Newbie Soul Master's Hell

Watching Zhao Wuji walk away, Wang Xiaofeng finally helped Tang San over to Dai Mubai.

"Take them back to the dorms first." Wang Xiaofeng pointed at the injured group. Since they had chosen not to eat Oscar's Sausages, they might as well return to the dorms and rest. With a Soul Master's physique, these minor injuries would more or less heal after a day's rest.

On the way back to the dorm with Tang San, Oscar seemed to turn into a little bird, happily circling Wang Xiaofeng as he ran.

"Xiaofeng, did you see that girl with short hair? She looks so pretty when she smiles..."

Wang Xiaofeng opened the dormitory door and laid Tang San on his own bed. Looking helplessly at Oscar, he said, "You think I don't know what you're up to? Don't worry, I'm focused on cultivation right now. I have no interest in dating. Seriously, why are all of you so precocious?"

Oscar said carelessly, "My dad already had me when he was my age. Brother Feng, you really are my good brother."

Wang Xiaofeng curled his lip disdainfully. Whenever he needed something, it was Brother Feng; whenever he did not, it was Xiaofeng. Men's mouths were ghosts that lied.

By the time Tang San woke from his unconsciousness, the sky outside had gradually darkened. Opening his slightly bleary eyes, he found himself lying in a wooden house.

"Oh, you're awake." Wang Xiaofeng was writing and drawing at the table nearby. Tang San's soul skills had given him plenty of inspiration today, and Flash Step had gained some new directions for development as well. The moment Tang San woke up, Wang Xiaofeng noticed and lit the oil lamp in the room.

"How is Xiao Wu?" Tang San's voice was somewhat hoarse. He was probably thirsty.

Wang Xiaofeng poured a cup of hot water from the iron kettle and handed it to him. "Xiao Wu? The girl who came with you? Don't worry. She's staying with that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda girl. She should be resting properly in the girls' dormitory now."

"I didn't expect you to be so brave. You actually dared to beat Teacher Zhao up like that. He'll definitely train you hard from now on."

After learning that Xiao Wu was all right, Tang San relaxed. Smiling awkwardly, he accepted the hot water from Wang Xiaofeng.

He also knew that Zhao Wuji had deliberately gone easy on him, or he would not have lasted even a few exchanges. Yet even after using every trick he had, he had only barely broken through Zhao Wuji's defense. It left him somewhat dejected.

Wang Xiaofeng could see that he was in a poor mood and tried to find something to talk about so the atmosphere would not become too awkward.

"Oh, right. We'll be studying together from now on, and we haven't introduced ourselves yet. My name is Wang Xiaofeng, a level thirty-six Support System Tool Soul Master. My martial soul is the Green Calabash. You can just call me Xiaofeng. I'm only two years older than you, anyway."

Wang Xiaofeng pointed at Oscar, who was sleeping on the bed. "That guy is Oscar. You can call him Sausage Uncle, or Xiao Ao."

Tang San smiled. "Oscar really does look like an uncle."

Wang Xiaofeng and Tang San chatted for a while longer, and Wang Xiaofeng finally found out the names of all the new students. The girl with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was Ning Rongrong, while the cool girl with an unclear relationship with Dai Mubai was Zhu Zhuqing.

Wang Xiaofeng and Tang San got along quite well. Before long, Wang Xiaofeng realized they had missed dinner. Somewhat embarrassed, he pointed to the Sausages on the table. "Oh, right. Do you want dinner? Oscar's Sausages are actually pretty tasty."

The moment Tang San saw the Sausages, he could not help recalling Oscar's lewd incantation. A wave of nausea rose in him, and he quickly waved his hand. "It's fine. I'll just cultivate for a while."

Afraid Wang Xiaofeng would ask him to eat Sausages again, he immediately entered a cultivation state.

"What a waste." Wang Xiaofeng shook his head, finished the Sausages on the table, and returned to his Mimetic Cultivation Ground to focus on cultivation.

Tang San's fighting style today had been an eye-opener for him. With Tang San's combat strength, taking down weaker Soul Ancestors would be no problem at all. It also calmed his increasingly complacent heart. In the end, this world still spoke through strength.

At dawn, Wang Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes and steadied the surging Soul Power within him. He had not expected Tang San to stimulate his Soul Power into breaking through.

Wang Xiaofeng left the Mimetic Cultivation Ground. He had just woken Oscar when he ran into Tang San, who happened to be returning.

Tang San said happily, "Perfect timing. I wanted to ask where Xiao Wu is staying. I want to go see whether she's recovered."

"Oh, right! The new students don't know where the Cafeteria is. Isn't this my chance to show myself off?" Oscar seemed to think of something and became so excited that he startled Wang Xiaofeng.

