The True Young Master Saves the Soul Pet World by Eating Melons – CH9

Chapter 9: Roasted Pumpkin

[When it was time for Yu Beixuan to learn how to walk, City Lord Yu couldn’t bear to put him down. He figured there’d be plenty of time for the boy to learn once he started going out to slay fiend beasts.]

[Fortunately, Madam Yu was there. She nearly twisted City Lord Yu’s ear off before he finally set the child down.]

[Yu Beixuan had been clever since childhood. He realized early on that his father was the most dangerous being in the world. So he learned to walk extremely quickly—by the age of one, he was already running all over the place.]

Si Er nodded thoughtfully, his mind instantly forming a headline:

“After Fatherly Love Collapsed Like a Landslide, I Learned to Sprint at One Year Old.”

[Every time City Lord Yu wanted to hold him, he’d run as fast as he could. But a child can only run so fast—he was always scooped back into his father’s arms.]

[And City Lord Yu truly adored him. Even at seven or eight years old, he was still frequently hugged and kissed.]

[But boys, the older they grow, the more pride they have—and the less they can tolerate being kissed by their father.]

[So during a beast tide outside the city one year, Yu Beixuan secretly ran away and began roaming the world, refusing to return.]

[Of course, that’s only on the surface. In reality, he goes back once a year, bringing local specialties for the family and squeezing some pocket money from his mother and older brother.]

[But every time he returns, he observes secretly for a long time and only sneaks in when City Lord Yu isn’t around.]

The great villain is actually kind of cute.

Si Er couldn’t help turning around to glance in the direction where the golden light had flared earlier, curious about the villain’s current expression.

But the moment he turned, he saw Yu Beixuan walking straight toward him—and then taking his place in line right behind him.

Si Er immediately snapped his head back forward.

Yu Beixuan stared at the back of Si Er’s head in confusion.

Did he just hear the other boy call him cute?

The “great villain” must’ve meant him, right?

Was he… cute?

Yu Beixuan instinctively touched his face—then suddenly remembered his father praising him as cute in the past. He quickly dropped his hand.

Forget it. There’s nothing to be happy about being called cute.

Soon, it was their turn for the written exam.

This was the elementary written test. Twenty candidates per session, thirty minutes each. There were several different versions of the exam, all roughly equal in difficulty.

Si Er had good luck—his paper contained questions he mostly knew. He immediately began writing swiftly.

During the exam, all contracted soul beasts had to be stored in their soul spaces. However, some special soul beasts could still communicate with their masters even while inside.

For example, the Mingxi Holy Rabbit.

[Er’er, do you need answers? Just read me the questions and I can give you the answers immediately.]

No need. I want to take it myself. Perfect chance to see how my self-study’s going.

Si Er saw no reason to cheat. With his talent, admission to Black Tortoise Academy was already guaranteed.

Besides, he preferred doing exams himself. As long as it wasn’t math, physics, or chemistry, he’d probably be fine.

His results weren’t bad—better than expected. Out of 100, he scored 92. He felt pretty proud.

Some questions didn’t even have standard answers. Even the perfectly built big villain from the original story had only scored 95.

Yu Beixuan also felt he had done well. If his father saw this score—

Ugh. Why did he think of his father again? Bad omen.

After the written test came the third round: practical assessment. This one had stricter requirements.

All students who passed the first two rounds were gathered together and each given a mission token. Their task was to traverse Mount Black Tortoise on their own and reach the gates of Black Tortoise Academy.

During the journey, they had to complete tasks listed on their tokens. Each completed task earned five points. Completing at least five tasks was required to pass the third round.

The final score from the third round would be combined with the converted scores of the first two rounds. The top ten students would receive rewards.

Rewards? What rewards?

Si Er rubbed his hands together eagerly.

[There are two types. First, soul stones. First place gets 10,000 low-grade soul stones. Second gets 5,000. Third gets 3,000. Fourth and fifth get 2,000. The remaining five each get 1,000.]

