. Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.
A small academy in the Fasno Province of the Heaven Dou Empire, responsible for providing education for young soul masters in the surrounding areas.
Most of its students are villagers from the surrounding villages, and
of course, there are also many students from Notting City,
but parents with the means still send their children to study in better schools in other places.
For example, A-Jie who went abroad to study.
When Yuan Ling'er entered Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, she already frowned.
This place was no match for Barak Junior Soul Master Academy at all. The
campus environment was a mess, the quality of students was uneven, and there were even people daytime in the woods...
Twenty years later, who would have thought that a pair of hidden dragons and phoenixes could emerge from this small academy?
The Sea God Tang San,
and his wife Xiao Wu.
However,
none of that matters anymore.
What matters is that
I will bury Tang San's future with my own hands!
"Where is Tang San?"
Yuan Ling'er asked a group of older students.
Generally, these older students have a lot of inside information about the school, so asking them to find him is definitely the right thing to do.
"Tang San? Who's that?"
"The one who hangs out with Sister Xiao Wu."
"Oh, oh."
A big guy stood up, raising his eyebrows with what he thought was a cool air:
"Why should I tell you?"
After saying that, he disgustingly began to scrutinize Yuan Ling'er, his gaze truly penetrating.
Although Yuan Ling'er was young, she was very beautiful, and in the eyes of some perverted people, she was a piece of fat meat.
"You dog."
Yuan Ling'er's face turned cold. She acted like a good girl in front of Yuan Xunlu, but in front of others, she revealed her arrogant nature.
A burst of soul power hit the big guy's eye, and blood spurted out immediately.
The big guy covered his eye with his right hand and cried, pointing to the back of the teaching building with his left hand,
"Tang San is over there! Over there!"
Yuan Ling'er sneered: "You lowly thing, from now on, watch where I am, or I'll cripple your other dog eye."
After saying that, she continued to search for Tang San.
At this time, Tang San was unaware that someone was looking for him.
He was quietly sitting cross-legged on the ground cultivating the Xuan Tian Gong.
Although Tang San was not a very good person, his ten years of diligent cultivation in the early stages were still commendable.
"Brother... I don't want to cultivate anymore! Cultivating every day, what's so fun about that!" Xiao Wu lay on the grass,
wearing white socks, and kicked Tang San in the chest, almost making him choke.
"You're so rough." Tang San grabbed Xiao Wu's foot, put it aside, and continued cultivating.
"Brother!" Xiao Wu sat up and pounced on Tang San, "Fight with me!"
"Sigh—" Tang San groaned.
This Xiao Wu is practically a violent maniac.
"I'll fight you."
A voice rang out, and Yuan Ling'er stood in place, watching Tang San and Xiao Wu's playful fight with disdain.
"Yay!"
Xiao Wu didn't care about anything else and charged forward with a roar.
"My name is Xiao Wu, the 'Wu' of dancing."
"Yuan Ling'er."
Both of them seemed to be civilized people who valued martial ethics.
Xiao Wu suddenly tossed her head, and the scorpion braid behind her head turned into a black shadow and wrapped around Yuan Ling'er's neck.
Seeing her scorpion braid coming, Yuan Ling'er immediately took a step back, and
at the same time raised her left hand to twist Xiao Wu's hair.
Once her braids were under control, Xiao Wu would be powerless to fight.
As a woman, she knew how damaging hair-pulling was to a woman.
Suddenly,
Xiao Wu's hair shifted, which, in her mind, would be enough to subdue Yuan Ling'er.
But Yuan Ling'er also shifted direction, grabbing Xiao Wu's hair.
"Smack—"
Xiao Wu was pulled to the ground by Yuan Ling'er,
who then stomped on Xiao Wu's face.
Hmm,
that felt good.
"How dare you hurt Xiao Wu!"
Tang San's face turned fierce.
Yuan Ling'er was already contemplating suicide.
"Brother!"
Xiao Wu trembled at Yuan Ling'er's feet, reaching out towards Tang San, tears streaming down her face.
Tang San suddenly felt a surge of responsibility welling up within him.
