Born to Kill! (Please Bookmark and Vote!)

"Kid, your name is Su Yi, right?"

The white-haired old man seated inside looked up at Su Yi, who stood in the doorway with a cold expression, and asked.

"Mm."

"Let me test you. Martial Souls awakened by Soul Masters come in only two types: Tool Martial Souls and Beast Martial Souls."

"So, do you know what types Soul Masters are divided into?"

Hearing Mars's question, Su Yi replied coldly, "Soul Masters are divided into six major types: Assault-type Soul Masters, Control-type Soul Masters, Support-type Soul Masters, Food-type Soul Masters, Agility-attack type Soul Masters, and Defense-type Soul Masters."

These simple questions could not stump him. After all, Bibi Dong had explained these basic matters to him in the carriage. He remembered everything Bibi Dong had told him.

"Not bad, kid."

Mars, the dean of Spirit Academy, smiled as he looked at the cool-faced Su Yi.

Su Yi's icy, unapproachable demeanor had no effect on Mars whatsoever.

On the contrary, he admired this little fellow greatly.

He was His Holiness the Pope's disciple, and His Holiness had told him that this child possessed Innate Full Soul Power and an exceptionally powerful Martial Soul.

She had also made it clear that once this child graduated from Spirit Academy, he would become Spirit Hall's only Holy Son.

Mars could also sense the fluctuations of Soul Power coming from the child—Level Twelve.

His only flaw was probably his personality.

Looking at Su Yi, who stood there with an utterly indifferent gaze, Mars rose to his feet.

He walked straight over to Su Yi and said with a smile, "Come on. I'll take you to your class first. After that, someone will tell you where you'll be staying."

"You little bastard, I'm here!"

After what had happened yesterday, Hu Liena had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. The image of herself kissing Su Yi kept surfacing in her mind.

Whenever she thought of it, she felt a faint ache in the fierce weapons on her chest. That tingling sensation made her entire body tremble.

It was not until noon that Hu Liena finally decided to come find that little bastard.

"Hm? No one's here?"

Hu Liena pushed open Su Yi's room, but there was no one inside.

Normally, Su Yi would be cultivating in his room. Unless she forcibly dragged him out to play, the guy was simply a cultivation fanatic—aside from cultivating, all he did was cultivate.

Seeing that Su Yi was not in the room, Hu Liena immediately ran to Bibi Dong's Pope's Palace.

"Teacher, where's Su Yi?"

When Bibi Dong saw Hu Liena arrive, a trace of gentleness appeared on her face.

"I sent that child to Spirit Academy."

"Huh?"

Hu Liena froze slightly upon hearing Bibi Dong's words.

He had been sent to Spirit Academy so soon? Well, she, her brother, and Yan had entered Spirit Academy when they were six or seven.

After entering Spirit Academy, they would probably see each other only once a year at most.

Thinking of this, Hu Liena lost her enthusiasm, and a hint of disappointment appeared in her eyes.

"Nana, you'll need to cultivate diligently from now on. Otherwise, that little fellow will catch up to you."

Bibi Dong noticed the disappointment in Hu Liena's eyes. She walked over, placed a hand on Hu Liena's little head, and gently rubbed it. "That little fellow's cultivation talent is terrifying. Don't let him catch up to you."

"Mm, Teacher, I understand. I'll definitely cultivate hard and never let him catch up to me."

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Hu Liena perked up again.

Thinking of how that guy cultivated day and night, she realized that if she did not cultivate with all her strength too, he really might catch up to her.

With that in mind, Hu Liena bade Bibi Dong farewell and ran back to her residence to begin cultivating.

"Kid, this is your class!"

Mars, the dean of Spirit Academy, brought Su Yi into the junior student building and stopped before the door to Junior Class One on the first floor.

Pointing at the classroom before them, he spoke.

"Mm."

Hearing Su Yi's response, Mars knocked on the door.

"Dean, why are you here?"

After Mars knocked, a young man about twenty-five or twenty-six years old walked out of the classroom.

Seeing Mars and Su Yi standing outside, he was slightly startled and asked.

"Mo Ke, this child is His Holiness the Pope's newly accepted disciple. He'll stay in your class for one year. A year from now, he'll enter Class Zero."

"Class Zero?!"

Upon hearing Mars's words, Mo Ke stared at Su Yi with shock in his eyes.

How old was this child? He looked to be only six or seven.

A year later, he would be seven or eight at most. For a child of seven or eight to possess Level Sixteen Soul Power would already count as genius-level talent.

Yet every child in Class Zero was at least twelve years old, and their strength was all above that of a Soul Grandmaster.

Sending this child into Class Zero—wasn't that simply sending him to his death?

Why would His Holiness the Pope send her own disciple to a class that trained dead soldiers? Could it be that His Holiness intended to train this disciple as a dead soldier?

The reason Mo Ke had such thoughts was because he saw Su Yi's utterly indifferent eyes.

Those eyes were not something a child should possess. There was not the slightest emotion within them.

Looking at Su Yi's emotionless eyes and the chill he radiated, Mo Ke could not help thinking, This child was born to kill.

"Alright, Dean. I understand. I'll take good care of this child."

"Mm. I'll leave this child to you from now on. I'll be going."

Hearing Mo Ke's reply, Mars glanced at little Su Yi before turning and leaving.

As Mars departed, Mo Ke looked at little Su Yi standing in the doorway with a cold expression and could not help feeling a little headache coming on.

This little fellow was simply trouble to him.

He truly did not know what bad things might happen after this child entered his class.

With that thought, Mo Ke reached out, intending to pat Su Yi's little head.

"Hm?"

Seeing the hand reaching toward the top of his head, Su Yi's gaze toward Mo Ke grew even colder.

"Uh..."

Meeting Su Yi's ice-cold eyes, Mo Ke's outstretched hand stopped in midair. He gave Su Yi an awkward smile.

"Um, kid, what's your name?"

"Su Yi."

Hearing Su Yi's utterly frigid reply, Mo Ke felt even more troubled.

The child's gaze was so cold, and his words were even colder.

Could this child truly get along well with the other children in his class? Mo Ke could not help wondering.

Let me clarify something about dead soldiers: Bibi Dong was not raising the protagonist as a dead soldier. She simply felt that method would better improve the male lead's strength. Besides, his personality was already cold and Decisive in Killing. Class Zero was meant to let the male lead understand the cruelty of the Soul Master World in advance and lay the groundwork for his later entry into the City of Slaughter.

The dead soldier part was only Mo Ke's own assumption.

If I didn't explain it, I'm afraid you all would roast me. (Dog head for protection!) New author asking for support! Please take care of me! Please bookmark! Please vote! Please leave good reviews! (Heart!)