Soul Land: Xiao Yan Reincarnates as Huo Yuhao

"Or else what? Of course, I'll beat you up!" the petite girl huffed with a cold sneer.

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, about to say something, but the petite girl quickly stepped back. The tall, burly youth who had been leading the group stepped forward. His face was flushed with anger as he glared at Xiao Yan, shouting, "You little bastard! How dare you talk back to me? Do you want a beating?"

"Who are you calling a little bastard?" Xiao Yan's lips curved into a faint smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he deliberately set up a verbal trap.

"I'm calling you a little bastard!" the tall youth bellowed furiously.

"Ah, I see. The little bastard is me." Xiao Yan's tone carried mockery, and he shook his head as if looking at a fool.

Being so thoroughly played, the tall youth gritted his teeth hard, producing a grinding sound. His face turned dark as he growled, "You dare mock me? If I don't teach you a lesson today, my name isn't Wang Shaojie!"

With that, Wang Shaojie unleashed his martial soul. A massive cannon appeared on his shoulder—larger than He Caitou's bazooka from before and radiating immense destructive potential.

The petite girl also sprang into action, revealing over fifty types of soul cannons. Though not mounted on a dedicated platform, her swift movements and the sheer quantity rivaled the firepower of any advanced artillery setup.

The handsome youth accompanying them raised a white energy shield, summoning a crimson longsword imbued with soul power for close combat.

"Boom—"

The lab erupted as soul tool beams and projectiles rained down on Xiao Yan.

"Bone Spirit Cold Flame, manifest!"

A calm yet commanding voice echoed in Xiao Yan's heart. A circle of pale white soul rings rose beneath his feet, and an icy white flame surged out from his body. Instantly, the temperature in the room plummeted, frost creeping along even the metal walls.

"Boom!"

A torrent of explosions rocked the laboratory, filling it with thick dust and smoke.

For a moment, the room fell silent. Wang Shaojie trembled slightly and muttered, "A white ten-year soul ring? Why didn't he dodge? Could he be… dead?"

"What? We killed someone?!" The petite girl's eyes widened in panic as fear crept across her face.

Wang Shaojie furrowed his brows and, after a moment, sneered, "So what? I'm a royal! If he's dead, he's dead. We'll say he attacked us first. Who's left to argue otherwise?"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the blast zone, drawing everyone's attention.

"He's… he's not dead!" The petite girl gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Wang Shaojie's face twitched as a chilling sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

Through the haze of dust and smoke, faint footsteps echoed. The sound alone sent a shiver through the group as they stared in stunned silence.

From the cloud of dust, a figure cloaked in ghostly white flames emerged unscathed. Xiao Yan's black robe was pristine, his face as calm as when he had first walked in, completely untouched by the barrage.

"Are you… human or ghost?" The petite girl stumbled back, her voice quivering with fear.

Xiao Yan walked forward unhurriedly, his indifferent gaze scanning the three before him. Suddenly, his dark eyes flared with violent intent, and in an instant, his figure blurred into motion, becoming a shadow that appeared before the trio.

"Y-you…" The petite girl froze as Xiao Yan appeared in front of her. Meeting his fiery, murderous gaze, she let out a terrified wail and burst into tears.

Before her cry finished, Xiao Yan's foot shot forward, striking her midsection. The impact sent her flying across the room, where she landed heavily.

"You little bastard! You're asking for death!" Wang Shaojie and the handsome youth finally reacted, retreating with shouts of anger.

As they tried to flee, Xiao Yan moved like a ghost, cutting them off. His cold voice resonated in their ears, "Weren't you going to teach me a lesson? Why run?"

"I-I'm a royal! If you dare hit me—" Wang Shaojie's voice wavered, fear creeping into his tone as he faced Xiao Yan's icy demeanor.

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Xiao Yan sneered and punched forward, his fist surrounded by a powerful shockwave that produced a deafening boom. His strike landed squarely on Wang Shaojie's chest.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones fracturing echoed in the room.

