The Boss of Notting College

Chapter 1: The Boss of Notting College

Douluo Continent, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province!

For the remote Notting City, Notting College was undoubtedly the finest academy in the entire city, though it was merely a Junior Soul Master Academy.

In an independent courtyard within Notting College, a child of about five or six slowly withdrew his stance and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

His name was Lu Yuan. He had been a child picked up by the Dean of Notting College. Since the dean had no children of his own, he adopted him, and six years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Yuan had been different from ordinary people since childhood. His soul came from another place, a blue planet that filled people with longing.

At first, he did not know where he was. It was only after seeing a middle-aged man, surrounded by four gleaming Soul Rings, kill a five-hundred-year-old Saber-Toothed Thunder Tiger, and watching a yellow halo float from the beast's corpse, that he roughly realized where he had come to—Douluo Continent!

This was a magical world, home to Soul Masters and Soul Beasts, as well as all manner of miraculous Martial Souls. There was the sacred purity of the Six-Winged Angel, the overwhelming dominance of the Clear Sky Hammer, the peerless support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the razor-sharp attacks of the Seven Kill Sword.

All of this had been etched into his heart from the first moment he opened his eyes as an infant.

"I'm six this year too. It's time for me to awaken my Martial Soul. I wonder what kind of Martial Soul I'll awaken?" Lu Yuan murmured to himself.

On Douluo Continent, the innate qualities of a Martial Soul basically determined one's future limit. A Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power only needed to cultivate step by step to reach Soul Sage at the very least. With enough effort, even becoming a Titled Douluo was not impossible.

But a Soul Master with only one level of Innate Soul Power could never break through the limits of Soul Ancestor, no matter how hard he worked.

Putting distant examples aside, take the Grandmaster, whom he knew well. His Martial Soul was Luo Sanpao, and he possessed only half a level of Innate Soul Power. After wasting half his life, he was still stuck at the threshold of Soul Elder. If not for the later aid of the Ninth Grade Purple Ganoderma, he would likely have remained a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster for the rest of his life.

When it came to his own Martial Soul, Lu Yuan still felt somewhat uncertain. Unlike the people of Douluo Continent, he had no parental Martial Souls to inherit. He came from another world, so no one knew what kind of Martial Soul he would possess.

Lu Yuan only felt that he seemed vastly different from ordinary people. His physical constitution far surpassed what a child his age should possess. Even some students at Notting College who had already become Soul Masters were far inferior to him physically.

Thus, he held great expectations for his own Martial Soul.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan felt a little irritated. He had not simply transmigrated. Like the protagonists in many novels, he had his own system. Yet his system seemed to enjoy playing dead. After giving him a Newbie Gift Pack at the very beginning, it had fallen silent.

And that silence had lasted until now.

"Let's go take a look!" After his daily training, Lu Yuan liked to stroll around Notting College. With his formidable physical constitution and the rewards from the Newbie Gift Pack, he had become a well-known figure at Notting College despite not yet being enrolled.

Within Notting College, every student who saw him had to obediently call him Boss!

With light steps, Lu Yuan left his courtyard.

"Hello, Boss!"

As he walked along the paths of Notting College, the surrounding students all voluntarily greeted him as Boss. Lu Yuan nodded coolly.

"Come to think of it, when did they start calling me Boss?" Lu Yuan tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"It seemed to have started after I taught that Xiao Chenyu fellow a lesson!"

Xiao Chenyu was the son of the City Lord of Notting City. Relying on his father's power, he ran wild at the academy. Once, he had even provoked Lu Yuan. There was nothing more to say—Lu Yuan gave him a brutal beating on the spot. From then on, Lu Yuan gained the title of Boss.

Lu Yuan walked slowly toward a low wooden house. That was where the Grandmaster lived.

The Grandmaster was acquainted with Lu Yuan's adoptive father, the Dean of Notting College. Ever since the Grandmaster settled here, Lu Yuan had often visited him to ask about common knowledge concerning Martial Souls.

The Grandmaster was a rigid scholar, while Lu Yuan was an eager student. In particular, Lu Yuan's recognition and support for his Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls had also made the Grandmaster quite fond of this mere six-year-old child. The two had always gotten along well.

Thud! The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from afar. The loud noise made Lu Yuan stop unconsciously.

His gaze swept over the area. At a nearby corner, Xiao Chenyu had his heel pressed against a student's head. Judging from the patched clothes on his body, he should have been one of the Work-Study Students.

Lu Yuan frowned. At Notting College, Noble Students looked down on Work-Study Students and even bullied them. Such things happened often, and he naturally knew about them.

Where there were people, there was conflict. That was normal. The conflict between nobles and commoners had existed for a long time, so he usually could not be bothered to interfere. The academy's teachers were the same, turning a blind eye.

But using his foot to step on someone's head as Xiao Chenyu was doing today was a bit too much.

After pausing briefly, Lu Yuan headed toward the corner.

"Wang Sheng, do you submit?" Xiao Chenyu was in the middle of his beating, with his two lackeys, Liu Long and Ling Feng, beside him. He looked every bit the arrogant young dandy.

"I don't!" Wang Sheng struggled on the ground, but the vast gap in Soul Power lay before him. No matter how he moved, Xiao Chenyu's foot did not budge in the slightest. After all, Wang Sheng was only a level-eight Soul Scholar, while Xiao Chenyu was already a level-eleven Soul Master.

"You don't?" Xiao Chenyu sneered viciously and ground the sole of his shoe hard against Wang Sheng's face.

"Stop!"

Xiao Chenyu was enjoying himself when a furious shout suddenly interrupted him.

"Who dares interrupt this young master's business?" Xiao Chenyu turned around angrily. When he clearly saw Lu Yuan's face, his rage was extinguished as though doused with water.

With a fawning smile on his face, Xiao Chenyu hurriedly said, "So it's Boss Yuan. Your little brother Xiao Chenyu greets you."

It was no wonder Xiao Chenyu acted this way. Lu Yuan's beating back then had left him bedridden for half a month. He had complained to his father, but the City Lord of Notting City, wary of the dean's reputation, not only refused to help him but also gave him a harsh lesson. Ever since then, whenever he saw Lu Yuan, he was like a mouse seeing a cat.

"You're bullying Work-Study Students again?" Lu Yuan's expression turned stern as he fixed Xiao Chenyu with a fierce glare.

Feeling that sword-like, oppressive gaze, Xiao Chenyu unconsciously shrank back. The scene of being beaten before surfaced in his mind once more...