Adoption, Little Sister, and an Invitation to Experiment

Hearing Mo Qingfeng's rather timid statement, Mo Yuan could only sigh helplessly.

He snapped his fingers. The Soul Tool Ray Guns immediately broke apart, then flew to the empty doorframe and transformed back into the original door. As for the extra metal, it turned into two metal balls that landed steadily on the ground.

"What are you waiting for? Come in."

Mo Qingfeng came to his senses and led Lin Zhiwei and Na'er into the room.

"Xiaoyuan, what were those just now?"

"Just now?" Mo Yuan glanced at Mo Qingfeng and answered without hesitation, "That was the effect of my soul skill. It allows me to control metal. I just wanted to use the door at home for an experiment. Who knew you'd happen to come back?"

As he spoke, Mo Yuan glanced at Na'er, who was still suffering from the aftereffects of her "hissing." He fell silent for a moment, then raised a hand and created a candied hawthorn skewer out of thin air, handing it to Na'er.

Na'er stared blankly at the candied hawthorn skewer in front of her. After a moment, she finally took it.

"Thank you..."

Her voice was very soft. If Mo Yuan's hearing had not been exceptionally good, he probably would not have heard her thanks.

He did not mind, however, and instead turned to look at his parents. "Dad, Mom, it looks like things didn't go smoothly at the Administrative Headquarters?"

"That's right." Lin Zhiwei sighed. "Na'er doesn't seem to be from around here at all. We couldn't find any information about her in the database."

It was only natural that they could not find anything. After all, she was an undocumented person.

"What do we do now?"

Lin Zhiwei looked at her son and asked cautiously, "Xiaoyuan, do you... want a little sister?"

She looked worried about whether her son would be able to accept it.

Mo Yuan nodded, then gently stroked Na'er's smooth silver hair. "Then from now on, Na'er, you'll be my little sister."

Na'er, who was bravely battling the candied hawthorn skewer, raised her head in confusion. But after feeling Mo Yuan's warm palm, she gently nodded. "Mm, b-brother..."

"Hahaha—"

Watching this harmonious scene, Mo Qingfeng and Lin Zhiwei exchanged a glance before breaking into laughter.

The morning sunlight spilled across the wooden floor of the classroom at Red Mountain Academy.

Mo Yuan lay sprawled over a seat by the window in the back row, still calculating the parameters of a design drawing he had failed to finish the night before.

In truth, he did not want to come to class at all. In his opinion, what was taught here was not even as useful as the few introductory books he had read before.

Other children needed to come here to learn meditation techniques, but he did not.

Unfortunately, his resistance had been ruthlessly suppressed by his mother with the excuse, "You need to make a few more friends."

Fine. If he had to attend class, then so be it. Research was research, no matter where he did it.

At that moment, his brain was like a computer, processing information and data continuously and at high speed.

As time passed, the other students in the Soul Master class arrived one after another.

Aside from Mo Yuan, there were fifteen other students in this year's Soul Master class.

They were all half-grown children, and they were filled with curiosity about the Soul Master career that awaited them.

One of them was Tang Wulin, whom Mo Yuan had met briefly the day before. At that moment, he was arguing heatedly with a Little Fatty.

After the homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng, arrived, she went through the motions and had everyone introduce themselves. Then the first class began—meditation.

After briefly explaining the principles and methods of meditation, Lin Ximeng announced that they could act freely.

Mo Yuan had learned meditation long ago. The moment he closed his eyes, he entered a meditative state.

Lin Ximeng looked at him and nodded.

As expected of the dean's son.

As a senior teacher at Red Mountain Academy, she naturally knew Mo Yuan. In fact, she was not the only one; most of the other teachers knew him as well.

Who could blame him? When he was young, Lin Zhiwei often brought him out to show him off.

After doing so repeatedly, all the teachers at the academy came to know of his existence.

Time flew by, and soon it was time for school to end.

Tang Wulin was already unbearably hungry. The moment he heard Lin Ximeng announce the end of class, he immediately headed outside.

If he did not go back to eat soon, he felt he was going to starve to death here.

"Wait." Mo Yuan stopped Tang Wulin in front of him.

"Mo Yuan, is there something you need?" Tang Wulin naturally remembered Mo Yuan. After all, during the introductions, Mo Yuan had said that he possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

At the thought of this, he felt extremely envious. If only he had Innate Full Soul Power too.

"Grrr—"

Hearing the clear rumbling sound, Tang Wulin's face immediately turned awkward.

Mo Yuan shook his head. "Forget it. I'll take you to the cafeteria to get something to eat. We can talk there."

Although he was somewhat puzzled, his longing for food ultimately overcame his unease. Tang Wulin followed Mo Yuan to the teachers' cafeteria.

Looking around, he saw that everyone coming and going was a teacher from Red Mountain Academy.

Tang Wulin felt somewhat restrained, but Mo Yuan was not affected in the slightest.

"Mo Yuan, you're here. Today's your first day of school, right? How do you feel?"

The other teachers knew Mo Yuan as well, and they all began chatting with him.

Mo Yuan exchanged a few simple pleasantries with them. After getting their food, he led Tang Wulin to a table in the farthest corner.

Faced with the delicious-looking food, Tang Wulin did not hesitate at all and immediately started eating.

Only after emptying three plates did he wipe his mouth and stop.

It was not that he was full. He simply felt that continuing to eat would be impolite.

"Mo Yuan, thank you for treating me to a meal."

Mo Yuan nodded, then asked, "Tang Wulin, judging by your appearance, your family probably doesn't have enough money to buy you a Soul Spirit, do you?"

"Huh? A Soul Spirit? I..."

"Don't rush to deny it. You may not have much concept of this, but I can tell you that Soul Spirits in Aolai City cost seventy thousand Federation Coins for a White Soul Spirit and one million Federation Coins for a Yellow Soul Spirit. So, do you think your family can afford that expense?"

Seventy thousand?

Hearing that astronomical sum, Tang Wulin was dumbfounded. Although he did not have much understanding of money, he knew that this was definitely an exorbitant price.

"Teacher Lin Ximeng mentioned it in class today as well. You should understand the importance of a Soul Spirit to a Soul Master by now, right?"

Mo Yuan smiled. "As it happens, I'm rather curious about you. So, as long as you cooperate with me, I'm willing to pay you a sum of Federation Coins. How does that sound?"

Curious... about him?

For some reason, Tang Wulin suddenly shuddered and looked at Mo Yuan in alarm.

"Hey, don't look at me like I'm some kind of monster, okay? I might as well tell you that my father is the dean of Red Mountain Academy. You don't need to worry that I'm some kind of bad person. I just think your physique is very strong, so I want to run some tests on you. It won't affect you at all. On the contrary, with my help, your cultivation speed might even become faster."

Mo Yuan's voice echoed in Tang Wulin's ears like a demon's whisper. "How about I give you ten thousand Federation Coins each time? That's a very generous offer..."

"Sorry, I need to go back and think it over."

Tang Wulin ran away.

Mo Yuan chuckled and shook his head. He was still just a child, after all.

"I wonder if I can dig anything interesting out of Tang Wulin."