Fighting Soul

Ye Guyi, however, looked completely unruffled. Her voice was as pleasant as an elf's as she said, "Hello, everyone. My name is Ye Guyi. I'm twelve years old, a rank 36 Soul Elder."

"Hiss!"

As soon as Ye Guyi finished speaking, most of the boys below who had been coveting her beauty fell silent as cicadas in winter.

Only two boys still stared fixedly at Ye Guyi, greed in their eyes.

One of them wore splendid clothes. Ye Fan recognized him—he was Ju Zi's teammate from the day they met in Evil Demon Forest, the richly dressed boy.

The other was a capable-looking boy with short hair. His forearms were covered in scars, and he admired Ye Guyi as though he were admiring a work of art.

Even after Ye Guyi stepped down from the lectern and returned to Ye Fan's side, his gaze never dropped.

Ye Fan was very displeased and took a step forward, just blocking his line of sight toward Ye Guyi.

Their gazes collided, thick with the smell of gunpowder.

At the same time, Ye Fan's good brother Xiao Hongchen also noticed this person's covetous look toward Ye Guyi. He hurriedly took two steps forward and set up another human-shaped defense in front of Ye Fan.

This thoroughly enraged him.

The person's lips parted slightly as he said to Xiao Hongchen and Ye Fan, "Brats, I'll see you in the arena for the monthly exam."

As he spoke, he did not forget to make a throat-slitting gesture at Xiao Hongchen and Ye Fan.

Just as Ye Fan, Xiao Hongchen, and this person's eyes were about to spit fire, the homeroom teacher Lin Jiayi's voice rang out again. "Next, Ye Fan, it's your turn."

Hearing this, Ye Fan ignored the short-haired boy's provocation and strode toward the lectern in a few quick steps.

His figure still looked somewhat childish. The moment he stepped onto the lectern, waves of jeers immediately rose from below.

A burly, muscular man with short crimson hair suddenly slapped his desk and mocked loudly, "Boo, boo, boo! This is way too unfair, isn't it? Fine, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen transferred in, but now even some little brat whose hair hasn't even grown in can join our Grade 3 Class 1?"

At the same time, the short-haired boy from earlier did not forget to fan the flames. "Li Yan is right. Our Grade 3 Class 1 isn't a trash can. We don't accept just any stray cat or dog."

Quite a few students around them echoed him, their faces full of contempt and dissatisfaction. One scornful gaze after another all fell on Ye Fan.

At the same time, among them was also a figure in orange clothing staring fixedly at Ye Fan, as though she wanted to see right through him.

Ye Fan noticed this person. It was Ju Zi, whom he had encountered that day in Evil Demon Forest. Sitting beside her were the few teammates she had been with back then.

One of them was the noble boy who had just been staring intently at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan remembered them and planned to settle these accounts later.

At that moment, the homeroom teacher Lin Jiayi spoke again. "Quiet, all of you."

"Ye Fan, continue introducing yourself."

Only then did the crowd quiet down a little.

Suppressing his anger, Ye Fan continued, "My name is Ye Fan. I'm six years old, a rank 26 Grand Soul Master."

Before his words had even finished, the short-haired, scarred boy interrupted with a look of disdain. "Will you die if you don't brag?"

"Six years old and rank 26? If you're really rank 26, I'll call you Dad."

At the same time, when Ju Zi heard Ye Fan's information, she seemed even more certain of something. Her fingernails dug into her palm as she clenched her hand tightly, staring silently at Ye Fan.

The homeroom teacher Lin Jiayi at the side was just about to speak and reprimand him.

But Ye Fan interrupted him. Pointing at the short-haired, scarred boy, Ye Fan said, "You, you thing with dog eyes that look down on people."

"Watch carefully and see whether my cultivation is rank 26 or not."

As he spoke, Ye Fan released his martial soul, Death Angel.

Six pairs of jet-black wings suddenly unfurled from Ye Fan's back with a boom. Pale bone patterns covered the wings, and the pitch-black Death Angel martial soul hovered in the air. Two rich purple lights rose from beneath his feet, and two thousand-year purple soul rings slowly spun and lit up. A vast, deathly pressure swept through the entire classroom, and the noisy discussions instantly came to an abrupt stop. The whole room was dead silent.

