Reincarnated in another world, my tamed beast is a stunning empress.

He then pulled his own soul into the cycle of reincarnation, becoming Han Lin's spirit beast.

Not only does it refuse to acknowledge itself as its master, it also allows itself to become someone else's spirit beast.

That's bad enough, but to actually acknowledge someone else as their master?

So, am I a gift you gave him?

Ling Siru was furious and wished she could grab the Reincarnation Treasure from Han Lin's sea of ​​consciousness and beat him up.

Is this something a human being would do?

No, this isn't human at all.

Ling Siru's eyes seemed to be spitting fire; if it weren't for the contract in her soul, she would have given Han Lin a good beating.

The precious treasure of reincarnation that I worked so hard to obtain is gone just like that. Damn treasure, damn Han Lin.

Han Lin opened his eyes and saw Ling Siru's fierce expression, and asked in confusion.

"What are you doing? I'm your master, you think you can hit me?"

Ling Siru mobilized her meager spiritual power to make a move; she simply couldn't bear it.

Han Lin reached out and grabbed her hand, then pinched her cheek with his other hand.

"Oh, you know, she's kind of cute when she's angry."

"Let go! Are you looking for death?" Ling Siru said angrily.

"Oh, so you've got a temper now."

Han Lin pinched her cheeks with both hands, only letting go when he saw she was really angry.

He easily caught the hand that was being struck by her.

"An F-rank spirit beast with such a big temper."

"Doesn't the book say that spirit beasts are completely devoted to their masters?"

Ling Siru was extremely frustrated because she couldn't hit Han Lin at all.

He risked his life to seize a priceless treasure, and after death, he was reincarnated as someone else's spirit beast. However, the treasure in his reincarnation recognized someone else as its master, and he was bullied by them.

Ling Siru was a little depressed, but she still sat down cross-legged to cultivate.

Regardless of anything else, let's focus on improving our strength first.

Han Lin ignored her and went to bed to rest.

The next morning at seven o'clock, I washed up and went to school.

We will assemble on the playground at 8:00 AM and line up according to our original classes.

Then the homeroom teacher came over to register who would go to the Beast Taming Class and who would go to the Ancient Martial Arts Class. After that, the students would be assigned to classes.

Liu Changhe was very happy and greeted Han Lin with a smile as he registered.

"Nephew, I've become a beast-taming class teacher. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll still be teaching you. You should be secretly happy about that."

Han Lin was somewhat surprised, "Not your uncle, you really have a connection?"

"That's right, I've been at this school for so many years, I do have connections."

Some of the martial arts teachers who wanted to persuade Han Lin turned their faces away.

A martial arts teacher behaving like a scoundrel is truly shameful, and it's the martial arts teacher who's being disgraced.

Seeing that Han Lin had finished registering, he left.

The class assignments were quickly made, and Han Lin went to the Beast Taming Class 1.

Without extensive resources to nurture him, Han Lin already possessed 8500 Qi and Blood in his second year of high school, naturally placing him in the best class.

Han Lin led Ling Siru towards the innermost part of the school.

There is a 15-story building, which is where a class holds classes and training.

At the entrance, a group of students dressed much better gathered together, occupying all the spirit beast battle arenas in front of the high-rise building, and competing with their respective spirit beasts.

They are the descendants of various enterprises and powerful cultivators in Linyang City.

Before the senior year of high school, the school mainly focuses on cultivating basic knowledge, while also providing physical training.

They cultivated their qi and blood at home from a young age, and only entered school in their senior year of high school to take the college entrance examination.

"Brother Han, you really are in Class 1. I won my bet."

Fang Wan, Yun Tianhe, and the others walked over, and Fang Wan spoke.

"Why aren't you all going to have a contest with your spirit beasts? What are you doing sitting on the sidelines?"

Wearing glasses, Yun Tian shook his head helplessly, "They've taken over all the battle arenas and won't let us go over there."

Han Lin looked towards the arena and said, "Isn't this supposed to be a queue for everyone to use together? How can we not let you go?"

