Chaos Power Gu Yue Na'er, the Unlucky Oscar

Looking at Xiao Wu's sexy, alluring figure, Tang San smiled. He secretly glanced at Xiao Wu's perky rear, then immediately looked away, pretending to be calm.

Lin Fan saw all of it but said nothing. Let him look all he wanted; he would never get her anyway.

In the original story, Tang San had secretly touched Xiao Wu's rear too. Now that he did not dare touch her, he naturally stole a few glances. That was simply Tang San's nature. After all, he was a man—and an old man at that.

In the original plot, Tang San had held Xiao Wu for six years. After tricking her into becoming his little sister, he would often pretend to be joking as he touched her. He had become used to it, so he no longer appeared so desperate.

But now, Tang San had not even held Xiao Wu's hand. As a transmigrator who had been reborn for six years yet had never touched a girl's hand, this old man Tang San naturally found it hard to restrain himself.

Lin Fan did not know what Tang San might do later without Xiao Wu throwing herself into his arms. Maybe he would fight Dai Mubai over Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar over Ning Rongrong, or Ma Hongjun over Bai Chenxiang...

Lin Fan chuckled inwardly and did not dwell on it. For now, he could stop bullying Tang San, but if he truly started acting lecherous later, Lin Fan would have to give him another proper beating.

The old man handling registration first pinched Xiao Wu's wrist bones. Only after confirming that her bone age was suitable did he have her release her martial soul.

After Xiao Wu released her Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul, her cheeks became slightly rosy, and her beautiful large eyes turned a little red. Her lovely legs seemed even more slender, especially those two fluffy pink rabbit ears that could move.

"Two hundred-year soul rings. Mm, not bad. You may enter. Next..." the old man handling registration said appreciatively.

Xiao Wu smiled mischievously but did not go in. Instead, she turned around and stood at the entrance, curiously watching Lin Fan and Gu Yue Na'er.

Tang San stepped forward next and released his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. He also had two hundred-year soul rings.

The old man handling registration clicked his tongue in amazement. "Blue Silver Grass can actually be cultivated to this extent. What a little monster. You may enter as well..."

Tang San nodded and walked over to Xiao Wu.

Lin Fan squeezed Gu Yue Na'er's hand and said, "Come on, Na'er. Let's register together."

Gu Yue Na'er nodded obediently, and the two walked forward together.

The old man handling registration first pinched Lin Fan's and Gu Yue Na'er's wrist bones in turn to judge their ages. Luckily, he had not touched their hands directly, or Lin Fan would have beaten this lecherous old man.

"Hmm? This girl's hand bones are somewhat unusual. She should only be twelve years old. You two, release your martial souls..."

The old man handling registration did not suspect anything, and his expression quickly returned to normal.

Lin Fan glanced at Gu Yue Na'er, and the two released their martial souls.

Beneath Gu Yue Na'er, three soul rings rose: two purple and one black. She was already level 31. Last night, she had absorbed the third soul ring produced by the Silver Dragon King within her body and gained her third soul skill, Elemental Fusion.

Three soul rings likewise rose beneath Lin Fan, also two purple and one black. Last night, he had broken through the peak of level 30 Soul Power and automatically gained his first Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

This was the first of the six skills innate to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword. As long as his Soul Power broke through level 30, he could automatically gain the first skill, called Flying Sword Slash.

Lin Fan's second soul skill came from the lottery: Li Bai's second skill, Touch of God. It was later attached to a nine-thousand-year soul ring, turning Touch of God into a true soul skill.

The permanent skills Lin Fan had obtained through the lottery were Berserk, Bring in the Wine, and Touch of God.

These permanent skills could also be attached to soul rings, replacing the soul rings' original skills and becoming true soul skills. Naturally, after Touch of God was attached to a soul ring, its power also increased.

In truth, after cultivating the Eight Nine Mysterious Art, Lin Fan could already absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring as his second soul ring. However, in order not to attract Spirit Hall's attention, he had chosen a more powerful type of nine-thousand-year soul ring instead.

As for Gu Yue Na'er, although her soul rings currently appeared as two purple and one black, her control over every type of element was actually equal. All of her soul rings came from the Silver Dragon King's gift, and their current colors only represented how much power she had awakened.

When Gu Yue Na'er reached her complete form, every one of her soul rings would turn pale gold. That was only her original state. Now that Gu Yue Na'er possessed Chaos Power within her body, even Lin Fan could not guess what state she would reach at her peak.