He was Xiao Wu's brother!
See how Xiao Wu was being bullied, and the first person she thought of was her brother.
He felt a surge
of pride and joy
.
Tang San said, "Xiao Wu, I said that if anyone wants to hurt you, they'll have to step over my dead body first. I promise you..."
"Brother, can you save me quickly? It hurts so much!" Xiao Wu finally couldn't hold back anymore, crying and shouting.
"..." Yuan Ling'er.
Were Tang San and Xiao Wu like this before?
"Hurry up! What's with this brother-sister act?!"
Yuan Ling'er impatiently released her spirit, kicking Xiao Wu aside. She
reached out to Tang San,
beckoning,
"Come here!"
Tang San was furious when he saw Xiao Wu being kicked away like a dog by Yuan Ling'er.
Xiao Wu could only be his dog... no, Xiao Wu couldn't be bullied by others. He had to get justice for her!
Tang San shouted sharply,
"Tang San, spirit: Blue Silver Grass, level 14 spirit master, please enlighten me!"
A small blue grass sprouted from Tang San's palm, along with a yellow hundred-year spirit ring.
"Yuan Ling'er, spirit: Goddess of Light Butterfly, level 14 spirit master."
Yuan Ling'er's heart pounded.
She had dreamed of this day for a long time. In her previous life, she never dared to fight Tang San because he was a god.
But now, after her rebirth,
she was finally going to fight Tang San,
her lifelong enemy!
Yuan Ling'er's purple spirit ring appeared.
Tang San gasped.
As a good student,
he naturally knew the age limit of the first spirit ring.
Grandmaster had even pinpointed the maximum age to a single digit:
423 years.
But why
did this beautiful little girl possess a thousand-year spirit ring?
Was Grandmaster's theory wrong?
"First Spirit Skill, Winged Guillotine!" A
gigantic wing of light slashed towards Tang San.
A purple mist appeared in Tang San's eyes, but embarrassingly, no matter where he tried to dodge, the giant wing locked onto his aura.
"First Spirit Skill, Entanglement!"
Blue Silver Grass entangled itself around the gigantic wing of light, then was frantically severed by its sharp energy.
If Yuan Xunlu were here, he would probably think it resembled a modern lawnmower, slicing down a patch of wildly growing grass with a clattering sound.
Tang San used the Ghost Shadow Step, moving with a serpentine, swift motion, then raised his hand, and a silent hidden arrow appeared. This
young man lacked martial ethics,
resorting to a sneak attack!
Just as Tang San aimed at Yuan Ling'er,
he was shocked to find that she had disappeared from his sight.
"Impossible!"
Tang San's mentality exploded. The Grandmaster's theories could be wrong, Xiao Wu could be beaten once, but how could his Tang Sect's ultimate technique be dodged! How could
the Purple Demon Eye lose its target!
A hand appeared in the upper right of Tang San's vision, and Tang San began to retreat rapidly. He understood why he had lost his target.
This time, his opponent wasn't some ordinary trash; Yuan Ling'er was a Soul Master with a flying martial soul, a Soul Master who could fly
before level seventy ! Yuan Ling'er closed in on Tang San and released her first Soul Skill again. With her current Soul Power, she could only release this thousand-year-old Soul Skill a maximum of two times. "Hey, goodbye!" Since her rebirth, Yuan Ling'er had been pondering what she should say to match the aura of this destined rival if she ever defeated Tang San. Now, Yuan Ling'er had thought of something: "Hey, goodbye." A simple and unassuming thing .
After that,
the Sea God Tang San was no more.
A guillotine-like blade, resembling wings, wrapped around Yuan Ling'er's hand, its sharp edge slashing towards Tang San.
This was another manifestation of her first soul skill.
The blade fell,
but he
didn't die.
How could Tang San die?
People from sects like the Tang Clan possessed exceptional combat reflexes. While Yuan Ling'er's winged guillotine was powerful, even the most powerful weapon needed to land a solid hit to be effective.
He dodged past,
light and airy,
like a ghost, using
the Tang Clan's ultimate technique—Ghost Shadow Step.