Ye Qiu stood in the distance, watching her leave.
A thousand-year external soul bone—Remains.
After absorbing it, Xiao Wu's soul power rose to Level 23.
When activated, a tough, transparent keratin layer would form over her torso, greatly enhancing her defense against Soul Masters.According to her, the remains also possessed a special absorption and transformation ability.
It could absorb a portion of the soul power contained within an opponent's attack and convert it into energy to replenish her own consumption.
Most importantly, it granted a rebirth through metamorphosis, similar to an anaconda shedding its skin. Even severe injuries were not a problem—one metamorphosis was enough. The cooldown period was three years.
(Compared to Snake Lady, this was clearly a weakened version.)
Still, it truly lived up to its reputation as an external soul bone that every Soul Master dreams of—versatile, powerful, and rare.
This greatly reassured Ye Qiu. At the very least, Xiao Wu now had enough ability to protect herself.
In truth, Xiao Wu had lied to Ye Qiu in order to stay behind.
The remains possessed another hidden ability—biomimicry.
It could conceal the aura of a soul beast on her body.
She didn't tell him.
Not because she didn't want to follow him—but because she didn't want to become a burden.
She was furious at Tang Hao and Tang San for hurting Ye Qiu, and she was more than willing to do anything for him.
Hidden in the shadows, Ye Qiu watched Xiao Wu walk away. The more he thought about it, the angrier and more unsettled he became.
The Tang father and son both watched Xiao Wu leave from afar.
This isn't going my way.
Ye Qiu slowly turned his gaze back toward Notting Academy.
With the setting sun behind him, he stepped forward to collect debts—even if it was just a little interest.
Every day at this hour, Tang San would go to Yu Xiaogang's room to study theory.
At the moment, Tang San sat at his desk, reading Yu Xiaogang's so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls.
In reality, these "theories" were nothing more than notes Yu Xiaogang had compiled from other people's books.
What kind of groundbreaking research could a mere Great Soul Master expelled from his clan possibly accomplish?
He could only wander the countryside, investigating whether trash martial souls like Blue Silver Grass possessed soul power.
Would any higher-level Soul Master even bother with him?
They gave him far too much credit.
Ye Qiu had already infiltrated the faculty dormitory.
In the corridor, Yu Xiaogang carried a tray of food for himself and his beloved disciple. He had done this countless times to give Tang San more time to study.
After all, Tang San had already kowtowed three times—how could he be impatient?
Using the Mangekyō's power, Ye Qiu poked his head out from the ceiling and scattered livestock-grade medicinal powder from his Divine Might Space.
Fine dust drifted down evenly into the rice and dishes.
"Achoo!" Yu Xiaogang sneezed.
Ye Qiu glanced at Tang San's food and felt nauseous. He wondered how much of it Tang San had already eaten.
The medicine is in place. Now let the bullets fly.
A vortex appeared, and Ye Qiu vanished from Notting City.
He had no interest in the master and disciple's upcoming performance.
His next destination was Biyou Village, followed by Shenghun Village—to pull weeds and collect interest from Tang Hao.
Using pre-marked spatial anchors and divine power, the journey took only a few breaths.
With a gentle breeze beneath his feet and the sunset behind him, Ye Qiu walked calmly toward Biyou Village.
"Little San, put it down and eat."
Yu Xiaogang had just entered the room and hadn't even set down the tray before calling out.
"Yes, teacher! I'm coming," Tang San replied, closing his book.
Ye Qiu's disappearance had made him feel far more relaxed.
After all, in the vast Notting Academy… who else could rival him?
The master and disciple sat at the table like father and son.
Tang San lifted his bowl, then paused.
"Teacher… does this rice smell strange?"
Yu Xiaogang sniffed. "I don't smell anything. Have you been reading too long? Hallucinating?"
"Is that so…?" Tang San frowned but didn't think further.
They began eating.
"Hiss—!"
Both of them gasped simultaneously.
They exchanged looks, dropped their bowls, and rushed outside.
Because of Yu Xiaogang's past trauma, there was no toilet in his room.
In the first-floor outhouse, they squatted in adjacent stalls, separated by a wooden board.
Unpleasant sounds echoed continuously.
Spending so much time there made Yu Xiaogang anxious. In his panic, he dropped the paper and hurriedly picked it up, blowing on it to dry.
"Hu—hu—"
The sound drifted into the next stall.
A constipated teacher shouted angrily,
"What are you bragging about?! Did the stuff in your pit burn your mouth?!"
Yu Xiaogang froze.
The paper slipped from his hand and fell straight into the pit.
His face flushed crimson.
"You—how dare you slander my innocence! I—I—"
He was so angry he couldn't even speak properly.
"Teacher, don't mind it… ngh…" Tang San's strained voice came from the side.
Yu Xiaogang's mind finally snapped.
Memories from over a decade ago surged back, haunting him.
In the end, he collapsed in the stall.
"Teacher?! Teacher?!"
Ye Qiu never expected that a simple laxative would knock out one person—and force Tang San to clean up the aftermath.
As night deepened, Ye Qiu rode a ten-year-old Ironhoof Horse requisitioned from the forest.
A strand of Blue Silver Grass dangled from its mouth as it galloped under the moonlight.
Back in Dormitory Seven, Tang San finally returned, exhausted.
The moment he entered, his eyes fell on Xiao Wu.
"Huh?"
He suddenly realized—Ye Qiu's bed was gone.
To avoid trouble, he didn't confront Xiao Wu directly. Instead, he went to Wang Sheng.
"Wang Sheng, what's going on? Didn't Xiao Wu forbid anyone from touching Ye Qiu's things?! If you made her angry, I'll deal with you!"
"Third Brother!" Wang Sheng cried bitterly. "Xiao Wu did it herself!"
"What?" Tang San's spirits lifted.
Did she finally come to her senses?
Xiao Wu, sitting cross-legged on her bed and playing with her ring, spoke coldly from afar.
"I threw Ye Qiu's things away. Any problem with that?"
"No! None at all!" Tang San waved frantically. "Whatever you do is right!"
"Really?"
"Of course! Absolutely!"
Xiao Wu nodded.
"Hmph. I'm in a bad mood. Go fetch a basin of water. I want to wash my feet."
"What?"
"What? Not going?" Xiao Wu waved dismissively. "Then Wang Sheng, you—"
"Stop!" Tang San rushed over, snatching the basin.
"I'll do it!"
He happily ran off.
Wang Sheng's lips twitched.
Xiao Wu sneered inwardly.
Toad lusting after a swan. Ugly and delusional.
This is only the beginning of revenge.
She gently stroked the ring on her finger.
She hadn't thrown Ye Qiu's things away.
She had stored everything—even the bed.
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