too?"

"Come, call me brother, and brother will give you a carrot to eat."

At this moment, Su Yun didn't feel like a Holy Son.

He felt more like a creepy uncle holding a goldfish to lure a little girl.

But!

Who cares!

As long as you swing the hoe well, there is no wall corner you can't dig!

Tang San, I'll be taking your wife off your hands!

At the entrance of Dorm Seven, the air seemed to freeze for a fleeting moment.

Looking at the handsome youth before her, who was waving a folding fan and wearing a "I'm a creepy uncle" smile, Xiao Wu blinked her large, watery eyes.

Although she was a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast in human form, she was only six years old in this life, and her mind had yet to fully mature.

Having just emerged from the primitive society of the Star Dou Great Forest, how could she have ever seen such a spectacle?

This big brother in front of her was quite good-looking.

He was much more pleasing to the eye than that ragged, bitter-faced little Blue Silver Grass brat (Tang San) from just a moment ago.

Moreover, there was a very pleasant scent about him.

It wasn't the heavy smell of perfume, but a faint, divine warmth that made one want to draw closer (the innate affinity of the Judgment Angel martial soul).

"Big brother?"

Xiao Wu tilted her head, her pink lips pouting slightly, and her two rabbit ears swayed with the movement, dealing a critical hit of cuteness +10086.

"Do you have any carrots!?"