Soul stones were the universal currency of this world, used to enhance a soul master’s spiritual power.

[The second reward is ten magical beast eggs displayed for selection. If someone resonates with an egg, they can take it away.]

Si Er blinked. What if someone doesn’t resonate with any?

[Then they don’t get one.]

[But the Four Great Academies are fairly considerate. They arrange beast eggs matching the top ten students’ elemental attributes to increase resonance chances.]

[Though some people just have bad luck. Nothing can be done about that.]

Sounds like opening blind boxes. Except some people might not even get to open one.

This kind of reward is so uncertain—if someone didn’t profit hugely from it, it’d be endlessly criticized.

The Mingxi Holy Rabbit agreed. Even with matching attributes, soul resonance wasn’t logical. Historically, getting five successful contracts out of ten was already good.

Yu Beixuan had little interest in the rewards. He didn’t lack soul stones, and he doubted Black Tortoise Academy could produce a dark-attribute beast egg.

After his talent test, the other three academies had tried to poach him—even after he rejected them, they still harbored hopes.

But the moment he revealed he was dark-attribute, they all hesitated.

Yu Beixuan had long known his attribute wasn’t popular. He didn’t mind—but he hadn’t expected the elders of Black Tortoise Academy to remain just as enthusiastic.

The third round would only begin after everyone completed the first two tests. The wait was long—two full days.

Whenever Si Er got hungry, he casually pulled out a melon to munch on. Watermelon, pumpkin, cucumber, cantaloupe—everyone watching grew envious.

Especially when he ate pumpkin.

Since Si Er preferred it cooked, he would have his Wind-Flame Ostrich roast it for him.

Once roasted, the pumpkin’s fragrance drifted for miles, making everyone want a bite.

No one could understand how a mere pumpkin could smell so divine.

Some couldn’t resist temptation and entertained crooked thoughts—perhaps snatch one to taste?

But the moment such thoughts arose, they felt dragged into a separate space.

There, only a blazing sun hung overhead, threatening to melt them alive.

Within that blazing sun, they seemed to glimpse their long-deceased great-grandparents… even ancestors further back.

The figures from ancestral portraits stepped down, warmly beckoning.

“Well now, which unfilial descendant is this? So young and already coming to keep us old bones company?”

They were terrified and bewildered, unable to comprehend why they were suddenly about to die.

Then, the aroma of Si Er’s roasted pumpkin drifted to their noses again.

The few who had harbored ill intent jolted and swore inwardly never again to covet someone else’s pumpkin.

Instantly, the ancestors stopped beckoning. The portraits froze mid-step. Even the sun felt less scorching—though the terrifying illusion had not yet fully dissipated.

After further reflection, they mentally vowed never again to covet anyone’s watermelon, cucumber, or melon—and never to harbor crooked thoughts toward Si Er.

Finally, the blazing sun set. The ancestors withdrew. The illusion shattered.

They felt reborn—but the lingering sensation of being scorched by flames remained.

From then on, they dared not even glance at Si Er.

That boy was terrifying. Who knew what background he had? Apparently even stealing a pumpkin was forbidden.

Si Er, completely unaware that anyone had plotted to steal his pumpkin, continued happily eating.

Contracting a fire-attribute beast had truly been a wise decision.

Boiling water, roasting food—outdoor survival essentials!

He patted the Wind-Flame Ostrich’s head and, in a generous mood, fed it plenty of Whirlwind Cucumbers.

The ostrich ate happily.

As a contracted magical beast, the Wind-Flame Ostrich had always been clear about its role.

It was a mount—and a lighter.

In its lighter career, it burned brightly and steadily. No issues there.

But as a mount…

Have you ever seen a mount that runs slower than its master?

The Wind-Flame Ostrich decided it needed to eat more Whirlwind Cucumbers—so that one day, it could finally outrun Si Er.

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