"Teacher, I'm back."
That evening, Na'er returned to Sea God Island with a lingering sense of satisfaction, her face beaming with joy.
Today, she had spent a long time with Brother Luo Chuan.
This feeling...
It was absolutely wonderful!
If possible, she wished every day could be like this from now on!
"Our Na'er is back."
Hearing her voice, Ya Li responded with a warm smile, speaking softly. However, Yun Ming, standing beside her, didn't look nearly as pleased.
His disciple Na'er was such a good child! She couldn't be led astray by that unfaithful little scoundrel Tang Luochuan. Cultivation and self-improvement were what truly mattered.
Only by becoming strong oneself was the most important thing.
"Na'er."
"For the next few days, focus on meditating here on Sea God Island. Don't keep running off to find Luo Chuan."
Yun Ming looked directly at Na'er and stated bluntly.
"Why, Teacher?"
Na'er wore a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding.
"Why... That brat actually agreed without hesitation when I mentioned Gu Yue earlier."
"He's unfaithful, utterly unfaithful!"
Yun Ming snorted lightly.
If Tang Luochuan had been even slightly more tactful or less direct in his response, perhaps Yun Ming wouldn't have been so adamant. But that kid...
Didn't even bother pretending!
"Hmm..."
Na'er blinked, falling silent for a moment, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Wait...
Wasn't this exactly the scenario she had fantasized about?
"Na'er, did you hear what I said?"
"Uh-huh..."
Na'er blinked again. Next time, for sure!
"..."
The next morning.
Tang Luochuan stepped out of his dormitory and headed straight for the juice bar he had visited the day before, a thoughtful expression on his face.
If he remembered correctly, in the original storyline, that so-called "Justice Soul Master" Le Zhengyu, wielder of the Angel Spirit, would clash with Yuanen Yehui there for the first time.
Whether it was to forge a positive connection with Yuanen Yehui or to lay the groundwork for future plans involving the Devil Plane, this was something he couldn't afford to miss.
Moreover, he had a strong premonition...
A wielder of the Angel Spirit might just bring him some unexpected gains!
Not long after, inside the juice bar.
"Hello, sir. What would you like to—"
Tang Luochuan had just taken a seat when a server approached him, though their tone carried a note of surprise.
He looked up to find Yuanen Yehui standing before him.
"Good morning."
"One orange juice, please."
Tang Luochuan remained calm, offering a faint smile as he greeted her. He hadn't expected her to be the server this time.
"Good morning."
"Please wait a moment."
Yuanen Yehui snapped out of her daze, replying with a smile before quickly walking away.
"Sure."
Tang Luochuan nodded with a smile, but soon, his gaze sharpened noticeably as it landed on a figure not far away.
It was a handsome golden-haired youth, radiating an aura of light. Yet at this moment, he was staring openly at Yuanen Yehui, his face cold and unreadable.
"A scion of the Sacred Angel Family."
"Le Zhengyu."
Recognizing the figure, Tang Luochuan's expression remained utterly composed.
The reason was simple—whether it was the other party's dazzling appearance or the powerful light elements and sacred aura within them, everything undoubtedly symbolized their identity.
"Guest, please enjoy your drink..."
Not long after, just as Yuanen Yehui was carrying a glass of juice toward him, the golden-haired youth suddenly strode directly in his direction.
"Hmm?"
Both Tang Luochuan and Yuanen Yehui were stunned by the scene before them. The latter froze mid-motion, holding out the juice, her gaze wary as she observed the person in front of her.
"Miss, your contact information..."
"Give it to me."
Le Zhengyu's eyes lingered on Yuanen Yehui, his smile deceptively pleasant as he spoke slowly.
"Apologies."
"That's not within the scope of my duties."
Hearing his words, Yuanen Yehui was momentarily taken aback before her expression turned icy. She shook her head in refusal.
"Oh?"
"Then tell me, what would it take for me to get it."
"If I bought this place, would that be enough?"
Le Zhengyu wore an indifferent expression as he shook his head. As he spoke, a black-gold card materialized in his hand—a symbol of extravagance.
"..."
