Master Yu Xiaogang, Blue Silver Luo San Pao

Early the next morning, Liu Lin left the palace and headed toward the dormitories of Star Luo Royal Academy.

When he reached Huo Yuhao's door, he lightly knocked twice.

"Yuhao, the result of yesterday's matter is out. I came to tell you."

Huo Yuhao, who had been sitting on his bed cultivating, heard Liu Lin's words and hurriedly tidied himself up, then walked toward the door.

"Brother Liu, I'm coming."

After the door opened, Liu Lin saw Huo Yuhao rush over in a panic, his hair sticking up like a bird's nest.

"All right, no need to rush. I still have class in a bit, so I'll keep it brief."

Huo Yuhao nodded and led Liu Lin into the room.

After they entered, Liu Lin gave him a brief summary of Xu Jiawei's imperial edict and punishment.

Huo Yuhao fell silent for a long time after hearing it. In those deep blue eyes of his, disappointment, resentment, and anger churned.

But in the end, he said nothing. He only sniffed hard. He knew this was already the best possible outcome.

Killing Dai Huabin would only drive Dai Hao and the imperial family apart, shake the morale of the border army, and the Star Luo Empire still needed Duke White Tiger to guard the frontier.

"Brother Liu, I want to become stronger. My martial soul talent is too poor. I want to learn soul tools." Huo Yuhao raised his head and looked at Liu Lin. "I wonder if Brother Liu has any advice."

Hearing his words, Liu Lin looked at him, then took a copy of Introduction to Soul Tools from his storage soul tool and handed it to him.

"Build a solid foundation first, then learn the rest. I believe you can succeed."

"Mm, thank you, Brother Liu. I still have class, so I'll go first." After Huo Yuhao took the book, he bowed, then ran toward the teaching building.

Liu Lin watched Huo Yuhao's hurriedly departing back, then walked toward his own classroom as well.

The day quietly slipped by amid lessons, and the sun was about to set.

Liu Lin left his classroom and headed toward his residence.

But just as he reached the gate of his courtyard, he saw Xu Jiujiu happen to come out of her own courtyard.

When Xu Jiujiu saw Liu Lin, she shot into his arms like a little cannonball.

Xu Jiujiu was very excited and told Liu Lin what she had gained from this seclusion.

The two immortal herbs, the Heavenly Star Spirit-Gathering Flower and Heavenly Star Vine, had raised her directly from rank thirty-two to the peak of rank thirty-eight, jumping six ranks in a row.

The quality of her martial soul had also clearly evolved under the tempering of the immortal herbs.

"Liu Lin, thank you."

"No need to thank me. Consider it the betrothal gift for marrying you in the future." Looking at Xu Jiujiu in his arms, Liu Lin rubbed her head and said with a smile.

Xu Jiujiu's face flushed crimson, and she looked at Liu Lin with a somewhat haughty air.

"Hmph, that's still not enough for you to marry me." She paused, then said to Liu Lin:

"But if your performance gets a little better, this princess might just reluctantly agree."

Looking at the tsundere Xu Jiujiu in his arms, Liu Lin smiled helplessly.

"All right. I'll perform a little better."

When Xu Jiujiu heard Liu Lin's words, she gave a light humph and pulled him to her residence for dinner.

The days passed one after another. The power of the Ice and Fire Dragon King within Liu Lin's body was being steadily digested, and with the fusion of the Dragon King soul ring, his Soul Power had also reached rank forty-nine.

However, because improving too quickly could easily make his foundation unstable, he began consciously suppressing his cultivation speed.

Each day, he only spent a small amount of time meditating, putting more energy into stabilizing his meridians and refining the purity of his Soul Power.

During this period, Liu Lin returned to the dormitory for a while every noon, which made Wang Dong, who lived there, feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Every time Liu Lin pushed the door open and came in, she would suddenly open her eyes and stare at him with an extremely subtle gaze.

When Liu Lin saw that look, he thought she was still unconvinced, so every time he came, he gave her another round of loving education.

What satisfied Liu Lin, however, was that Wang Dong was indeed very diligent about cleaning.

But one noon, something extremely awkward happened, and it made Liu Lin avoid the dormitory for several days.

Liu Lin had gone back to the dormitory to get something, and when he opened his cabinet door, he accidentally pulled open Wang Dong's cabinet door as well.

A neatly folded set of pink underwear appeared right before Liu Lin's eyes just like that.

He froze for a moment, and before he could close the door, Wang Dong happened to return from the cafeteria and pushed the door open, half a piece of bread still in her mouth.

