Isolate Tang San

Bai Shu listened carefully to Xie Biyan's account, but his expression grew increasingly strange.

Especially when he heard that the red light seemed to have been probing Xie Biyan's memories, Bai Shu could not help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He had already roughly guessed what was going on.

That red light had definitely been the mark the Asura God left on Tang Hao!

However, the Asura God had truly kicked an iron plate this time. Xie Biyan had been directly summoned by the system from another greater world, and the system had implanted certain things into his memories. What the Asura God had done was no different from probing the system's secrets.

The result was obvious. The system was a mysterious existence capable of connecting the heavens and myriad worlds; there was no way a mere Asura God could withstand it.

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

"You don't need to worry about this," Bai Shu said with a casual wave of his hand. "That red light won't cause you any harm. On the contrary, it's a great tonic. Just absorb that ownerless spiritual power in full and treat it as spoils sent by an enemy."

"Yes, Young Master."

Hearing Bai Shu speak with such certainty, Xie Biyan finally put his worries to rest. He was not afraid of death; he was mainly afraid that some hidden danger would be left within him. If it implicated the Young Master someday, then even death ten thousand times would not atone for his crime.

With the matter finally resolved, Bai Shu did not intend to stay any longer. He dusted off his clothes, rose to his feet, and headed toward Notting Academy.

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

"Oh, right, Old Xie. Take a look at the two Spirit Bones Tang Hao dropped after his death and see whether they suit you. If their attributes match yours, absorb them both directly. If not, we can find a chance to sell them for Gold Soul Coins later."

Xie Biyan had been hidden in the darkness all along. At those words, his figure froze, and he stepped out of the shadows, his stooped frame revealed. His aged face was full of disbelief.

"Th-this... Young Master, you must not! Those two Spirit Bones are each at least fifty thousand years old. They are peerless treasures that could stir up bloody storms outside! Giving them to this old servant would be far too wasteful. It would be better to save them for you to absorb personally in the future!"

Bai Shu stopped and glanced back at him, letting out an unconcerned chuckle.

"They are only two fifty-thousand-year Spirit Bones. They hardly count as treasures. Old Xie, just absorb them without worry. Besides, these two are limb Spirit Bones. If you are dissatisfied with them in the future, you can replace them."

Bai Shu spoke with complete confidence. With the system's assistance, how could he care about two mere fifty-thousand-year Spirit Bones? If he was going to use them, he would use the best. If the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone had not suited him so perfectly, he would not even have wanted it.

Moreover, just as he had said, as long as they were not head Spirit Bones or a Torso Spirit Bone, replacing limb bones in the future would not be a problem with his Ultimate Life martial soul.

At that, deep emotion and fervor flashed through Xie Biyan's clouded old eyes.

The Young Master could casually reward a subordinate with such peerless treasures—what kind of boldness and magnanimity was that? A warrior would die for one who truly understood him. Though deeply moved, Xie Biyan no longer put on airs or declined. He gave a slight bow before vanishing into the darkness once more.

After returning to Notting Academy, Bai Shu immediately headed for Dormitory Seven. If nothing unexpected had happened, Tang San should have returned from hunting a spirit beast 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 already. Are you fighting or not?"

Hearing that, Bai Shu pushed open the door. When he saw the scene inside, his brow rose slightly.

Xiao Wu was standing in front of Wang Sheng and the other Work-Study Students, her hands planted on her slender waist and her chin tilted upward. She stared arrogantly at the newly returned Tang San with all the airs of a domineering big sister.

Tang San, on the other hand, looked utterly miserable.

His face was pale as paper, his expression listless, and heavy dark circles filled his eyes. He looked as though he had taken too much Whale Rubber and had been completely drained.

His coarse clothes were covered in mud and dark red bloodstains. Yet on that pale face hung an aloof arrogance that placed himself above everyone else, and his words were even more overbearing.

"I'll say it one last time. I have no interest in playing this boring children's game with you. Even together, none of you are my match. Stop bothering me."

Tang San was irritated to the extreme.

Something had gone wrong when he absorbed the Datura Snake spirit ring, injuring his internal organs. Then, on the way back, he had the misfortune of encountering two peerless experts fighting somewhere far away!

Just a few residual shockwaves from their battle had made his already terrible condition even worse. He and Yu Xiaogang had nearly died on the spot.

In his current state, forget releasing his martial soul to fight—even circulating Tang Sect techniques would worsen his internal injuries.

But if he acknowledged some little girl as his boss for no reason just because he was injured, the pride of his past self as a genius of the Tang Sect's outer sect would never allow it. Although he felt an inexplicable familiarity and fondness toward the delicate little girl before him, he absolutely could not lose face!

Tang San's condescending attitude clearly ignited Xiao Wu's fiery temper. Rolling up her sleeves, she was about to lash out. "You bastard, you're really asking for a beating..."

"Enough, Xiao Wu." Bai Shu spoke at the perfect moment as he stepped in through the doorway, forcibly interrupting Xiao Wu before she could begin. He had a better way to deal with Tang San.

"Since this new student thinks so highly of himself and does not wish to stick together with us Work-Study Students, we cannot force him. From now on, no one needs to concern themselves with anything involving him at the academy. Just treat Dormitory Seven as though he does not exist."

Bai Shu's words were casual, but they struck directly at the weak point.

As for Tang San, Bai Shu had naturally intended to kill him outright and eliminate future trouble.

But after witnessing the Asura God Mark triggered by Tang Hao's miserable death, Bai Shu had basically confirmed that Tang San, this Child of Fortune, was currently under the Asura God's close watch. Killing him now would very likely draw the other party's forced intervention.

Besides, Tang San was now Yu Xiaogang's disciple. If something happened to Tang San and Yu Xiaogang went to find that madwoman Bibi Dong, who knew what Bibi Dong might do?

So Bai Shu decided to change his approach. On one hand, he would seize all of Tang San's opportunities and completely destroy Tang San's hope of becoming a god.

On the other hand, he would slow Tang San's early growth through methods of suppression such as cold violence.

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

Anyone who had attended school knew that once a person was completely ignored and isolated within a group, the suffocating feeling of being excluded could have an enormous impact on their state of mind and daily life. Even if Tang San had a soul in his thirties hidden within him, he would never be able to cultivate in peace under such oppressive circumstances.

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

That would severely squeeze the little cultivation time he had left!