Isolating Tang San

Bai Shu listened intently to Xie Biyan's account, yet his expression grew increasingly peculiar.

Especially upon hearing that the red light seemed to have been intent on probing Xie Biyan's memories, the corner of Bai Shu's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He had already roughly guessed what was going on.

That red light was undoubtedly the mark left by the Asura God on Tang Hao!

However, the Asura God had truly kicked a steel plate this time. Xie Biyan had been summoned directly from another Great Thousand World by the system, and his memories had even been infused with certain things by the system; the Asura God's actions were no different from probing the system's own secrets.

The result was predictable. The system was a mysterious existence capable of connecting the myriad heavens and worlds; it would be strange if a mere Asura God could resist it.

The Asura God was likely hiding in the Divine Realm Hall right now, questioning his own existence.

"You need not worry about this matter," Bai Shu waved his hand, his tone relaxed. "Not only will that red light cause you no harm, but it is actually a great tonic. Just accept that ownerless mental energy in its entirety; consider it a trophy gifted by the enemy."

"Understood, Young Master."

Hearing Bai Shu's definitive words, the heart that had been hanging in Xie Biyan's chest finally settled. He did not fear death; he only feared leaving behind some hidden danger within himself that might one day implicate the Young Master. If that happened, he would be unable to atone for his sins even with ten thousand deaths.

With the matter finally resolved, Bai Shu had no intention of staying here any longer. He brushed off his hem, stood up, and began walking toward Notting Academy.

As he walked, he seemed to recall some trivial matter and spoke casually to the shadow behind him:

"By the way, Old Xie. You can see if those two spirit bones that dropped after Tang Hao died are suitable for you. If the attributes match, just absorb them both. If they don't, we'll find an opportunity to sell them for gold spirit coins later."

Xie Biyan, who had been hiding in the dark, faltered at these words. He revealed his hunched figure from the shadows, his aged face filled with disbelief.

"This... Young Master, you cannot! Those two spirit bones are at least fifty thousand years old; they are peerless treasures that would stir up bloody storms in the outside world! To bestow them upon this old servant would be a waste of heaven's gifts. It would be better to save them for you to absorb yourself in the future!"

Bai Shu stopped in his tracks, looked back at him, and chuckled indifferently.

"They are merely two fifty-thousand-year spirit bones; they aren't worth much. Rest assured and absorb them, Old Xie. Besides, these two are limb bones; if you are dissatisfied later, you can always replace them."

Bai Shu spoke with great confidence. With the system's assistance, how could he possibly care for two measly fifty-thousand-year spirit bones? If he were to use any, they had to be the best. If it weren't for the fact that the Blue Silver Emperor spirit bone was truly a perfect match for him, he wouldn't even have wanted that one.

Furthermore, as he had said, as long as they weren't head or torso bones, with his Ultimate Life martial soul, replacing limbs in the future would be no problem at all.

Seeing this, a flash of deep emotion and fanaticism crossed Xie Biyan's cloudy, aged eyes.

To think the Young Master could treat such peerless treasures as nothing and bestow them upon a subordinate—what kind of spirit and vision was this? A scholar dies for one who appreciates him; moved, Xie Biyan no longer feigned modesty or pushed back. He bowed slightly and vanished back into the darkness.

Returning to Notting Academy, Bai Shu headed straight for Dormitory Seven. If nothing went wrong, Tang San should have returned from his spirit-hunting trip by now.

Sure enough, before he even pushed open the dormitory door, Bai Shu heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, newcomer, you know the rules of Dormitory Seven. Speak up—are we fighting or not?"

Hearing this, Bai Shu pushed the door open. Seeing the scene inside, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Xiao Wu was standing in front of Wang Sheng and the other Work-Study Students, her slender waist akimbo, chin slightly lifted, staring at the newly returned Tang San with the haughty air of a big sister.

Tang San, on the other hand, looked wretched to the extreme.

His face was as pale as paper, his expression listless, and his eyes were rimmed with dark circles, looking exactly like someone who had overindulged in whale glue and been completely hollowed out.

His coarse cloth clothes were stained with mud and dark red blood. Yet, despite this, his pale face wore a look of self-important arrogance, and his words were extremely insolent.

"I will say this one last time: I have no interest in playing these boring children's games with you. Even all of you combined are no match for me. Stop bothering me."

Tang San was feeling incredibly irritable.

Absorbing the Datura Snake spirit ring had gone wrong, causing damage to his internal organs. To make matters worse, on his way back, he had the misfortune of running into two peerless experts fighting in the far distance!

The mere shockwaves from their battle had added insult to his already dire condition, nearly causing him and Yu Xiaogang to kick the bucket on the spot.

In his current state, let alone releasing his martial soul to fight, even circulating his Tang Sect techniques would aggravate his internal injuries.

But if he were to acknowledge a little girl as his boss for no reason just because he was injured, his pride as a genius of the Tang Sect's outer sect from his past life would never allow it. Although he felt an inexplicable familiarity and fondness for this dainty little girl, he could not lose face!

Tang San's condescending attitude clearly ignited Xiao Wu's fiery temper. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to lash out: "You guy, you really are asking for a beating..."

"That's enough, Xiao Wu." Bai Shu spoke at the right moment, stepping into the room and cutting off Xiao Wu's pre-cast animation. He had a better way to deal with Tang San.

"Since this new classmate thinks so highly of himself and doesn't want to huddle for warmth with us Work-Study Students, we shouldn't force him. From now on, everyone, ignore anything regarding him in the academy. Just act as if this person doesn't exist in Dormitory Seven."

Bai Shu's words were light and airy, yet they struck at the heart of the matter.

He had originally wanted to kill Tang San outright to nip the trouble in the bud.

But after witnessing the Asura God's mark triggered by Tang Hao's miserable death, Bai Shu was basically certain that Tang San, this Child of Destiny, was currently under the close watch of the Asura God. Taking action to kill him now would very likely invite forced intervention from the other side.

Moreover, Tang San was now Yu Xiaogang's disciple. If something happened to Tang San and Yu Xiaogang went to that madwoman Bibi Dong, heaven knows what she might do.

Therefore, Bai Shu decided to change his approach. On one hand, he would intercept all of Tang San's opportunities, causing him to lose all hope of becoming a god.

On the other hand, he would use "cold violence" and other forms of suppression to slow down Tang San's early growth.

Inciting the entire class to "isolate" him was an excellent method.

Anyone who has been to school knows that once you are completely ignored and isolated within a group, the oppressive feeling of being ostracized has a massive impact on a person's state of mind and life. Even with a thirty-something-year-old soul hidden inside, Tang San would never be able to cultivate with a calm heart in such a stifling environment.

Most importantly, once Tang San was isolated and ostracized by all the Work-Study Students, he would no longer be able to enjoy the help of others as he did in the original story, and he would have to clean the dirtiest and most exhausting areas every single day.

This would severely squeeze the already limited time he had for cultivation!