Wang Shaojie flew backward, crashing into the wall and leaving a trail of blood before crumpling to the ground, severely injured.

"You… you assaulted royalty! The Royal Enforcement Corps won't let this slide!"

The handsome youth gritted his teeth, summoning all his soul power into his crimson sword. He charged at Xiao Yan, aiming a vicious slash at him.

But before the blade could even descend, Xiao Yan appeared behind him. A devastating strike to the back sent the youth tumbling forward. After rolling several meters, he spat blood and looked back at Xiao Yan in horror.

"You… you dare challenge the Empire? Just wait—you'll pay for this!"

Wang Shaojie clutched his broken ribs, muttering empty threats. Unable to muster the courage to stay, he turned and fled.

The others followed closely behind, their confidence shattered.

Xiao Yan scoffed coldly. "Empty threats from garbage." Turning back to his work, he resumed inscribing the core array.

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Unexpected Visitors

By midday, Xiao Yan finished his work and decided to get some food. However, as he exited the lab, he was met with an unpleasant sight.

"There he is! Arrest him!"

Wang Shaojie's pale face emerged, pointing directly at Xiao Yan. He was accompanied by six armored men—two Soul Emperors and four Soul Kings—all emitting oppressive auras.

The leader stepped forward, showing a badge. "Royal Enforcement Corps. You are accused of assaulting a royal. Come quietly, or face the consequences."

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes. Trouble had come knocking again.

"Do you think you can take me in?" Xiao Yan's tone was calm, yet a menacing edge lingered beneath.

"Resisting arrest? Fine, we'll do this the hard way!" The leader's soul rings—two yellow, two purple, two black—lit up as he prepared to subdue Xiao Yan.

But before they could act, two blood-red soul rings rose beneath Xiao Yan's feet, each marked by four faint golden lines.

An ancient, primal energy surged from Xiao Yan's body. The oppressive aura forced the Royal Enforcement Corps to retreat in terror.

"Two ten-thousand-year soul rings? Impossible!"

Nearby students screamed, some fainting on the spot. Even the instructors looked pale, overwhelmed by the shocking display.

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Meanwhile, in Mingde Hall, Jing Hongchen received alarming news.

"Academy Head, the Royal Enforcement Corps is heading for the lab! They're going after a black-robed student!"

"Black-robed? Could it be Yan Xiao?" Jing Hongchen's face darkened. Muttering to himself, he rushed out, muttering, "If those idiots lay a hand on him, they'll pay dearly."

Finally, by the time Jing Hongchen arrived at the laboratory's entrance, he was met with a scene that nearly made him faint. The members of the Royal Enforcement Corps were all convulsing violently on the ground, foaming at the mouth, their eyes rolled back, as if suffering from severe seizures.

"???" Jing Hongchen's small stature stood in stark contrast to the large question mark on his face, reflecting his utter confusion.

The surrounding area was abuzz with whispers and exclamations. Just as Orange returned to the scene, her eyes immediately locked onto Xiao Yan's figure. When her gaze fell upon the two radiant two hundred-thousand-year soul rings, encircling his feet, her expression shifted to one of astonishment. She muttered in disbelief, "This... this can't be real. Two ten-thousand-year soul rings at his age? What in the world is going on?"

"No," Orange quickly composed herself. Determination gleamed in her eyes. "This news must be reported to His Highness immediately. A talent like this—two ten-thousand-year soul rings, at such a young age—if His Highness can win him over…"

Without hesitation, she turned and left the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy. Her steps were resolute as she headed straight for the imperial palace. A cold, resolute expression masked her thoughts as she retrieved an emblem from her robe—a token of pure dark gold engraved with the image of a ferocious, clawing fire dragon.

Upon sighting the emblem, the Soul Engineer Guards stationed at the palace i

mmediately knelt in respect. "Welcome, Your Excellency," they greeted reverently, their voices steady despite their lowered gazes.

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