In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Let's call you Golden Scale in Chapter 2.

After leaving Shihun Village, Uncle Li arrived at the Martial Soul Branch Hall in Notting City.

He ignored the greetings from his colleagues, hurriedly entered his room, and slammed the door shut.

"What's wrong with Uncle Li?"

"I don't know, it must be something important."

This scene caused the staff inside the hall to discuss among themselves. They knew that since Uncle Li was transferred here from another place more than half a year ago, their impression of him had always been that of a serious and unsmiling senior, and he rarely showed such a demeanor.

His strength is unfathomable, and even the branch hall master rarely bothers him. He is usually mysterious and rarely seen, only occasionally taking on awakening missions in the surrounding villages. This job has now been taken over by the newly appointed steward Su Yuntao.

Inside the room at this moment.

Uncle Li was writing something on a piece of paper with a serious expression. After a short while, he put down his pen, rolled the letter into a tube the size of a cigarette, and then went to the window, beckoned a swallow, and tied the letter tube tightly to the swallow's leg.

The Sharp-tailed Swallow is a tiny soul beast with little offensive power, but it flies extremely fast. With ten years of cultivation, it can leave behind some soul beasts with a thousand years of cultivation. Major forces on the continent raise them for long-distance transmission of important intelligence.

It is said that the Swift, the inherited martial spirit of the Min clan, is the superior form of the Swift.

After releasing the swallow, Uncle Li stood by the window and watched until the swallow disappeared from sight before turning around.

"I really don't understand why Her Highness would care so much about a good-for-nothing."

After returning to his room, Uncle Li shook his head and couldn't help but grumble.

Everyone in the Notting City Martial Soul Branch knew that he had been transferred from another region, but they were unaware that he was actually one of the trusted confidants secretly cultivated by the current Holy Maiden. He was assigned here more than half a year ago, and his mission was to secretly monitor and protect a level 29 Great Soul Master named Yu Xiaogang, and also to send letters to the Holy Maiden from time to time to report on Yu Xiaogang's situation.

As a trusted confidant, Uncle Li naturally wouldn't object. However, based on his understanding of Yu Xiaogang over the past six months, he had a basic assessment from an outsider's perspective.

Who is that person?

On the surface, he uses the title of "Master" to live a life of leisure and idleness at Notting Academy, relying on his identity as the "Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan".

That's fine, Uncle Li acknowledges that his theoretical knowledge is good. However, he is arrogant and looks down on the students with innate level 2 or 3 soul power in Notting Academy, despite having only half a level of innate soul power. He has always relied on the dean of Notting Academy for financial support, but has never thought of repaying the dean by teaching and educating students.

He always looked melancholy, dejected, and with a hint of arrogance, like a talented person who had not been recognized for his abilities. He had no self-awareness and seemed to think that it was an honor for the academy to be a guest there.

Uncle Li shook his head again, thinking to himself:

Forget it, I'm just doing my job, why should I care so much? But today I actually found a child in a nearby village who awakened the same martial soul as Yu Xiaogang... Wow, I wonder if Her Highness the Holy Maiden can handle this news...

The words are divided into two parts.

In Shihun Village, after awakening his martial soul, Wang Zhao was taken home by Elder John, the village elder, and this is where Wang Zhao usually lives.

He was an orphan. According to Old John, his parents were an ordinary couple in the village. Their martial souls were Blue Silver Grass and a scythe, respectively. They were born without soul power and died very early. Before they died, they entrusted him to Old John's family for care.

"Grandpa John, when are we going to Nottingham?"

Wang Zhao looked up at Old John, her face full of anticipation, and asked.

Since the village chief had told him long ago that if he awakened his innate soul power, he would be sent to school in Notting City, Wang Zhao's question did not seem abrupt.

"There are still three months until the registration period for the Notting Soul Master Junior Academy. If you want to go and take a look first, Grandpa will take you to Notting City tomorrow."

Old John looked at Wang Zhao kindly and smiled as he spoke.

"Okay, I'm going back to my room now."

Wang Zhao dashed into the room like a runner, closed the door, and her expression quickly calmed down.

This change in demeanor did not mean that Wang Zhao was wary of old John; rather, he was used to silence and contemplation, but felt that it was inappropriate to display such behavior in a six-year-old child. So he simply disguised himself, which, even if it did not bring any benefit, could prevent his eccentricity from causing trouble.

He is a steady person.

Silently walking to the bedside and sitting down, Wang Zhao activated his soul power, summoned his martial soul Luo Sanpao, and then began to observe.