The short-haired, scarred boy's face turned deathly pale. His Adam's apple bobbed hard as he murmured in a lost voice, "A thousand-year first ring, a thousand-year second ring... Impossible. This has to be an illusion."

The burly Li Yan also froze in place, his hand that had slapped the desk suspended in midair, his face full of disbelief.

Ju Zi and the others' pupils suddenly shrank. Their fingertips dug into their palms, their hearts filled with shock.

"It's him. He's the one who stole my thousand-year first ring."

Deathly energy churned around Ye Fan. His cold gaze locked straight onto that boy, and the purple rings around him blazed even brighter.

Ye Fan's tone was calm, yet carried a trace of teasing. "Come on, dear grandson. Call me Dad and let me hear it."

Hearing this, the short-haired, scarred boy's face flushed the color of pig liver.

He really wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground, but with so many people in the classroom watching, if he failed to fulfill his promise today, his reputation in Grade 3 Class 1 would be completely ruined.

Dozens of gazes throughout the classroom all fixed on the short-haired, scarred boy. The air was so oppressive it was hard to breathe. The boy's cheeks swelled into an ugly liver-red shade, and he clenched his hands and feet in embarrassment. Under unbearable humiliation, he could only brace himself and lower his head slightly, squeezing out two words toward Ye Fan in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz: "Dad!"

Ye Fan deliberately cupped his ear, raised his brows lightly, and said in a calm voice, "Good grandson, too quiet. I can't hear you."

A fierce light surged in the boy's eyes. His fists clenched until they cracked, and he growled through gritted teeth, "Brat, don't push your luck. If you really piss me off, I'll make sure you can't take a single step in Class 1!"

Ye Fan's face was full of disdain. The two thousand-year purple soul rings beneath his feet shone even brighter, and the deathly pressure once again pressed toward the other party. "What? You want to go back on something you said so casually?"

Under the entire class's watch, the boy had no room left to maneuver. Gritting his teeth, he used all the strength in his body and shouted loudly, "Dad!"

Ye Fan slowly withdrew his martial soul wings, the corners of his mouth curving into a teasing smile as he said calmly, "Good boy! Daddy will bring you candy tomorrow."

The audience below burst into an uproar. Li Yan was dumbstruck, Ju Zi and her group wore gloomy expressions, and that noble boy watched coldly from the side.

Their homeroom teacher, Lin Jiayi, spoke at just the right moment. "All right, the four students have now introduced themselves."

"From this moment on, I hereby announce that you are officially students of Grade 3 Class 1."

"Everyone, please give them a round of applause."

Lin Jiayi led the applause, and a sparse scattering of claps broke out among the many students below.

Lin Jiayi did not take it to heart. He continued, saying to Ye Fan and the other three, "Find any seats you like."

"Now, let us continue today's lesson."

Before he had even finished speaking—

The short-haired, scar-faced youth suddenly stood up with a fierce glint in his eyes and said to Ye Fan, who was still looking for a seat, "Ye Fan, I challenge you to a soul fight."

"The loser has to call the other one daddy. Do you dare?"

The moment those words came out, the whole room exploded.

One after another, people whispered, "I knew Xiao Xiafeng wouldn't just let being humiliated go."

Only then did Ye Fan learn that the short-haired, scar-faced youth's name was Xiao Xiafeng.

"He was definitely going to challenge Ye Fan to a soul fight the moment he officially became a student of Class 1."

"Tch, as if anyone couldn't have guessed that."

"But the problem now is, Ye Fan can refuse."

Some people could not help muttering, "This Xiao Xiafeng is way too shameless. He's already a Soul Elder, yet he's challenging a six-year-old Soul Grandmaster to a soul fight."

"Isn't he afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"

But they had forgotten that Xiao Xiafeng had already done something as humiliating as calling Ye Fan daddy. He no longer cared about his dignity at all. All he wanted was to beat Ye Fan up in the Soul Fighting Arena.

As the crowd below broke into heated discussion, Li Yan, who had spoken earlier, also stepped forward to fan the flames. "What's wrong, Ye Fan? Are you scared?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan frowned slightly. He knew that if he did not make an example of someone today, every random clown would dare jump out and provoke him.