Yuanen Yehui fell silent, speechless. A wave of disgust rose within her—not just because of the aura that suppressed her, but also...
She was utterly repulsed by this person's attitude. Did he really think he was charming?
At this moment, the surrounding guests also turned their attention to the scene, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Gossiping was human nature, and this situation—where a golden-haired youth seemed to have taken a fancy to a waitress—was the kind of cliché drama only found in cheap novels.
Was this the legendary "domineering CEO falls for her"?
"If there's nothing else."
"Please don't interfere with my work. Thank you."
Yuanen Yehui's tone was cold and direct.
"Rejecting kindness in favor of punishment."
"An Evil Soul Master dares to act like this in front of me."
Seeing Yuanen Yehui's blatant disregard for his pride, Le Zhengyu snorted coldly.
The next moment, a golden light surged around him as three purple Soul Rings materialized by his side. A small angel also appeared on his shoulder.
A three-ringed Soul Venerable, with a Martial Soul—Sacred Angel Spirit!
Not only that, but his Soul Spirit was an inherited one bestowed by his family, perfectly fused with his Martial Soul. The combined effect was far from ordinary—even a Soul Ancestor...
might not be his match.
"What are you talking about..."
"I don't understand."
Hearing his words, Yuanen Yehui's expression changed. Seeing the Martial Soul he had released, her heart skipped a beat. Now, she finally understood where that ominous premonition had come from.
The Sacred Angel Spirit was the natural counter to her Fallen Angel Spirit—no wonder she had felt so uncomfortable earlier.
But what right did this person have to label her as an Evil Soul Master?
She merely possessed a Fallen Angel Spirit. She had never committed evil deeds, had hardly even released her Martial Soul—yet she was to be despised and rejected?
Why? Just because you're from the Sacred Angel Family?
"Evil Soul Master!"
Hearing this exclamation, the other guests' expressions instantly changed. The weight of the term "Evil Soul Master" was far too heavy—since ancient times, they had always stood in opposition to righteous Soul Masters.
And now...
An Evil Soul Master had actually infiltrated Shrek Academy?
"Impossible."
"How could there be an Evil Soul Master in our Shrek Academy?"
In an instant, one guest immediately voiced their skepticism.
"Oh?"
"Are you suggesting that as the possessor of the Sacred Angel Spirit, I would have any reason to slander someone?"
Le Zhengyu snorted coldly, his formidable 39th-level cultivation on full display. The intense light-attribute energy momentarily blinded everyone present.
He, the proud heir of the Sacred Angel Family and the next-generation patriarch of the Sacred Angel lineage, naturally stood by his words!
This person—he would definitely eliminate!
"The Sacred Angel Family..."
Witnessing this scene, the others wore hesitant expressions. The Sacred Family was universally recognized across the continent as a righteous lineage, with successive patriarchs renowned for their illustrious reputations.
But if even Shrek Academy harbored Evil Soul Masters...
Wouldn't that mean Evil Soul Masters were everywhere?
"Are you..."
"Questioning Shrek Academy?"
Yuanen Yehui took a deep breath, clenching her fists as she gritted her teeth.
Even Shrek Academy had allowed her to remain as a working student. How dare some self-proclaimed "Justice Soul Master," appearing out of nowhere, make such baseless accusations?
"Questioning Shrek? I wouldn't dare go that far."
"Whether you're an Evil Soul Master or not, I think releasing your Martial Soul will make it clear. But... you wouldn't dare, would you?"
"Then don't blame me. First Soul Skill—Angel's Light!"
With a cold snort, Le Zhengyu activated his first Soul Ring, unleashing a surge of sacred pressure that rushed toward Yuanen Yehui.
"..."
Just as Yuanen Yehui prepared to release her Martial Soul, an unexpected voice suddenly rang out, followed by something no one had anticipated.
The previously smug Le Zhengyu was sent flying, crashing violently into the wall.
"You seem..."
"Not as formidable as your mouth."
Tang Luochuan's expression was indifferent as he calmly retracted his fist.
"Now..."
"Hand over the orange juice."
With a faint smile, Tang Luochuan took the cup from Yuanen Yehui's hand and drained it in one gulp.
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