The pale purple little beast had very bright eyes. As soon as it appeared, it pounced on Wang Zhao. Before it could react, it fell and had to grab Wang Zhao's leg in a panic.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhao couldn't help but smile.

Luo Sanpao's martial spirit is a rare and unique phenomenon, possessing both a sentient body and the ability to devour and digest food.

Wang Zhao gently picked up Luo Sanpao, stroking and observing him while pondering the future.

Having innate half-level soul power means that he is destined not to reach the peak through the ordinary path, but reaching the peak is his most basic wish as a transmigrator.

When you come to this fantastical world, whether it's the mystical floor tiles or anything else, you always want to shine with your own unique brilliance.

How about going to seek refuge with Yu Xiaogang?

That was his first thought.

Regardless of Yu Xiaogang's character and conduct, as long as Wang Zhao goes to him for refuge, he can at least arouse the interest of this "kindred spirit" and even attract the attention of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is somewhat exaggerated in the original work, it is indeed a super force with top-notch experts in charge.

After thinking about it for a moment, Wang Zhao dismissed the idea.

Putting aside the future prospects, this is indeed a good path, but it cannot support him to the top, and it is even uncertain whether his safety can be guaranteed.

After all, given the Spirit Hall's future ambitions, they are destined to carry out the "Soul Hunting Plan."

As for going to Shrek Academy, Wang Zhao had never considered it. With his talent, there was no way he could get in. Even if he managed to get in by any means, he would at most serve as a gatekeeper or do odd jobs in logistics.

He is very self-aware.

Why not use your foresight to guide the three girls in the early stages, and then achieve a perfect path to immortality and godhood, reaching the pinnacle of life?

Wang Zhao only thought about it before immediately dismissing the idea.

Putting aside whether she can be successfully carried by Tang San in the end, given Tang San's fickle and suspicious nature, she might accidentally be warned of the "path to death"!

Wang Zhao knew he lacked the ability to devise a plan involving the Yin-Yang duality of ice and fire.

As for the Spirit Hall...

With such a powerful force, unless he can attract Bibi Dong's attention, he is destined to fade into obscurity.

But given Su Yuntao's personality, would he really report his mere half-level innate soul power beast spirit?

Wang Zhao expressed his doubts, adding that the Spirit Hall was a mixed bag with many uncertainties.

"I'm afraid I'll eventually end up on a path much like Yu Xiaogang's. My only advantage is that I'm younger than him and haven't had any spirit rings attached yet. I hope the library at Notting Academy will bring me some surprises..."

Wang Zhao murmured softly, somewhat lost, looking at Luo Sanpao in her arms, but quickly regained her resolve. After all, it wasn't that he lacked potential; it was just that his potential hadn't been properly developed.

Although Yu Xiaogang's famous saying, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters," is somewhat of a generalization, it is indeed very fitting when applied to himself.

In Wang Zhao's opinion, even though Luo Sanpao's martial soul was known to be a malignant mutation caused by congenital deficiencies, it would be understandable if he didn't know how to improve his original power, but surely he could at least have a versatile amplification-type soul skill?

Like Yu Xiaogang, who chose an offensive soul skill as his first soul ring, ultimately turning the Golden Sacred Dragon cub into a farting pig, a complete mess, and his "Thunder Breath" could only be described as "farting like thunder"...

"To be honest, the name Luo Sanpao was given to me by Yu Xiaogang based on his farting pig. I can't call mine that."

"Roar~ Roar~"

"A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it will transform into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds... So let's call you Golden Carp."

"Roar~"

……

In a quiet courtyard in Wuhun City.

A stunningly beautiful woman sat alone on the stone steps. A gentle breeze ruffled her pale pink hair, but she seemed oblivious, stiffly fiddling with the petals in her hands. Her eyes were unfocused, and she looked lonely yet endearing.

Just then, a small, pointed-tailed swallow flew in from afar. The woman looked at it, and her eyes instantly lit up with joy. She couldn't wait to go to the swallow and carefully took the letter tube off its leg.

Afterwards, the woman opened the letter, and whether she saw something or thought of something, her expression, which had been somewhat nostalgic, suddenly turned gloomy.

"Little Butterfly".

"exist."

A maid in black emerged from the shadows and took the letter from the beautiful woman.

"You need to investigate the background of this child named 'Wang Zhao' immediately. I need all his information."

"besides……"

"I want to see him here within three days."

"Yes."

The maid Xiaodie nodded, and with a flash, she took the letter and disappeared into the distance.

The stunningly beautiful woman gazed at the sky, swayed unsteadily, and leaned weakly against the wall, murmuring:

"Xiao Gang..."

(End of this chapter)