A single Phoenix Power Qin could destroy heaven and earth. As an existence of the same level, Chaos Power naturally would not be inferior.

"What... Two thousand-year soul rings, and a ten-thousand-year soul ring... How could you two possibly... both possess ten-thousand-year soul rings?"

The old man handling registration could no longer sit still. He stood up directly, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Lin Fan and Gu Yue Na'er, as though his eyeballs were about to pop out.

Becoming Soul Elders at the age of twelve already made them monsters among monsters.

The colors of those soul rings completely overturned this old Soul Emperor's understanding of soul rings...

At most, he had heard that someone had successfully absorbed a ten-thousand-year soul ring as their fourth soul ring, but there had only been a few such cases in history. Absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring as a third soul ring was something he simply could not believe...

Yet the scene before him left him no choice but to believe...

In Lin Fan's hand was a crimson-purple longsword, its blade faintly emitting a mysterious gleam.

A silver dragon phantom coiled around Gu Yue Na'er's body, and a silver mark appeared on her forehead.

The old man handling registration's expression suddenly changed. As someone who also possessed a beast martial soul, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful pressure from Gu Yue Na'er. He felt as though the martial soul within his body was already trembling in fear.

"Y-you... What is your martial soul?"

The old man handling registration's voice trembled.

Gu Yue Na'er answered calmly, "My martial soul is the Seven-Colored Dragon. I hope Teacher can keep the rest a secret for us..."

"Seven-Colored Dragon... Could it be a mutated martial soul from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan? Back then, Liu Erlong of the Golden Iron Triangle possessed the Fire Dragon, a mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan. It was no weaker than a true Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. This silver dragon..."

But even a mutated martial soul from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan should not be powerful enough to allow someone to become a Soul Elder at twelve and possess a ten-thousand-year soul skill...

And where had this young man come from...

It seemed he truly had to keep this secret. Otherwise, if Spirit Hall learned of these two peerless geniuses, they would surely spare no expense in snatching them from Shrek Academy...

Thinking of this, the old man handling registration's expression became extremely grave. He quickly nodded and said in a deep voice, "You two, put away your martial souls quickly. Mubai, take them inside..."

"Coming, Teacher..." Dai Mubai suddenly jumped out. His body was still wrapped in bandages. After walking up to them and seeing the registration old man's grave expression, he was secretly alarmed as well. He hurriedly forced an ugly smile onto his face.

"Fan Ge, Na Jie, I knew even Teacher would be shocked by your strength. Let's go..."

As he spoke, Dai Mubai secretly glanced at Gu Yue Na'er before leading the way. But after taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and looked back at Zhu Zhuqing, who was registering. His gaze became somewhat complicated.

"So it's her. Why is she here..."

Dai Mubai immediately turned his head away. Worried about exposing his identity, he said nothing. Only after leading Lin Fan and the other three to the location of the second test did he turn and leave.

Lin Fan glanced at Dai Mubai but said nothing. Let Dai Mubai be happy for now. Later, Lin Fan would let him experience what it felt like to be cheated on.

Lin Fan did not necessarily have to take these girls for himself, but a little flirtation was quite nice. As for whether to take them, he would wait for these girls to confess their love to him of their own accord. Only after they willingly acknowledged Gu Yue Na'er as their elder sister would he consider it.

Just then, an effeminate voice suddenly rang out.

"Sausages for sale! Oscar-brand sausages, fair prices for young and old alike! Junior brothers and sisters, come buy a sausage..."

Lin Fan looked over and, sure enough, it was that effeminate Oscar. He was pushing a sausage cart, while his somewhat lecherous little eyes kept glancing at the female students nearby.

But in the end, Oscar's gaze landed on Gu Yue Na'er beside Lin Fan. His lecherous little eyes immediately lit up with excitement. He pushed the sausage cart directly over to the four of them, winked at Gu Yue Na'er, and said,

"When did such a beautiful silver-haired girl arrive at Shrek Academy? How about this senior brother gives you..."

Oscar made an exaggerated expression and was just about to continue when Lin Fan disdainfully said, "Old man, at your age, you're still lusting after girls? You should go back and keep your wife company."

"What..." Oscar's expression instantly became rather comical. He said indignantly, "Who are you calling old man? I'm only fourteen. Where would I get a wife?"

"Ah, you're only fourteen? I'd say your son is fourteen, more like it. You must be forty, right..." Xiao Wu curiously looked at Oscar's thick beard and could not help laughing.