107: Hu Jia

Mo Yuhan stood rooted to the spot, gazing for a long time at the direction Xiao Xuner had disappeared, then lowered his head to look at the faint, far less fluid and natural fluctuations he tried to simulate with his fingertips, his heart churning.

Her method just now seemed to be a Spirit Ability that utilized Soul Power.

The Spirit Ability was like a key, opening a brand new door for him regarding the use of Soul Power.

In the following days, Mo Yuhan focused on cultivating Dou Qi, and also went to the arena or sought out Instructor Ruo Lin to hone his Dou Skills and Spirit Abilities, though the most important thing was still alchemy.

Unbeknownst to him, under Fire Elder's medicinal pill cultivation and his own training, Mo Yuhan had already broken through to a three-star Great Dou Shi.

Such peaceful days did not last for too long.

The outstanding young women surrounding Mo Yuhan, like bright pearls in the night, eventually attracted covetous gazes.

However, this gaze did not come from ordinary male students, but from an even more troublesome existence.

On this day, Mo Yuhan had just come out of Hundred Refinements Hall, preparing to return to his small courtyard.

As he passed through an open woodland planted with fire maple trees, he heard Lin Fei's angry shout and Xue Mei's cold rebuke from afar.

"Let go! What are you doing?!"

"Please respect yourself!"

Mo Yuhan's heart tightened, and he quickened his steps.

Turning past a few thick fire maples, the scene before him made his pupils contract sharply.

Lin Fei and Xue Mei were surrounded in a semicircle by four or five female students with robust auras, dressed in unified black tight-fitting attire.

The leader was a young woman dressed in fiery red tight-fitting attire; her figure was tall, and her waist curves were exceptionally hot and spicy.

Her face was beautiful but carried an arrogant air, and a long red whip was wrapped around her waist.

Her skin was a healthy complexion, and her fiery red long hair, like burning flames, was casually draped, her features possessing a wild and untamed beauty, and her eyes were full of aggression and undisguised possessiveness.

At this moment, the red-clad young woman was staring intently at Lin Fei and Xue Mei, as if appreciating her prey.

In her hand, she toyed with a black leather whip entwined with thorns, its tip trailing on the ground, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Tsk, a hot little pepper, an icy little beauty,"

The red-haired young woman licked her full red lips, her voice carrying a strange husky magnetism, "What's the point of following that little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair? Come to me, and I'll show you what true 'happiness' is!"

As she spoke, she even reached out, trying frivolously to hook Xue Mei's chin.

"I don't know you, don't be presumptuous!"

Xue Mei's pretty face turned icy with anger, and a cold aura permeated her surroundings, instantly freezing a few fallen leaves.

Lin Fei was even more like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fiery red Dou Qi surging out: "You pervert! Stay away from us!"

"Oh, quite a temper, Big Sister likes it even more!"

The young woman named Hu Jia, far from being annoyed, laughed excitedly instead, her eyes gleaming brightly, "Go invite these two beauties to be guests at my 'Jia Yuan'!"

The female students behind her immediately smirked and pressed forward.

"Stop!"

A clear shout filled with anger exploded like thunder.

Mo Yuhan's small figure, carrying a fierce wind, instantly inserted itself between the two sides, firmly shielding Lin Fei and Xue Mei behind him.

His face was ashen, his obsidian-like eyes burning with cold fury, staring fixedly at the red-haired young woman: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Hu Jia's gaze finally shifted from Lin Fei and Xue Mei to Mo Yuhan, carrying undisguised disdain and annoyance: "Heh, so you're that Mo Yuhan? A snot-nosed brat, if you know what's good for you, scram! Big Sister isn't interested in little brats, only in these two beauties behind you!"

The thorny leather whip in her hand flicked casually, emitting a crisp 'snap', as if the air itself was torn apart.

"They are my friends, please leave immediately!"

Mo Yuhan stood his ground, releasing his three-star Great Dou Shi aura without reservation; although it was far from Hu Jia's oppressive presence, which was at least Great Dou Shi level, it carried a rock-solid determination.

"Friends?"

Hu Jia burst into exaggerated laughter as if she had heard the biggest joke, her full chest heaving with it, "What does a little brat know about friends? Big Sister is saving them, rescuing them from boring kids like you, letting them experience a more wonderful World!"

The astringent gleam in her eyes intensified, her gaze sweeping over Lin Fei and Xue Mei's faces, flushed with anger, filled with an unusual possessiveness, "Go on, but don't hurt my beauties. As for this brat, knock him out and throw him out!"

"Yes, Sister Jia!"

