Xiao Wu Wants to Build Xiao Lin a Harem!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the group, the atmosphere among the girls was completely different.

Xiao Wu walked in the middle, linking her left arm with Ning Rongrong's and her right arm with Zhu Zhuqing's. Her face was full of a radiant smile, as though the earlier defeat had nothing to do with her.

"How was that? How was that? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Xiao Wu smugly shook her head. "Isn't Xiao Lin amazing? Isn't he especially handsome?"

Ning Rongrong blinked her lively eyes, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "He really is impressive. I always thought you were exaggerating when you said things like, 'Xiao Lin is number one under heaven,' or, 'Xiao Lin is the most handsome.' I never expected him to be even more outstanding in person than you described."

"Of course!" Xiao Wu proudly raised her chin, as though she herself had received the praise. "He's the man I had my eye on since childhood. How could he possibly be lacking?"

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing, but an almost imperceptible strange glimmer flashed through her cool eyes.

She recalled Xiao Lin's figure during the battle—his azure robes fluttering, his flute music lingering in the air, his movements graceful, his swordsmanship fierce. Every gesture carried an unhurried, composed air.

He truly... had been dazzling.

"Still," Ning Rongrong suddenly lowered her voice and leaned close to Xiao Wu's ear with a mischievous smile.

"Xiao Wu, you like him that much. Aren't you afraid another girl will steal him away? I noticed quite a few girls looking at him strangely just now."

Xiao Wu waved her hand unconcernedly. "Let them try. It's not like I mind."

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment. "You don't mind?"

"That's right, I don't." Xiao Wu spoke as though it were only natural. "An outstanding man should have many women who like him. If he belonged to me alone, that would only mean he wasn't outstanding enough."

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, each seeing a trace of surprise in the other's eyes.

Xiao Wu's way of thinking was indeed somewhat unconventional by human standards.

But for Xiao Wu, who had come from the world of Soul Beasts, it was perfectly normal—in the world of Soul Beasts, a powerful male having multiple females was simply the natural order of things.

Not only did she not mind Xiao Lin having other women, she even hoped more outstanding girls would like him. That way, she could bring all those girls to Xiao Lin's side as gifts for him.

At that thought, Xiao Wu's eyes lit up. She had already begun plotting how to "lure" Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing over to Xiao Lin's side.

Meanwhile, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai, walking ahead of them, listened to the three girls' conversation behind them. Their expressions grew darker one after another.

"Damn it," Ma Hongjun cursed under his breath. "What's wrong with Xiao Wu and the others? Aren't we the teammates here? Why are they taking an outsider's side?"

Oscar gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. "Can't be helped. Xiao Lin really is stronger than us. That's just how the Soul Master world works—strength reigns supreme."

"Strong my ass!" Dai Mubai snorted coldly, a flash of defiance passing through his eyes. "His Soul Power is only a few levels higher than ours. Once I reach his level, I'll beat him just as easily!"

Though he said that, he knew perfectly well that it was nothing more than self-consolation.

Xiao Lin was not only ahead of them in Soul Power; his combat awareness, use of Soul Skills, and ability to adapt in battle all far surpassed theirs. Even at the same level, he might not have been Xiao Lin's match.

That realization left him feeling utterly stifled.

Inside Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Xiao Lin was leisurely making his way back to his courtyard.

He did not return directly to his dormitory. Instead, he took a turn, left the gates of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and headed toward Heaven Dou City.

His destination was the Heaven Dou City Spirit Hall Branch.

As he entered the Spirit Hall Branch, a solemn and imposing aura washed over him. The hall was spacious and brightly lit, its walls carved with images of various Martial Souls. At its center stood a massive angel statue, symbolizing Spirit Hall's supreme authority.

Xiao Lin walked straight to the front desk and said to the receptionist, "I want to report someone."

The receptionist was a young woman. Her eyes clearly brightened when she saw Xiao Lin's appearance, and her tone became far more welcoming. "May I ask what you wish to report?"

"I wish to report someone suspected of being the descendant of a Spirit Hall wanted criminal." Xiao Lin's voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly to everyone present. "At the entrance of Heaven Dou Royal Academy just now, a boy named Tang San openly revealed the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul. And his surname is Tang."

That was Xiao Lin's plan. Killing Tang San himself carried too much risk, so it was better to redirect the trouble toward Spirit Hall.

The receptionist's expression changed instantly.

Clear Sky Hammer, surname Tang—put those two pieces of information together, and the identity they pointed to was obvious.

The son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!

"Are you certain?!" The receptionist's voice rose sharply.

"Absolutely." Xiao Lin nodded. "There were hundreds of people present, and they all saw it with their own eyes. You can verify it easily enough."

The receptionist did not dare delay. She immediately turned and ran into the inner hall.

Before long, a middle-aged man in ornate robes hurried out, his expression grave. He came before Xiao Lin and asked solemnly, "Young brother, was what you just said true? Did that boy named Tang San truly reveal the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul?"

"Absolutely." Xiao Lin repeated, "I was there and saw it myself. There was also a man named Yu Xiaogang with him—the so-called 'theory master.' If you move quickly, you should still be able to find them in Heaven Dou City."

A sharp gleam flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He fell silent for a moment, then cupped his hands toward Xiao Lin. "Thank you, young brother, for providing this information. Spirit Hall will treat this matter with the utmost seriousness."

Xiao Lin nodded and turned to leave the Spirit Hall Branch.

The moment he stepped outside, he looked up at the sky.

The sun was setting, staining the horizon with blood-red clouds, beautiful yet eerie.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao," Xiao Lin murmured, "your son has exposed himself. What will you do next?"

A smile curled across his lips as he headed toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

A show of dogs biting dogs was about to begin. All he needed to do was pull up a little stool and wait for the entertainment to start.

Tang San had no idea that a moment of hot-blooded rivalry had already pushed him to the edge of an abyss.

He was currently lying in a shabby inn room in Heaven Dou City, both arms in splints and his body wrapped in bandages. Yu Xiaogang had forced the three Dragon Beard Needles out with internal force, but the wounds they left still throbbed faintly. More painful still was his heart.

He could not forget the humiliation he had suffered today.

He could not forget Xiao Lin's condescending gaze, the mockery and disdain of the surrounding crowd, or the way Xiao Wu had looked at Xiao Lin with stars in her eyes—that gaze should have belonged to him!

"Xiao Lin... I will make you pay..." Tang San lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes glittering with bone-deep hatred.