Evil-Eyed White Tiger

"Muchu, why did that waiter look at us so strangely when he said to have fun?" Xiao Wu asked as they climbed the stairs to the third floor.

"Uh, Xiao Wu, you really don't know?" Qin Muchu's mouth twitched. Did she genuinely not know, or was she pretending?

"Should I?" Xiao Wu blinked her large ruby-like eyes, looking utterly baffled.

Meeting her gaze, clear and innocent as a pool of water, Qin Muchu felt a stab of guilt. All right, this little rabbit spent her time either in class or with him. Maybe she really didn't know.

"Well, Xiao Wu, ahem. Roses usually symbolize love. The Rose Hotel is a hotel couples come to together."

Xiao Wu froze, then her little face turned bright red. "Pah! You pervert! Boys' minds are so dirty."

Qin Muchu stared at her. "How is my mind dirty? Heaven and earth are my witnesses—you picked the hotel, and you asked the question. How is this my fault?"

"It just is! If you weren't thinking about that stuff, how did you know the answer the moment I asked? Hmph!" Xiao Wu said as if it were obvious.

Qin Muchu wisely shut his mouth. He knew the more he said, the worse it would get.

When Qin Muchu fell silent, Xiao Wu gave another little huff, convinced she had seen through him, and rolled her eyes dramatically.

Before long, they reached the Red Ocean room. To be fair, its furnishings lived up to the steep price. The first thing they saw on opening the door was a huge red heart in the center of the living room, made entirely of roses—thousands of them at least. Deep crimson drapes fell from the ceiling and trailed down to the soft carpet beneath their feet, lending the room a dreamlike air. A huge heart-shaped bed stood farther inside, with sheets and covers in vivid red. Even the tea set by the window had been arranged in a heart. A faint rose fragrance lingered in the air, and together with the deliberately dimmed lights, it gave the whole room an intimate atmosphere.

"Wow, it's so pretty! Muchu, can we stay here a few more days?" Pink bubbles practically floated in Xiao Wu's eyes as she clung to Qin Muchu's arm and shook it hard.

"Ahem. Xiao Wu, we came here for school. We're still young; we should focus on our studies," Qin Muchu advised her earnestly.

"Tch. Stingy," Xiao Wu muttered. Then she launched herself onto the bed. "It's so soft and comfortable! A thousand times better than those hard bedboards at Nuoding Academy. Muchu, come try it!"

Qin Muchu walked over and gave her rabbit ears a tug. "All right. You'll have a chance to sleep here all you want later. First, there's something important I need to tell you. One person has kept this room reserved for years—the Star Luo Prince I told you about. He'll probably come looking for trouble soon. When he does, here's what you'll do..."

As she listened to Qin Muchu's plan, Xiao Wu's eyes lit up. "Yes! It's been so long since I last had a fight. Sister Xiao Wu's fists have been itching!"

That afternoon, Qin Muchu and Xiao Wu were cultivating in the room when a violent pounding came from the door, followed by a stream of curses. "You two in there, come out! If you know what's good for you, get lost! Don't you know I've had this room reserved all along?"

Qin Muchu and Xiao Wu stopped cultivating at the same time and exchanged a glance. Qin Muchu nodded. "He's here."

Xiao Wu sprang out of bed, opened the door, and planted her hands on her hips in one smooth motion. "What fool with a death wish dared knock on my door? Tired of living?"

Outside stood a blond young man of about fifteen, his face full of anger. He had an alluring woman tucked under each arm, and his mismatched eyes were especially striking. Behind him, the waiter and hotel manager wore ingratiating smiles.

Mismatched eyes, blond hair, twins. This had to be Dai Mubai.

Seeing that a young girl had opened the door, Dai Mubai frowned and looked straight at Qin Muchu, who was coming up behind her. "I don't pick fights with women. Kid, take your girl and leave this room now, and I'll pretend this never happened."

Qin Muchu's expression darkened. Dai Mubai is a prince, yet every other word out of his mouth is a boast about himself. How can his manners be this bad?

With a mouth that foul, Dai Mubai had killed any interest Qin Muchu had in talking to him. Qin Muchu turned to Xiao Wu. "Xiao Wu, teach him how to speak properly."

"You got it." Xiao Wu squeezed her small fists, sending a crackle through her knuckles, and fixed Dai Mubai with an unfriendly stare.

Hearing Qin Muchu tell this little girl to deal with him, Dai Mubai immediately looked disdainful. "Kid, what kind of man hides behind a woman? What, are you hoping she'll cry and beg for mercy when you lose?"

Xiao Wu flew into a rage. "You dare look down on me? Take this!"

The wind from her approaching fist startled Dai Mubai. He hurriedly pushed the women aside and crossed his arms before his chest. Bang! Xiao Wu's punch struck him head-on and drove him back several steps.

"How was that? Did you enjoy Sister Xiao Wu's fist?" Xiao Wu asked smugly after landing her blow.

But Dai Mubai no longer dared underestimate the little girl. That punch had told him she was no ordinary child. His White Tiger Martial Soul was a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, and in raw strength he ranked among the best at his level. Yet she had knocked him back with a single punch. The shock ran deep.

"No wonder you're so arrogant. You're a Soul Master too. In that case, I'll get serious. White Tiger Possession!" Dai Mubai shouted, activating his Martial Soul. Intense white light surged from his body, and three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—appeared around him. His muscles swelled, his fingertips became sharp claws, and he looked far more imposing.

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!" Dai Mubai opened his mouth and fired a beam of light straight at Xiao Wu.

"Hmph! You think you're the only one with Soul Skills? Martial Soul Possession!" Xiao Wu gave a defiant snort as four Soul Rings—Two Yellow, Two Purple—came fully into view around her. "Third Soul Skill: Instant Teleportation!"

As the skill took effect, Xiao Wu vanished. Dai Mubai's Soul Skill lost its target and struck the floor instead. But his attention was already elsewhere. He stared at the spot where Xiao Wu had disappeared, disbelief filling his eyes.

Dai Mubai stood dazed, but Xiao Wu did not. She teleported behind him and kicked him in the waist, sending him flying several meters.

The kick jolted Dai Mubai out of his daze. He struggled to his feet, his face full of disbelief. "No. How is this possible? How could you be a Soul Ancestor?"