Hypocritical Tang San, Refusing to Become a Disciple

"Got it!"

Xiao Wu answered.

She glanced at Ye Qiu, then returned to her own bed.

As she packed her things, she continued to taunt him.

"Hmph~"

"Xiao San, he isn't even a Soul Master. Do you think any academy will take him?"

"I don't know either. There probably is one."

Tang San answered with a smile. He glanced at Ye Qiu, then lowered his head and continued packing.

"..."

Ye Qiu smiled and ignored them, merely closing his eyes.

He continued cultivating,

silently waiting for his Dual Kamui.

"Haha~ I bet nobody will take him!"

Xiao Wu laughed loudly.

Her scarlet eyes remained fixed on Ye Qiu, as though she wanted to see something on his face.

But when Xiao Wu saw Ye Qiu start cultivating again...

Her pretty face immediately fell.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Wu angrily threw down what she was holding, thoroughly displeased.

"You've cultivated for so long, but aren't you still trash?"

In all of Dorm Seven, Ye Qiu was undoubtedly the most diligent when it came to cultivation.

After Tang San and Xiao Wu received their Soul Master stipends, they no longer needed to work to pay for their studies. People even scrambled to do their work for them.

As for Ye Qiu, thanks to his fiancée,

his father-in-law by marriage had left behind a fairly substantial inheritance before he died.

Though it wasn't much,

it was enough to cover his food, clothing, lodging, and travel.

That was why Ye Qiu had been able to bring a good quilt with him when he enrolled, and why he had no need to work to pay for his studies or worry about making a living afterward.

Apart from attending classes, Ye Qiu spent all the time he saved on cultivation.

"Hm?"

Xiao Wu's eyes darted around. She glanced at the quilt on her bed that had accompanied her for six years, then looked at Ye Qiu. An idea immediately came to her, and she smiled slyly before quieting down.

Soon,

clap, clap.

Xiao Wu clapped her hands and instructed Tang San, who had long since finished packing his luggage, "Xiao San, I'm done packing too. Hurry and put my things away for me."

"Mm."

Tang San nodded, got up, and walked over to put Xiao Wu's luggage into his Storage Soul Tool, the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

"All right, Xiao Wu, let's go."

"Mm-hmm, let's go."

Xiao Wu nodded with a grin.

Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu in turn and turned to walk out.

Suddenly,

a sweet voice rang out, almost like a cheer.

Tang San turned back in confusion, only to see Xiao Wu whirl around, grab the quilt on her bed, and fling it at Ye Qiu.

"Haha-"

"Ye Xiaoqiu! I'm giving your quilt back!"

The quilt spread open in the air and fell over Ye Qiu, enveloping him completely.

Ye Qiu felt a weight settle on his head. A faint, youthful fragrance filled the air around him, and his breath caught. Frowning, he snapped open a pair of blood-red eyes.

Three Tomoe slowly revolved in his pupils.

Ye Qiu couldn't help cursing that damned troublesome rabbit in his heart!

Suddenly,

a corner of the quilt was lifted.

Xiao Wu's rabbit head poked inside. Before she could get a clear look at Ye Qiu, she asked coldly, "Ye Xiaoqiu, were you calling me a damned rabbit again?"

"..."

Ye Qiu's heart tightened, and the blood-red color vanished from his eyes.

"Hm?"

Xiao Wu froze for a moment and tilted her head, looking at Ye Tian's eyes with some puzzlement.

"Hey!"

"Why aren't you talking again? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"..."

Outside,

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu lying on Ye Qiu's bed, sharing a quilt with him, and couldn't help knitting his brows.

"If I said no, would you believe me?"

Ye Qiu's voice rang out.

As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Xiao Wu's face.

Xiao Wu's fair, tender cheeks immediately reddened.

"Hmph, of course not. You must have been cursing me again!"

As soon as she finished speaking,

Xiao Wu pulled away as if fleeing.

"Xiao San, I'm leaving first. Same as usual, deal with him for me!"

Hearing this, Ye Qiu couldn't help frowning.

"Ah, okay!"

Tang San nodded and agreed as though it were an everyday affair.

Xiao Wu hurried out of Dorm Seven, cupping her burning cheeks. She huffed twice, then strode away under the blazing afternoon sun.

Poof!

Ye Qiu threw the quilt onto the floor and looked at Tang San, who was already standing before him.

A gentle, apologetic look rested on Tang San's face.

"Sorry, Ye Qiu. That's just how Xiao Wu is. She doesn't have a very good temper."

As Tang San spoke, Soul Power was already blooming in his hand.

"That's exactly why I don't dare disobey her."

"..."

Ye Qiu looked calmly at Tang San, finding his hypocrisy simply laughable.

Who was Tang San?

A Tang Sect genius, a thief who had stolen from his own Tang Sect. Would someone so scheming and capable have no mind of his own? Of course not.

Xiao Wu's words were nothing more than his excuse.

Ye Qiu sighed, too lazy to expose him. "Whatever. Six years have already passed. God will forgive her."

"???"

Tang San raised an eyebrow.

What the hell was God? Something people in Ye Qiu's village believed in?

Like that supposed Soul Saint from Holy Soul Village?

Tang San didn't know.

But he had to admit that Ye Qiu's smile, so fearless in the face of danger and so utterly unruffled, was deeply unpleasant.

It felt as though he were being looked down on.

"Heh~ Thank you for forgiving Xiao Wu."

Tang San's expression was indifferent as Blue Silver Grass quietly sprouted from his palm.

"I also hope you can forgive my rudeness."

"..."

When Ye Qiu saw what Tang San was doing, his expression finally changed a little.

Seeing this, Tang San smiled and explained, "After all these years, although both our Martial Souls are Blue Silver Grass, you still haven't experienced my Soul Skills, have you?"

"You're going to use a Soul Skill against me?"

The smile vanished from Ye Qiu's face. He gripped his knees and grew serious.

He knew how ruthless Tang San could be,

the sort of person who would dare use a Sleeve Arrow to kill someone right at the gates of Nuoding Academy.

"Heh~"

Tang San gently shook his head.

"Don't worry. I'll only use my first Soul Skill. Although it contains poison, it isn't fatal. It'll only paralyze you for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Blue Silver Grass immediately grew from both sides of Ye Qiu's bed.

At the same time,

two yellow Soul Rings appeared beneath Tang San's feet.

Seeing this, Ye Qiu immediately followed suit and summoned his Blue Silver Grass.

It grew right alongside Tang San's Blue Silver Grass...

blocking its path.

Tang San smiled and continued unhurriedly as he looked at Ye Qiu, "Actually, I'm very curious. Why were you unwilling to become Teacher's disciple? If you became my junior brother, you'd grow stronger under Teacher's guidance."

Even now,

Tang San still didn't understand why Ye Qiu had rejected Grandmaster's kind offer back then.

Ye Qiu stared straight at Tang San.

"I'm curious too. How could a monster like you still be deceived by him?"

"?!"

Hearing this, Tang San couldn't help knitting his brows.

A teacher for a day was a father for life. Tang San understood that much!

At the very least, in his heart now,

he would not allow anyone to slander his father!