"You're such a great talent, why are you afraid of them? Just take care of whoever is stopping you."

Yun Tianhe smiled and said, "Never mind, we're all classmates."

When the students on the dueling platform heard what the two said, some of them immediately became dissatisfied.

"Damn it, so what if we don't let you use it?"

"If you're weak, just keep quiet. If you're not happy, then try and fight."

A blond-haired man pointed at the group and cursed them, his face full of arrogance.

Han Lin ignored him, "Yun Tian and your spirit beast are both A-level Thunder Leopards, why are you afraid of a C-level spirit beast like him?"

"Let the spirit beast go up and kill his spirit beast."

Yun Tianhe sent the A-level Thunder Leopard forward, and Huang Mao immediately became a little timid.

They summoned the spirit beasts after the students had left the school.

Over the past day, it's impossible for a C-level spirit beast to defeat an A-level one.

"What strength can you tell from a spirit beast contest? Come on, all of you, attack together."

"Isn't there a prodigy in the second year of high school with over 8500 Qi and Blood? I'm only at the first level of cultivation, let him come and give it a try."

Upon hearing that he had his own business to attend to, Han Lin walked towards him.

"Fuck you."

He kicked him away, and the blond-haired man fell to the ground clutching his stomach, his face flushed red.

People near the battle arena immediately gathered around.

As descendants of corporations and powerful individuals, they naturally have a sense of superiority and naturally mingle together.

"What do you mean?"

Wan Jun, who is about 1.8 meters tall and has a straight figure, spoke up.

Han Lin shrugged. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Why do you like using your hands? Try doing it with me!"

As he spoke, Wan Jun emitted a second-tier aura, and an SS-level Heavenly Lion Tiger stepped forward.

"Are you blind? Do you think I enjoy taking action?"

Wan Jun said righteously, "I only saw you make the move."

"Apologize!"

Han Lin, with his fiery temper, spoiled him. One punch from Han Lin had the force of over 20,000 jin, enough to make him shit his pants.

"Brother Han, don't be impulsive."

Fang Wan and Yun Tian quickly pulled Han Lin away.

In their view, Han Lin had strong blood and qi, but as a second-level cultivator, he was already able to mobilize spiritual energy to protect his body.

"Oh, you're Han Lin, the high school sophomore with 8500 Qi and Blood."

"I heard that your family is not well-off, yet you have managed to condense so much qi and blood."

"How about this, I'll give you a thousand spirit stones for every time you kowtow."

Wan Jun's original intention was to mock and humiliate Han Lin, but Han Lin's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Let go of us, didn't you hear the young master giving us spirit stones?"

"One thousand spirit stones for each head, I can kowtow until you go bankrupt."

Han Lin knelt down on the ground with a thud. "Young Master, I kowtow to you."

Ling Siru, who was standing to the side, turned her head away when she saw this scene, unable to bear to look.

The other students were also completely bewildered.

Only Han Lin was kowtowing earnestly, "One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million."

Wan Jun's lips twitched involuntarily. He'd only kowtowed a few times, and it was already ten million?

Han Lin quickly got up and spread his hands.

"One hundred billion, not counting the thousand spirit stones per head, let's say one spirit stone."

"Give me spirit stones, not a single one less."

Wan Jun ignored Han Lin and turned to leave.

Han Lin couldn't stand it anymore and rushed up to him.

"How can you go back on your word?"

Wan Jun threw a spatial ring on the ground, "Ten thousand spirit stones, consider it dog food."

"puff!"

Han Lin landed a solid punch on Wan Jun's face, turning his eye into a panda eye.

"Should we give it to them or not?"

"Are you looking for death?" Wan Jun mobilized his spiritual power.

Han Lin mobilized all his qi and blood and punched him hard in the stomach.

He was blasted away and landed on the ground, spitting out blood.

"Put the spatial ring away," Han Lin said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"How could you go back on your word?"

Han Lin walked towards him, while the SS-level Heavenly Lion Tiger blocked Wan Jun's path.

"Go! Bite him to death!"