"Enough, Oscar. Stop acting lovesick. If you go to the girls' dormitory looking this scruffy, you're just asking to be beaten up." Wang Xiaofeng took Tang San to the girls' dormitory. As for Oscar, he could wait until he shaved.

Very soon, Wang Xiaofeng brought Tang San outside Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's dormitory.

"This is a simple map of the academy. Take one, and leave one for the girls. I won't disturb you any longer."

Wang Xiaofeng took out two maps from his Soul Tool.

He had drawn these maps of Shrek before when he was bored. After giving them to Tang San, he waved and left beneath Tang San's hesitant gaze.

At the Cafeteria, Wang Xiaofeng ran into Ma Hongjun, who had not appeared at all yesterday.

"Fatty, where did you go yesterday? You missed quite a show, you know." Wang Xiaofeng carried his breakfast over and sat in front of Ma Hongjun.

"Yesterday, my evil fire flared up and I couldn't quite suppress it. Teacher Shao happened to return, so I had him help watch the place. By the way, what show did you say I missed?"

Wang Xiaofeng told him about Zhao Wuji getting humiliated yesterday, leaving Ma Hongjun utterly dumbfounded.

Ma Hongjun looked at Wang Xiaofeng suspiciously. "Really? Xiaofeng, you're not messing with me, are you? How could Soul Masters with Soul Power similar to mine beat Teacher Zhao that badly?"

Wang Xiaofeng shrugged, indicating that was simply the truth. Whether Ma Hongjun believed him or not was not his problem.

While Wang Xiaofeng was eating breakfast, the new students gradually arrived at the Cafeteria as well.

When Ma Hongjun saw the three pretty junior female students, his eyes nearly went blank. However, under the gazes of Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar, he gradually backed down and could only focus on the breakfast in front of him.

Dai Mubai felt that this counted as Shrek's first meal together for old and new students, so he took the lead in introducing himself and let everyone get to know one another.

Everyone introduced themselves in turn. However, Zhu Zhuqing seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Dai Mubai. After simply stating her name, she left the Cafeteria.

Just then, a series of clangs rang out.

Wang Xiaofeng and the others exchanged glances, then quickly sped up their eating. Dai Mubai hurriedly got to his feet. "I'll go get Zhu Zhuqing. You go on ahead."

"This is the bell for the Headmaster gathering everyone. Hurry and finish eating. The Headmaster doesn't like people who are late."

As Wang Xiaofeng spoke, he washed the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and put them away.

He then led everyone to the Training Field, where they happened to meet Flander walking over slowly.

Dai Mubai arrived with Zhu Zhuqing as well. Zhu Zhuqing was clearly keeping a certain distance from him, while Dai Mubai wore a dejected expression.

The moment Xiao Wu saw Flander, she blurted out, "Isn't that the unscrupulous merchant uncle?"

Hearing that, Wang Xiaofeng thought, Come to think of it, the Headmaster does own a shop in Suotuo City. But at that time, he should still have been with Oscar. Could it be that he couldn't bear to lose the money from closing the shop and rushed back overnight?

Wang Xiaofeng did not know that he had guessed the truth. He merely warned Xiao Wu, "The Headmaster is a level seventy-nine Soul Saint. He can easily detect any movement within a hundred meters. Be careful not to let him hear you, or he might add extra training for you."

Flander seemed to hear Wang Xiaofeng's words, and his gaze could not help settling on him. The moment Wang Xiaofeng saw that, he turned his face aside and began whistling, indicating that he had not said anything just now.

When Xiao Wu heard that the academy did not have any teachers at the Soul Douluo level, she could not help letting out a sigh of relief.

Flander walked up before the group, looked them over, and nodded. "Very good. It seems the academy has gained a few more Little Monsters. I, Flander, welcome you. Mubai will take you to pay your tuition later. For now, everyone except Support System Soul Masters may return and rest. Your classes will be at night."

"Looks like you're in for a rough time tonight. That place is known as Newbie Soul Master's Hell." Wang Xiaofeng helplessly patted Tang San's shoulder and put on a terrifying expression.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head. "How come I've never heard the Great Spirit Arena called that?"

"You idiot, Fatty. If you say it out loud, where's the surprise?" Wang Xiaofeng glared fiercely at Ma Hongjun for ruining the atmosphere he had worked so hard to create. Couldn't he see that Xiao Wu was practically about to shrink into Tang San's arms?

"Enough." Flander helplessly interrupted Wang Xiaofeng's antics. "People who have nothing to do with this, stop interfering with my class. Xiaofeng, behave yourself."

Wang Xiaofeng shrank his head at those words and immediately put on the appearance of an honest, well-behaved student.