The female students responded in unison, a dismissive smile on their faces, their Dou Qi erupting as they all lunged at Mo Yuhan.

Fists and legs, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, instantly enveloped him!

Mo Yuhan's small figure was surrounded by seven or eight agile female students, the air filled with sharp Dou Qi fluctuations and undisguised malice.

"Little thing, it's their good fortune that Sister Hu Jia has taken a liking to your senior sisters. Get out of the way obediently, don't ask for trouble!"

The leading yellow-clad young woman had a light green wind vortex swirling at her fingertips, possessing the strength of a nine-star Dou Shi peak.

The others behind her were equally aggressive, their seven-star and eight-star Dou Shi auras rising and falling, like a pack of wolves ready to devour someone.

Mo Yuhan's dark eyes showed no ripples, as Xuan Huang Purple Flame silently emerged from his palm, like flowing molten gold or solidified purple crystal, a scorching and profound aura instantly spreading out, even the bluestone slabs beneath his feet faintly showing scorch marks.

He was only nine years old, his figure still somewhat slender, but that cluster of burningStrange Fire (Exotic Flame) carried a heart-pounding pressure.

"My senior sisters are not merchandise."

Mo Yuhan's voice was soft, but it clearly pierced through the wind, "If you want to take them away, you'll have to ask me first."

"Arrogant!" The yellow-clad young woman shrieked, her figure transforming into a blurry green shadow, rushing straight towards him, enveloped in a wind vortex, "Wind Shred!"

The other women also attacked simultaneously, water arrows, earth spikes, vines... various colored Dou Qi lights interwoven into a deadly net, instantly engulfing Mo Yuhan.

Mo Yuhan's pupils contracted, and Xuan Huang Purple Flame erupted suddenly.

"Xuan Huang Lion Flame Crash!"

A low roar seemed to emanate from the core of the flames. The dark Xuan Huang Flame instantly surged over his body.

The flames on his shoulders and forearms suddenly expanded and solidified, outlining the ferocious and majestic silhouette of a fiery lion's head, its color like cast bronze, with dangerous purple light flickering at its edges.

His body seemed to be clad in a lion-shaped battle armor forged from raging flames.

Mo Yuhan did not retreat but advanced, charging fearlessly into the sky-filled Dou Skills.

His speed was not extremely fast, but it carried a heavy oppressive feeling, like a collapsing mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wind blades twisted against the fiery lion's head, emitting ear-piercing friction sounds, sparks flying everywhere, and were actually shattered by brute force.

Water arrows struck Xuan Huang Purple Flame, turning into white mist with a hiss; earth spikes disintegrated, and vines instantly charred and broke.

Mo Yuhan, like a raging fire lion breaking through waves, directly crashed into the female students' formation.

"Ugh—!"

Dull thuds and cries of pain exploded simultaneously.

The yellow-clad young woman, directly struck by Mo Yuhan's shoulder, was sent flying backward as if hit by a giant hammer. While still in mid-air, a strange burning sensation madly drilled into her body from the point of impact.

It wasn't the pain of scorched skin, but as if her internal organs were gripped and roasted by an invisible fiery hand.

The original burning power from Xuan Huang Flame raged through her meridians.

Even more terrifyingly, a primal oppressive force, like that of an ancient fierce beast, brutally rushed into her spirit, causing her entire body's Dou Qi to suddenly stagnate, as if frozen. Her body became so heavy that she could barely move, and her speed instantly plummeted.

In her eyes, there was only the fierce figure, like a young lion, burning with purple-gold flames, only the bone-deep burning pain and the tremor from the depths of her soul.

The other attackers were also not spared.

Mo Yuhan's figure rapidly weaved among them, each shoulder bump and elbow strike carrying the violent power of Xuan Huang Lion Flame Crash.

Every contact meant the invasion of the original burning and the activation of the inherent "blood stagnation" effect.

The female students, who had been aggressive moments ago, fell to the ground in pain like wheat stalks swept by a strong wind, their bodies feeling as if they were burning, their Dou Qi circulation incredibly difficult, unable even to stand steadily, only able to curl up and groan on the ground.

The fiery lion head phantom around Mo Yuhan slowly dissipated, revealing his increasingly firm young face.

He glanced at the fallen people, Xuan Huang Purple Flame flickered on his fingertips once, then finally extinguished.

He had not struck too heavily after all.

This was Canaan Academy, they were Hu Jia's pawns, and even more, people instigated by the Vice Dean's granddaughter.

He was alone, and although he had Fire Elder protecting him, he couldn't easily make enemies.