Chapter 21: Fulangde

Fulangde sat up in one motion, staring at Xiao Xian's belt.

His gaze was rather odd.

It was a belt inlaid with twenty‑four jade pieces.

After a while.

Fulangde lay down again, lazily saying, "Is your teacher the Master?"

Although it was a question, his tone was full of affirmation.

Xiao Xian nodded, slipped something from his waist, took out a letter, and still respectfully handed it over: "Yes, the teacher accepted me six years ago, and this is the letter he gave you."

Hearing Xiao Xian's words, Fulangde snorted coldly, did not take the letter, and said, "A letter? Over the years, I haven't been short of receiving letters."

"But he has always been avoiding me, refusing to meet."

"He only makes me run back and forth."

"And now, he even sends you to me? Where is he?"

Fulangde's tone was rather cold, yet faintly tinged with melancholy.

Xiao Xian found it hard to say anything.

He also vaguely guessed where, over the years, the endless Abyssal Dragon Soul Beast meat had come from.

Although his performance was outstanding, his soul power progressed rapidly.

But the Master perhaps did not have enough confidence that Xiao Xian could definitely break through Level 29.

Moreover, the closer Xiao Xian's soul power got to Level 29, the more nervous he became.

That is an innate limitation.

For a Master who has spent his whole life striving to be strong, being expelled from the Spirit Hall and mocked by the Martial Soul Theory community is a huge emotional knot.

Perhaps only by truly proving that his theory is not wrong

Can he let go of this so‑called knot.

He is a solution.

Tang San is as well.

It symbolizes that his Xiao Gang is actually not that useless; it is the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon family that is lacking.

Another symbolizes that his Xiao Gang's Martial Soul Theory is not wrong, even highly instructive, and he is truly a deserving Master.

Tang San's path proceeds steadily and smoothly.

His path, however, is not so smooth.

Fulangde glanced at Xiao Xian.

In the end he still took the letter; his movements seemed casual, but his fingers trembled faintly.

He tore open the envelope, took out the paper, and Fulangde unknowingly shifted from lying to sitting.

He read line after line of text.

His complexion kept changing.

At times he was delighted, at times angry, at times sorrowful, and his mouth even occasionally muttered some frantic nonsense.

Xiao Xian's expression remained as calm as always.

Fulangde's relationship with the Master is tangled and complex, and that is not something he can meddle in.

Another while passed.

Fulangde suddenly lifted his head, staring tightly at Xiao Xian.

A cunning smile appeared on his face, the corner of his mouth curving with an inexplicable arc: "If I'm not mistaken, your teacher sent you through the Shilaike Academy assessment, got you admitted, and then handed the letter to me, right?!"

Xiao Xian's expression showed no abnormality, and he said calmly, "The teacher only asked me to give this letter to you."

Fulangde sized up Xiao Xian from head to toe, snorted coldly.

He seemed to have composed himself, slipped the letter back into his chest, reclined on the lounge chair again, and lazily said, "Release your martial soul so I can see."

"Yes, Senior Master."

Xiao Xian did not hesitate, clasped his hands at his chest, swung them down quickly, and a distinct soul power ripple emanated from his body.

"Come out, Xiao Jue."

A pale violet soul power surged from Xiao Xian's palms toward the ground.

A large dog with pale violet fur suddenly appeared, about one meter sixty tall and roughly one meter wide.

At Xiao Xian's feet, two yellowish Hundred-Year Soul Rings rose, continuously bobbing up and down.

At first.

Fulangde was merely surprised by Xiao Xian's soul power ripple.

"Twenty… Level 28 Soul Power?!"

"Twelve years old… indeed a prodigy."

But the next moment.

When Fulangde saw that somewhat familiar pale violet‑furred large dog, he was completely stunned.

"Luo… Luo Sanpao?!" he almost shouted.

"Abyssal Dragon Soul Beast… Abyssal Dragon Soul Beast… no wonder, no wonder, I should have thought of this earlier…" Fulangde murmured, his tone shocked.

"What's your name?!" he suddenly stared at Xiao Xian and asked.

"I am Xiao Xian."

"Take out your Spirit Hall certificate!" Fulangde demanded almost immediately.

Xiao Xian slipped something from his waist and produced two items.

One was the Spirit Hall certificate issued when he awakened at six, the other was the Spirit Hall badge used when receiving the Soul Master Subsidy.

In almost an instant, the two items vanished from Xiao Xian's hands.

It seemed that these two items had been in Fulangde's hands from the start.

"Xiao Xian? Xiao Xian?"

Fulangde's face shifted between delight and a gathering of dark clouds.

He furrowed his brows, stared at Xiao Xian, pointed at the Spirit Hall certificate, and asked, "Can't I read? Doesn't it say Yu Tianxian!?"

"Do you know what your teacher's name is?"

"Do you know what the character 'Yu' symbolizes?"

Xiao Xian was calm yet helpless.

He guessed that Fulangde must have misunderstood something.

He knew the Master's name, but he shouldn't have.

Because the Master had never mentioned it in front of him and Tang San.

But aside from that…

"Senior Master, perhaps you have misunderstood."

"I come from the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon family; if we speak of it, the teacher would be like my uncle, though the blood relation is rather distant."

"I am not like the teacher; I am an orphan. With such a martial soul, I have no right to bear the surname Yu."

Xiao Xian is his original name; having used it for two lifetimes, he would gladly revert to it.

However, if the chance arises to rejoin Landi Bawang Zong, he doesn't mind reclaiming what he once should have, one by one.

Hearing Xiao Xian's words.

Fulangde chose silence, a flash of disappointment even subconsciously crossing his eyes; if Xiao Gang really… then the second dragon sister, would it…?

Fake… fake… real…

Fulangde's expression grew even more unsettled.

"…"

"…"

After a long silence, no one knew what Fulangde was thinking.

"Alas…" he sighed softly, his face finally filled with melancholy.

Fulangde shook his head, rose slowly, and said, "Let's go, let's go, come back with me to Shilaike Academy, so you can meet your future classmates."

"Level 28 Soul Power… Level 28 Soul Power."

"Your teacher has indeed given me a puzzle."

Fulangde walked toward the shop's exit, but Xiao Xian stayed still, scanning left and right inside the shop.

Taking advantage of the fact that Fulangde had not yet fully left the shop.

Xiao Xian stepped forward a few paces, pointed at a crystal, and immediately said, "Senior Master, I want this, how much?"

Fulangde was startled, glanced back at the crystal, then glanced at Xiao Xian.

He let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, you treacherous brat."

"If you want it, take it! Take it all."

Xiao Xian calmly took the apparently clouded crystal, without any embarrassment.

It was a slab crystal containing myriad dragon‑whisker needles, extremely tough and fine, capable of breaking a Soul Saint's protective soul power.

He naturally could not let it go.

Fulangde, a Level 78 Sensitive Attack Soul Saint, with a martial soul of a four‑eyed cat‑eagle, a body of soul rings, all optimally configured.

Waiting for Xiao Xian to exit the shop.

He hadn't even managed to react when he was seized by the neck.

Suotuo City beneath his feet retreated quickly.

After only a few minutes, Xiao Xian, dizzy and disoriented, landed on an open space in a village.

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