She saw Liu Lin standing in front of the cabinet, his hand still resting on the cabinet handle, while the contents of her own cabinet were completely exposed. Her entire body instantly petrified on the spot.

Then she rushed over at the fastest speed of her life, slammed the cabinet door shut, snatched those clothes over, and clutched them in her arms, her face reddening from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

She raised her head and glared at Liu Lin, the killing intent in her eyes as if she wanted to kill him on the spot. "Y-y-y-you... what are you peeking at!"

"I wasn't peeking. I opened it by accident." Liu Lin raised both hands to show his innocence, but no matter how one looked at the curve of his lips, it did not seem like a serious explanation.

He paused, then suddenly added, "But you're a grown man wearing pink? Your taste is pretty unique."

Wang Dong instantly bristled. "What's it to you? I like it! What's wrong with pink!"

"Can't pink make my skin look fair? You pervert! Huge pervert! A huge pervert who peeks in other people's closets!"

She hugged that outfit tightly in her arms, her pink-blue eyes filled with shame and anger, the rims reddened from fury.

Liu Lin looked at her like this and found it funny. He reached out and patted her on the head, as if soothing a cat whose fur had puffed up.

"Fine, I'll be more careful next time. And put that thing away properly."

"Don't call people perverts at the drop of a hat. Besides, you're only six. Even if I were a pervert, I wouldn't go so far as to do anything to you."

After Wang Dong was patted on the head, the fur she had fluffed up was mostly smoothed down by his few words. She lifted her head and glared at Liu Lin, wanting to say, "Don't pat my head."

But her lips moved, and in the end she only squeezed out, "Got it."

"Good." Liu Lin withdrew his hand and turned to walk out the door.

When he reached the doorway, he paused and looked back at Wang Dong. "Oh, right. That color suits you. Makes you look fair."

A pillow flew past his ear and smashed into the doorframe.

Liu Lin had already slipped out the door, and the pillow hit nothing.

Wang Dong stood in the dorm, hugging that outfit, her cheeks flushed.

But over the next few days, Liu Lin did not come to the dorm, and Wang Dong felt somewhat unused to it. Every noon, she instinctively looked toward the door.

In an ordinary household in Star Luo City's western district, a six- or seven-year-old boy was playing in his own courtyard when he suddenly collapsed without warning. His parents were so frightened that they quickly carried him off to find a doctor.

After examining him, the doctor said there was nothing wrong with the child's body. He had probably been frightened and would be fine after resting for a while.

The couple thanked him profusely and carried the child home, settling the boy on the small bed in the bedroom.

When the night was deep and still, the boy suddenly opened his eyes. His originally dark-brown pupils had, at that moment, turned an extremely pale sea-blue.

An utterly incongruous, savage smile appeared on the boy's face.

He lowered his head and looked at his tiny palms, as if adapting to this new body.

"Liu Lin." In a cold voice that did not belong to someone his age, he spoke the name once.

The killing intent in his tone was intense to the extreme. "Since this God King did not die, just you wait. You dared ruin my grand plan ten thousand years in the making. You have already chosen the path to death."

Deep within his sea of consciousness, another awareness also awakened.

It was an extremely weak soul, curled up in a corner of the sea of consciousness, staring hatefully at the outsider who had seized control of the body.

Still, it had been a blessing in disguise, allowing him to remember the memories of his previous life.

He was none other than the famous theoretical master, Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San paid no attention to the furious remnant soul within the sea of consciousness.

He checked this body and discovered that the child had yet to awaken his martial soul, so he mobilized the remnant divine consciousness power in the sea of consciousness and forcibly struck at the awakening of the martial soul.

A jade-green light lit up in the boy's palm, and a bamboo plant, green from top to bottom, slowly emerged. The Lone Bamboo martial soul.

Tang San nearly cursed out loud. He took a deep breath and adjusted his mindset, planning to use the power of his divine consciousness to create a second martial soul for this body: the Blue Silver Emperor.

Just as he guided the energy in the sea of consciousness and prepared to condense the martial soul origin, the remnant soul deep within the sea of consciousness suddenly erupted with a burst of power.

It recklessly slammed into the martial soul origin that was in the middle of condensing.

The two embryonic martial souls collided violently within the sea of consciousness. Blue light and purple light intertwined, finally forming a mass of something no one could quite describe.

One half was the embryonic vine form of the Blue Silver Emperor, while the other half was a plump, clumsy pig, purple from head to toe.

The two forces repelled each other while entangling with each other, and in the end, they solidified completely.

The second martial soul: Blue Silver Luo San Pao.

When Tang San saw this scene, his face turned livid. He wanted to erase that remnant soul, only to discover that it was his teacher from his previous life, Yu Xiaogang.