[I'm dying laughing.]
[At the door just now, Tang San actually turned down my offer and insisted on hanging around with Yu Xiaogang.]
[What was his reason again? Oh, the Grandmaster had great wisdom.]
[Hahahahaha!]
["Great wisdom," my ass.]
[How should I put it? Tang San has a kind of servility deep in his bones. Anyone who treats him a little well, or manages to fool him, and he treats them like his own father.]
[Look at the original story. Yu Xiaogang gave him a belt, and he remembered it for the rest of his life. Dugu Bo tried to kill him, then gave him a few herbs, and suddenly they were calling each other brothers.]
[What do you call that? A lack of love.]
[Still, this is for the best. By following Yu Xiaogang, he's bound to take the long way around.]
[What could Yu Xiaogang teach him?]
[How to give Blue Silver Grass beast-type Soul Rings? How to turn a top-tier control-type Martial Soul into a complete hodgepodge?]
[The funniest thing is, Yu Xiaogang keeps thinking Tang San has the Trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, when he has no idea it's the Blue Silver Emperor!]
[He's got top-tier ingredients and insists on cooking them into leftovers. Tang San's protagonist halo is the only reason he's gotten away with it. Anyone else would've ruined their cultivation long ago.]
[Well, now those two are together. They're a match made in heaven: the crouching dragon and the young phoenix.]
[I can't be bothered to deal with them. I'm taking Tang San's opportunities for myself, no matter what.]
[Where to next? Obviously, I'm going to snatch that little rabbit!]
[A Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit—that's Tang San's most precious treasure. Without Xiao Wu, he'll probably spend the rest of his life hugging his hammer and growing old alone.]
[And I hear Xiao Wu has only just taken human form. She's at her most delicate and easy to push over. Ahem—at the stage when she needs the most care.]
[As the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, I have a duty to care for Soul Beasts left on their own!]
Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong had been too disgusted by Luo Sanpao's memories to eat. But after reading the diary, her mood turned strangely complicated.
"Servility? A lack of love?"
"The crouching dragon and the young phoenix?"
Some of the expressions were unfamiliar, but the mockery practically leaped off the page, and she couldn't help the corner of her mouth from curling up.
Especially when Su Yun mocked Yu Xiaogang for ruining Tang San's cultivation—an oddly satisfying feeling welled up in Bibi Dong's heart.
That's what you get for being blind!
That's what you get for pretending to be the Grandmaster!
Now even a six-year-old child could see right through you. What face did you have left to show in the Spirit Master World?
But...
"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Rogue Rabbit?"
Bibi Dong's gaze settled on those words, and her eyes suddenly sharpened.
As the Pope of Spirit Hall, she was keenly attuned to Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.
"How could a remote place like Notting City be hiding a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that has taken human form?"
"And a rabbit, at that?"
A distant memory surfaced.
Hadn't she once hunted a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit?
"Could this be that rabbit's descendant?"
Bibi Dong tapped the armrest with her fingers, the steady beat of her fingertips going tap, tap, tap.
If it truly was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, its value would be immense.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.
Treasures enough to drive even Titled Douluo mad!
"That boy Su Yun is certainly lucky."
"But..."
Bibi Dong looked at the diary's final words about being delicate and easy to push over, and the vein at her temple began happily throbbing again.
"Caring for a Soul Beast left on her own?"
"I think you're just lusting after her body!"
"Such a young age, and already filling your head with this kind of garbage!"
Bibi Dong snorted. Though she scolded him aloud, an inexplicable sense of relief stirred in her heart.
At least.
Though the boy was lecherous and scheming, he had never considered betraying Spirit Hall. If anything, he was thinking about how to trick Tang San and bring benefits to Spirit Hall.
"If you want to keep a rabbit, then keep one."
"I'd like to see what you do with her."
Bibi Dong closed the diary, the corner of her mouth curling into a playful smile.
She had just realized that this feeling of peeping in on him was surprisingly addictive.
Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy, Dorm Seven.
How should I put it? The place had a very lived-in feel.
Or, to be more precise, it smelled strongly of sweaty feet.
Dozens of work-study students were crammed onto one huge shared bed. Their bedding was strewn everywhere, and the air reeked of sour sweat and mildew.
"Is this place even fit for people to live in?"
Su Yun stood in the doorway, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve, his face full of disgust.
He might have come to snatch someone away, but there was no way he was staying in a place like this.
He was the Holy Son!
He was a clean freak!
"Are you a new work-study student?"
Just then, a rather sturdy-looking boy walked over and looked Su Yun's splendid white robe up and down, his eyes full of confusion.
That outfit didn't look like a work-study student's. He looked more like some official here to inspect the place.
Su Yun glanced at him.
Wang Sheng?
The kid who got beaten into submission by Xiao Wu in the original story?
"I'm not a work-study student."
Su Yun shook his head, pulled a pouch of Gold Soul Coins from his robe, and casually tossed it over.
"I'm here to be the boss."
"Take this money and replace all the bedding in here. Then buy some incense."
"And open all the windows!"
Wang Sheng fumbled to catch the pouch. When he opened it, the golden light nearly blinded him.
"B-boss?"
"Whatever you say goes!"
Wang Sheng dropped to his knees on the spot.
It was a little heartbreaking how practiced he was, but money talked everywhere. As the saying went, whoever had money was your father.
While Su Yun directed the group of little brats in cleaning up, preparing to turn Dorm Seven into a five-star presidential suite—
A clear, pleasant voice, with a hint of mischief, came from the doorway.
"Excuse me, is this Dorm Seven?"
Su Yun whipped around.
A little girl stood in the doorway.
She wore a pink top and a pair of pink rabbit-ear ornaments on her head. A long scorpion braid hung past her hips, and her big eyes sparkled with a lively glint.
Her skin was as soft and pale as a freshly peeled egg. She was so adorable, like a little doll carved from pink jade, that you wanted to take a bite.
Xiao Wu!
The leading lady of Douluo Continent, the Rogue Rabbit who had Tang San wrapped around her little finger!
She was here!
Su Yun's eyes lit up. He snapped open his folding fan and struck what he thought was his most handsome pose.
"Little girl, are you new here too?"
"Come on, call me big brother, and I'll give you a carrot."
At that moment, Su Yun felt less like a Holy Son—
And more like a creepy uncle trying to lure a little girl with a goldfish.
But!
Who cared?
With a good enough hoe, there wasn't a corner you couldn't dig up!
Tang San, I'll gladly take your wife off your hands!
For an instant, the air at the entrance to Dorm Seven seemed to freeze.
Xiao Wu blinked her bright, watery eyes as she looked at the handsome young man before her, holding a folding fan and wearing a smile that practically screamed "I'm a creepy uncle."
Though she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had taken human form, she was only six years old in this life, and her mind wasn't fully mature yet.
On top of that, she had only just come from the primitive world of the Star Dou Forest. Where could she have seen anything like this?
The big brother in front of her was really good-looking.
Much easier on the eyes than that raggedly dressed, grim-faced little Blue Silver Grass brat from earlier (Tang San).
And he smelled really nice, too.
It wasn't a heavy perfume scent, but a faint, sacred warmth that made you want to draw near—the natural affinity of the Judgment Angel Martial Soul.
"Big brother?"
Xiao Wu tilted her head, her rosy lips pursing slightly as her rabbit ears swayed with the movement. Her cuteness struck with a force of ten thousand critical hits.
"Do you have any carrots!?"
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