Teaching Wang Sheng a Lesson

Genius!

An unparalleled genius!

"Release your Martial Soul and let me see it."

"That won't be necessary. I don't want to reveal my Martial Soul yet." Zhao Ming refused outright. Now that he had revealed his cultivation as an eleventh-level Soul Master, anyone who wasn't an idiot would agree to let him join the academy.

He still did not want to reveal his Martial Soul. His Martial Soul was rather special, and exposing it rashly would not be a good idea.

However, Director Su did not press him further about his Martial Soul.

Instead, he revealed a meaningful smile!

Only those great families could produce such geniuses!

And only disciples of those great families would have reservations about revealing their Martial Souls!

At that moment, Director Su formed an image of Zhao Ming as a scion of a powerful family who had ventured out to train!

"I understand! I understand!" Director Su said cryptically.

What the hell did you understand? Zhao Ming was somewhat baffled.

"Still, there's a form you need to fill out. We need to collect some basic information." Director Su handed Zhao Ming a sheet of paper containing nothing more than information such as name and gender.

"These are yours. The academy provides them for free. You'll be staying in Room One of the dormitory building. The teacher in charge there will arrange work suited to your studies." After registering Zhao Ming's enrollment, Director Su handed him a brand-new school uniform. Then he explained, "Dormitory One is the best student dormitory at Nuoding Academy. Our academy's finest students all live there."

"Dormitory One? No, I want to go to Dormitory Seven." Zhao Ming shook his head.

He had not come here to study.

If he wanted to study, wouldn't Skywater Academy be better?

Skywater Academy had a strong faculty and was an excellent place to delve deeply into Soul Master knowledge.

Besides, if he was not in Dormitory Seven, then according to the plot, Xiao Wu would definitely end up sleeping with Tang San.

How could he tolerate that?

"Dormitory Seven? That's where the Work-Study Students live. It's a real mixed bag," a young teacher beside Director Su advised.

"It's fine, it's fine. I like it there." Zhao Ming waved his hand.

"Fine, fine. Dormitory Seven it is." Seeing that Zhao Ming insisted on staying in Dormitory Seven, Director Su and the others said no more.

"Then I'll go take a look at the dormitory first." With his enrollment settled, Zhao Ming turned and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office.

"None of you are to speak a word about what happened today. Our academy finally has a genius. We can't let another academy poach him."

"Of course. That boy is probably one of those legendary geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power. Only a genius with Innate Full Soul Power could obtain a Soul Ring and break through to Soul Master so quickly."

"Exactly. That is what I think as well." Director Su stroked his beard and smiled.

"But why would that boy pass up the perfectly good Room One and insist on going to that filthy Dormitory Seven? I just don't get it!"

"Geniuses always think differently from ordinary people like us. If they thought the same way we did, would they still be called geniuses?"

"Besides, if he were normal, he wouldn't have come to a school like ours in the first place."

The dormitory building was not far away and was easy to find.

Nuoding Academy had only one dormitory building, shared by teachers and students.

In a remote city like Nuoding City, not many people could awaken a Martial Soul and become Soul Masters. One dormitory building was enough to house all the students and teachers.

There were only seven student dormitories in total. Since the students at a Junior Soul Master Academy were relatively young, each grade lived together in one large dormitory for easier management. Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy had only around forty students in each grade anyway.

The lower three floors of the dormitory building contained the seven large student dormitories, with one teacher assigned to each dormitory.

However, there was one exception.

That was Dormitory Seven.

Dormitory Seven was specifically prepared for Work-Study Students. The people living there were not divided by age. They had only one thing in common: they were all poor Work-Study Students.

Poor and weak—this was everyone else's impression of Dormitory Seven at Nuoding Academy.

As he walked down the corridor toward Dormitory Seven, the faint smell of feet made Zhao Ming feel as if he had returned to his middle school days.

The door was open. Zhao Ming walked to the doorway and looked inside.

Dormitory Seven was fairly spacious, but it held nearly fifty beds. Most of them were empty, with bedding on only eleven beds.

"New here?" Before Zhao Ming could speak, a thick, booming voice rang out.

This person was about two heads taller than Zhao Ming and built solidly. Zhao Ming had to crane his neck to see his face clearly.

He was standing in the middle of the path.

Clearly, he intended to give Zhao Ming a show of force.

With people like this, there was no need for words. Just beat them into submission.

"Move." Zhao Ming snapped.

"Oh? You've got quite the temper. My name is Wang Sheng. My Martial Soul is the Battle Tiger, and I'll become a Battle Soul Master in the future. I'm also the boss here. Kid, what's your name? What's your Martial Soul?"

"My name is Zhao Ming. I'm a Battle Soul Master too," Zhao Ming said calmly.

Actually, if Wang Sheng had been more attentive, he would have noticed the difference in Zhao Ming's words.

One was a Battle Soul Master now; the other would become one in the future!

Unfortunately, neither he nor the other people in the dormitory caught Zhao Ming's meaning. Even if they had, they would only have assumed Zhao Ming had misspoken.

After all, who would believe that someone so young was already a Soul Master?

"Is that so? Then you can follow me from now on." Hearing that Zhao Ming was also a combat-type Soul Master, Wang Sheng patted Zhao Ming's shoulder with a pleased expression.

"Didn't you understand what I just said?" Zhao Ming asked teasingly.

"What?"

Wang Sheng looked at this new underling in confusion.

"I said—"

"I'm a fucking Soul Master."

His fingers clenched into a fist as Soul Power surged into Zhao Ming's right hand.

As he shouted, Zhao Ming's fist smashed fiercely into Wang Sheng's chest and abdomen with lightning speed.

"Pfft."

Wang Sheng's chest was instantly punched into a shallow dent before rapidly recovering. His body, meanwhile, flew backward and crashed into the nearest bed.

Wang Sheng, a ninth-level Soul Scholar.

Zhao Ming, an eleventh-level Soul Master.

The gap in Soul Power between a Soul Scholar and a Soul Master was absolutely terrifying. Even between levels nine and eleven, it was still immense.

However, Zhao Ming's Puppet Martial Soul was unlike those of other combat-type Soul Masters. When adding Soul Rings, it could not greatly enhance his physical constitution. Otherwise, Wang Sheng would have suffered even more from that punch.

After all, his main body did not need to attack. He relied on his Puppet to launch attacks.

Other Soul Masters could obtain power from Soul Rings to strengthen themselves, but Zhao Ming could only gain a tiny portion of that energy. Most of it was used on the Puppet.

Still, that was how it should be.

If all the energy were absorbed by himself and the Puppet could not display its formidable strength, then his Martial Soul would become useless.

"You're a Soul Master?" Wang Sheng cried out in horror.

By then, someone had helped him up, and he stared at Zhao Ming in terror.

He had felt that sort of power from Boss Xiao before—the powerful strength of a Soul Master!

I picked a fight with a Soul Master for no reason at all? Wang Sheng wanted nothing more than to slap himself hard.

There was nothing he could do about becoming enemies with Boss Xiao, but offending Zhao Ming was entirely his own fault.