Stole Tang San's Mom's Soul Bone!

With a low shout from Xiao Lin, the yellow Soul Ring on the Nine Phoenix Ceremonial Flute suddenly lit up. A surging wave of Soul Power burst from the flute, transforming into invisible Sound Blades that shot forward!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Sound Blades fell like rain, tearing through the air!

The Blue Silver Grass rushing toward him was sliced cleanly apart the instant it touched the Sound Blades, as though it were made of paper!

The severed stalks fell to the ground, purple juice flowing from them with a sizzling corrosive sound.

Tang San's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly retreated.

But the Sound Blades did not stop there. As if they had eyes, they howled after Tang San's fleeing figure!

Tang San rolled and dodged across the clearing in a miserable state. Several gashes were cut into his clothes, exposing the bleeding skin beneath.

"What... what kind of Soul Skill is this?!" Tang San stared at Xiao Lin in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had never seen such an attack method before.

There was no need for contact or even proximity. All Xiao Lin had to do was play that flute, and he could unleash such razor-sharp attacks! This was not an auxiliary Soul Skill at all—it was a pure offensive Soul Skill!

Xiao Lin lowered the Nine Phoenix Ceremonial Flute and looked at him calmly.

"Tang San, you said I was trash."

"And now, you're being chased down and beaten by trash."

"So who do you think is the real trash?"

Tang San lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

His clothes had been shredded by the Sound Blades, and the exposed skin beneath was covered in fine cuts. Blood seeped out, staining his clothes red.

The wounds were not deep, merely superficial. But for Tang San, who had always thought highly of himself, the psychological blow from this defeat was far more unbearable than the pain of his injuries.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Xiao Lin and roared, "It doesn't count! This doesn't count! I was careless! I haven't used my full strength yet! If you've got the guts, fight me again!"

Xiao Lin put away the Nine Phoenix Ceremonial Flute and gave him an indifferent glance.

"Not interested."

"You—" Tang San trembled with rage. "You're scared, aren't you? You only won one move by luck just now. What are you so proud of?!"

Xiao Lin did not answer. He turned and left.

He truly had no interest in continuing to waste time with Tang San.

That brief exchange had already given him a clear understanding of Tang San's capabilities: twenty-ninth-rank Soul Power, two hundred-year Soul Rings, and a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul whose poison was somewhat stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass—but that was all.

Without Tang Hao backing him up, Tang San was merely an ordinary Soul Master with decent talent.

The Blue Silver Grass had practically been raised into uselessness!

More importantly—Tang Hao was nearby.

That Clear Sky Douluo at the Titled Douluo level was likely hiding in some corner right now, silently watching his son.

If Xiao Lin truly dealt Tang San a harsh blow, Tang Hao would absolutely act without hesitation and slap him into a lump of meat.

Fighting a spoiled second-generation brat protected by a powerhouse brought no benefits if he won and disaster if he lost. Xiao Lin had no intention of making such a losing deal.

"Xiao Lin! Stop right there!" Tang San shouted behind him.

Xiao Lin did not stop walking. Without looking back, he waved a hand.

"Tang San, save your breath. If you really want to fight, come find me once you can break through my Sound Blades."

"You—"

Just then, a deep voice came from nearby.

"Enough!"

Everyone turned to look and saw Yu Xiaogang striding over from the direction of the teaching building, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He wore a gray robe, and his hair was combed impeccably, but furious flames burned in his eyes.

He had witnessed the entire scene.

He had watched his disciple Tang San get effortlessly defeated by Xiao Lin. He had watched Tang San lie on the ground in a wretched state. He had watched Xiao Lin turn and leave with ease—this sight deeply wounded his pride.

"Xiao Lin!" Yu Xiaogang stepped closer, glaring sharply at Xiao Lin. "What Soul Skill did you use just now?"

"Guangling Melody," Xiao Lin answered calmly.

"Guangling Melody?" Yu Xiaogang frowned. "Why have I never heard of this Soul Skill? Where did you learn it?"

"I developed it myself," Xiao Lin said blandly. "What is it, Master? Do you have some advice?"

"You developed it yourself?" Yu Xiaogang's frown deepened, and his tone was clearly distrustful. "You were a child without even a Soul Ring six years ago. You expect me to believe you could develop such a complicated Soul Skill? Do you take me for a three-year-old?"

Xiao Lin could not help laughing.

"Master, that's an interesting thing to say," he said unhurriedly.

"Didn't you say the Nine Phoenix Ceremonial Flute could only follow an auxiliary path? Didn't you say it could only slow and interfere with enemies, that it could not be used for direct offense? Well, I just defeated your disciple with it. Shouldn't you be happy? This proves your theory, doesn't it? Oh, no—that's not right. I took the offensive path, so by your logic, I should have failed. Yet I won anyway. How do you explain that?"

Yu Xiaogang was rendered speechless, his entire face flushing red.

"You used underhanded tricks!" After holding it in for a long while, he finally forced out those words. "Tang San's Blue Silver Grass hadn't fully displayed its strength before you ambushed him!"

"Ambushed him?" Xiao Lin raised a brow. "Master, there are so many people here watching. Tang San was clearly the one who attacked first. I merely counterattacked. You call that an ambush?"

"You!"

"Enough, Master. I don't want to argue with you." Xiao Lin cut him off. "I have things to do, so I'll be leaving."

With that, he ignored Yu Xiaogang's nearly twisted expression and strode away.

As he walked out through the academy gates, Xiao Wu caught up with him.

"Xiao Lin! Xiao Lin, wait for me!"

Xiao Lin stopped and turned around, watching her run over while gasping for breath.

"You really aren't going to Shrek Academy?" Xiao Wu grabbed his sleeve and asked anxiously. "You clearly beat Tang San just now. You're much stronger than him! Shrek Academy will definitely accept you!"

"I know." Xiao Lin smiled. "But I have other things to do."

"What could possibly be more important than going to Shrek?"

Xiao Lin fell silent for a moment before saying, "Xiao Wu, go to Shrek first. Once I've handled what I need to do, I'll come find you."

"But..."

"Be good." Xiao Lin patted her shoulder without offering further explanation.

Because he knew that if Xiao Wu followed him, Tang San would definitely come looking for trouble again.

At that point, Tang San's teacher and that father of his, who knew where he was hiding, would both get involved. That would become troublesome.

Xiao Wu opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she closed it.

She understood Xiao Lin's personality. Once he made a decision, it was difficult to change his mind.

"...Then come find me soon," she said quietly, her eyes slightly red.

"I will." Xiao Lin nodded solemnly.

Xiao Wu reluctantly released his sleeve and walked away, looking back every few steps. Xiao Lin stood where he was, watching her figure disappear around the street corner before letting out a long breath.

Now, it was time to handle the real business.

P.S.: It's going to be a multi-female-lead story. Whoever you want him to take in, he'll take in?