Battle Through the Heavens II: Three Phases of Peerless Power, One Soul and Four Bodies

The girl on the far right has short, delicate hair that falls to her shoulders. Her light pink dress makes her look charming and cute, and the pink butterfly-shaped backpack she carries is particularly eye-catching. Her features are as exquisite as a porcelain doll's, and her big, bright eyes are full of innocence. Her cherry-like lips are slightly upturned, and her smile is gentle and sweet, as if it can melt a heart frozen in ice.

Ran Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances. These three children had extraordinary temperaments and were by no means ordinary students. They were surrounded by an indescribable attraction, which aroused his curiosity.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the classroom, Luo Ranyu sat by the window, her gaze following the teacher's voice from the podium.

Suddenly, a bright pink color caught his eye, and he instinctively looked up. He found the lovely girl leaning against the windowsill, smiling sweetly at him through the window.

A lovely face immediately came into view, and when their eyes met, his heart skipped a beat.

The girl tilted her head and smiled, raising her small hand to wave at him. Her two ponytails swayed, and a sweet scent entered Luo Ranyu's heart.

Ran Yu felt a little embarrassed by her gaze and was slightly nervous. She smiled slightly to cover her embarrassment and quickly turned her gaze back to the podium, pretending to listen attentively to the teacher's explanation of the basic theories of Soul Masters.

But that bright pink hue seemed to have taken root, lingering in his mind. Just two seconds later, he couldn't help but steal another glance. The girl was still looking at him, her smile still radiant and full of sunshine.

The girl gave off a bright and sweet feeling. There were quite a few girls like this in the academy. After all, the children who could become Soul Masters came from wealthy and noble families. There were no shortage of beautiful girls in the academy. But this girl gave Luo Ranyu a familiar feeling, making him feel a little dazed. He tried hard to find those forgotten memories in his mind, but no matter how he recalled them, there was only a mess in the depths of his memory, leaving only a faint sense of melancholy.

Just then, a strange sense of being stared at him quietly gathered from behind, making him feel as if he were being pricked by thorns.

He was puzzled, his eyes secretly scanning the area, and he subtly released a trace of his mental energy to sense it.

Good heavens, a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him, filled with curiosity, envy, and a hint of inexplicable jealousy. He was speechless.

"Alright, students, quiet down!" The teacher suddenly raised her voice, silencing the whispers in the classroom. "Today we're having a new transfer student in our class. Let's welcome them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted. The enthusiasm was as if they had been injected with adrenaline, or as if some support-type Soul Masters had applied a "frenzy" effect to them.

Luo Ranyu raised her hand and patted gently, but her lips twitched involuntarily. She silently complained to herself: Damn! Goodness, when I transferred here, you guys weren't this enthusiastic! The difference is too obvious!

The young girl walked lightly onto the podium, her gentle and sweet voice lingering in everyone's ears.

"Hello everyone! My name is Hua Xi'er. We'll be classmates from now on, please take care of me!"

As she spoke, she bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle. As she bowed, her pink hair cascaded down, like a stunning and beautiful pink waterfall. After rising, she naturally tossed her hair with her slender hands—a truly captivating sight.

Luo Ranyu, even from several meters away, could faintly smell the delicate floral fragrance emanating from her. It was fresh and pleasant, not the pungent and strong scent of perfume, but rather a natural, innate aroma that was refreshing and delightful.

At this moment, Luo Ranyu suddenly noticed that the boy in front of her on the left, who usually acted like a thug, was drooling! His drool was even dripping onto the table?! His eyes were fixed on Hua Xier on the podium, looking completely distracted.

Luo Ranyu thought to herself, "Damn! This guy, is he dumbfounded? Is it really that serious?"

"Hua Xi'er, please choose an empty seat and sit down," the teacher said gently.

There were quite a few empty seats in the classroom, but most of them were concentrated in the back row. Luo Ranyu was also a transfer student, and because of her introverted personality, her seat was arranged in a corner at the back, with empty desks on both sides, which made it quiet.

Hua Xi'er lightly stepped on the ground and walked towards the seats at the back. Ran Yu didn't find it strange that the new classmate was slowly walking towards her, since there were more seats at the back.

But as her footsteps drew closer, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers grew stronger, forcing Luo Ranyu to look up and meet Hua Xier's smiling eyes.

She stopped at a seat next to Luo Ranyu, then looked at Luo Ranyu with her mouth slightly open. Luo Ranyu had no choice but to politely gesture for her to sit next to her and smile, indicating that she didn't mind her sitting next to her.

Hua Xi'er smiled and said "thank you" softly before sitting down naturally.

In an instant, more than a dozen envious, jealous, and hateful gazes shot over, almost piercing two holes in Luo Ranyu.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

However, Luo Ranyu's life remained ordinary. No one bothered him, and he did not take the initiative to make friends with others.

I only know a few good friends who get along well with me, but we're not the kind of people who have to eat together all the time.

Unlike Luo Ranyu, he often saw Hua Xier eating with the two boys from before, sitting together by the flower bed, as if they were talking about something unknown to others, and the way they looked at Luo Ranyu had a scrutinizing and observing quality to it.

This struck him as odd. Whenever Hua Xi'er's gaze met his, a faint smile would appear on her face, her eyes crinkling with a sweetness that softened his heart and even made him feel a little nervous.

During lunch that day, Luo Ranyu overheard the whispers at the next table.

"Did you guys know? Jin Zhongyue from Class One is supposedly super strong! A few days ago, someone deliberately provoked him, trying to force him to reveal his martial spirit, but he didn't even use his soul power. He took down three guys with just a few punches and kicks. He's even more freakish than Luo Ranyu!"

"And that guy in white, his name is Luo Jiuxiao, the genius of Class Four! He's already in level 30! Some people are guessing that he and Hua Xi'er are either Hua Xi'er's brother or childhood sweethearts!"

Luo Ranyu listened, but simply withdrew his gaze and continued eating. These gossips were irrelevant to him; he was currently focused solely on cultivation, body tempering, and consolidating his soul skills, while also taking on some academy missions in his spare time to earn some pocket money. As for the entanglements of others, he had no interest in delving into them.

In the evening, by the lake, a gentle breeze blew, and her pink hair fluttered softly. Hua Xi'er sat side by side on a stone bench with Jin Zhongyue and Luo Jiuxiao.

"Brother Jin, have you seen him yet?"