Xiao Wu: I Want to Be Your Master's Wife!

Su Mo was silent for a second.

Then, he spoke.

"No."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment.

"No?"

"No."

Xiao Wu didn't believe him: "Then why can you grow bigger?"

Su Mo thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Martial Soul."

"Martial Soul?"

"Mm. My Martial Soul is the Saintly Body of Confucius, and when it grows larger, it looks like this."

Xiao Wu tilted her head, digesting this information.

Then, her expression turned serious.

"You're lying."

Su Mo: "...I'm not lying."

"Then why are there spirit beasts around you?" Xiao Wu pointed at the Big Black Ox, "It is clearly a spirit beast, I can feel it! And it's so close to you, you must be a spirit beast too!"

The Big Black Ox nodded frantically from the side.

"Moo moo moo!" (That's right! He definitely is! Otherwise, why would he treat me like emergency food!)

Su Mo: "..."

He suddenly realized that this problem seemed impossible to explain clearly.

Seeing him remain silent, Xiao Wu thought she had guessed correctly and jumped up in joy.

"I knew it! I knew it! You must be a spirit beast! Maybe even some kind of powerful species!"

She spun around in the dormitory, her braid whipping through the air.

"Great, this is great! I finally met one of my own!"

Wang Sheng and the others huddled in the corner, looking at each other.

Gou Dan asked in a low voice: "Brother Wang Sheng, is our new dormitory head... a spirit beast?"

Wang Sheng swallowed hard: "I don't know... but that ox is definitely a spirit beast."

"Then what should we do from now on?"

"..." Wang Sheng was silent for a second, "Just do as you're told."

Gou Dan nodded, deeply agreeing.

Tang San rubbed his forehead, watching the excited Xiao Wu, then looked at his silent master, lost in thought.

The Big Black Ox lay on the ground, looking utterly hopeless.

It was clearly a six-hundred-year-old demon king, yet now it was being used as "evidence" to prove that Su Mo was a spirit beast.

And it couldn't even refute it.

Su Mo looked at the dancing young girl before him.

He looked at that familiar face of hers.

Forget it, let it be.

Returning to the present, Dormitory Seven was in a mess.

Tables were overturned, stools were toppled, luggage was scattered all over the floor, and several veterans kicked away by Xiao Wu were still lying in the corner.

Su Mo had returned to his normal size and was squatting on the ground, tidying up his luggage.

Tang San helped from the side, another bump appearing on his forehead—from when he collided with Xiao Wu during their fight earlier.

Xiao Wu also started helping, looking at Su Mo, then at Tang San, and suddenly spoke:

"What is your relationship?"

Tang San looked up, his face full of pride: "Su Mo is my master."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up.

"Master? The kind that teaches skills?"

"Yes."

"Then I want to be Su Mo's disciple too!"

Tang San's expression froze.

He put down the luggage in his hands, stood up, and shook his head seriously: "No."

Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips: "Why not?"

"Master only has me as his disciple."

Xiao Wu tilted her head in thought, then asked, "Then is there any status higher than yours?"

Tang San was stunned, falling into deep thought.

What was above a disciple?

Senior brother? No, that was for peers.

Apprentice? That was what the master took in.

Grandmaster?

None of those seemed right.

He pondered for a long time before a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.

"There is."

Xiao Wu leaned in closer: "What is it?"

Tang San said with complete seriousness: "Master doesn't have a mistress yet."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up instantly.

"Then I want to be your mistress!"

Tang San: "..."

Su Mo: "???"

Xiao Wu looked at Su Mo's back, remembering her mother's past advice: "The human world is dangerous; you must find a strong person to protect you."

The person before her... although he looked about the same age as her, there was an aura of reassurance about him.

Besides, that ox was so close to him; he definitely couldn't be a bad person. Following him, she probably wouldn't be bullied, right?

Thinking of this, Xiao Wu spun around in excitement, her braid whipping through the air.

"In the tribe, you have to find a strong person to be the head of the house! Your master is so powerful, he can definitely protect the tribe! Being his wife must be so impressive!"

Tang San grew anxious: "No, no, no!"

Xiao Wu stopped and glared at him: "Why not?"

"Because... because..."

Tang San struggled for a long time before blurting out: "You're too young!"

Xiao Wu looked down at herself, then looked back up at him: "Aren't you young too?"

Tang San was choked for words. How could that be the same?

Xiao Wu continued: "Besides, the mistress is Master's partner, not yours. Why do you care if I'm young or not?"

Tang San's brain couldn't keep up.

He felt like something was wrong, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

In the end, he could only repeat: "Anyway, no! You should just be my master's disciple!"

"No!" Xiao Wu shook her head firmly. "I just want to be your mistress!"

"No, be a disciple!"

"I want to be the mistress!"

"No!"

"I want to, I want to, I want to!"

The two of them went back and forth, arguing incessantly.

Su Mo squatted on the ground, holding a pair of pants that had been stepped on and dirtied, watching these two six-year-olds turn red in the face over the title of "mistress."

He fell silent.

This disciple was probably beyond saving.

He was being led around by the nose after only a few sentences.

It was no wonder he had been swindled into a cripple by that fraud Yu Xiaogang in his previous life.

Thinking of Yu Xiaogang, Su Mo suddenly became curious—

What was that guy doing right now?

Yu Xiaogang was huddled in a corner, hugging his knees, his face a mask of despair.

His clothes were stained with mud, his hair was a mess, and there was a tear track on his face—no, that was a mud splatter from when he had passed a puddle earlier.

In short, he was miserable.

Extremely miserable.

He, the dignified Grandmaster, the number one authority on martial soul theory, the man who had cultivated a god in his previous life.

Today, he had been rendered speechless by a six-year-old child.

And in front of so many people, no less.

He had even been called a "stupid pig paired with a swine."

Yu Xiaogang sniffled, his eyes turning slightly red.

But he was worthy of the title of Grandmaster.

He quickly climbed out of his despondent mood.

"Calm down, calm down," he muttered to himself. "I, Yu Xiaogang, what great storms have I not weathered?"

He stood up, brushed the dirt off his clothes, and began to review the situation.

Why did he lose today?

Because that brat named Su Mo was just too good with his words.

But what was so great about him?

A six-year-old kid, how much real ability could he possibly have? He had never even heard of him in his past life!

At most, he just had a sharp tongue.

And what about himself?

He possessed the memories of his past life!

He knew the plot inside and out!

He understood Tang San better than anyone else!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"That's right, Tang San," he murmured. "I was able to cultivate him into a god in my past life; I can do the same in this one."

"He was just momentarily blinded today. In a few days, once he realizes that Su Mo has no real substance, he will remember my worth."

"When that time comes, I will extend an olive branch once more..."

A smile curled at the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

As he laughed, the smile turned sinister.

"However..."

He narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing through his gaze.

"Tang San, your master will forgive you one more time. I will still cultivate you into a god and lead you to the pinnacle."

"But—"

He paused, his voice dropping lower, filled with the thrill of vengeance.

"Once you lead me to the God Realm, I will kick you to the curb! I will make you realize the consequences of betraying your master! I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

"Heh heh heh heh—"

The sinister laughter echoed in the corner.

After laughing for a few moments, Yu Xiaogang remembered something and composed his expression.

"But before that, I still need to make sure Tang San is devoted to me heart and soul."