My Name Is Xiao Wu, Wu as in Dancing

"Can you tell me why?" Yu Xiaogang asked curiously.

"Because I already have a teacher," Ye Feng answered.

"You already have a teacher?" Yu Xiaogang asked in surprise.

"Ye Feng, when did you take someone as your teacher? How come I didn't know?" Tang San looked at Ye Feng in surprise as well.

"When my Martial Soul awakened," Ye Feng answered truthfully.

"When your Martial Soul awakened?" Tang San paused and thought for a while before exclaiming in surprise, "Ye Feng, don't tell me you took Su Yuntao as your teacher?"

"Su Yuntao?" Yu Xiaogang's expression froze.

"What's wrong? Do I need someone else's approval to take a teacher?" Ye Feng did not answer directly, instead asking Tang San and Yu Xiaogang back with some impatience in his tone.

"Taking a teacher naturally does not require anyone else's approval. Both parties only need to be willing." Yu Xiaogang looked at Ye Feng pityingly and sighed softly. "Any Soul Master can only acknowledge one master in their lifetime. What a pity, such a good prospect."

Yu Xiaogang knew that Su Yuntao's first soul ring was a white soul ring with only ten years of cultivation. He was even more useless than Yu Xiaogang himself.

However, Yu Xiaogang did not know that Ye Feng's true master was not Su Yuntao, but Sword Saint Chen Xin, the Guardian Douluo of the mighty Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He was a Titled Douluo who even dared to refuse the Spirit Hall Pope's demands.

Following Yu Xiaogang, Ye Feng and Tang San arrived at the academic affairs office and collected their uniforms. Tang San taking Yu Xiaogang as his teacher drew ridicule from the teachers in the office. Of course, Ye Feng's Innate Full Soul Power of level twenty and Tang San's Innate Full Soul Power of level ten also made those teachers sigh in amazement.

After leaving the academic affairs office, Ye Feng and Tang San followed the teacher's directions and headed for Dorm Seven, where the Work-Study Students lived.

"Ye Feng, I don't know why, but I feel like you've become a completely different person." As Tang San walked, he probed Ye Feng for information.

"Why do you say that?" Ye Feng asked.

"Back at the gate, I didn't even know that paying them would solve the problem. But you knew. You're much more sensible than I am." Tang San tilted his head and stared at Ye Feng, trying not to miss a single detail of his expression. In the end, he was disappointed.

"Hehe, it's nothing. Listen to enough stories, and you'll learn." Ye Feng smiled, guessing that Tang San was testing him.

Tang San was a transmigrator, and his mind far surpassed that of children his age. In Tang San's eyes, since he could transmigrate here, perhaps others could have transmigrated here too.

Tang San had Twin Martial Souls, and so did Ye Feng.

Tang San cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and his Soul Power had been level ten when his Martial Soul awakened.

Other than doing farm work, Ye Feng did not know how to cultivate at all.

Yet there was a ten-level gap between their Soul Power.

To Tang San, Ye Feng was very likely another transmigrator. That was why he was probing him.

The door to Dorm Seven was slightly ajar, leaving a narrow gap.

Finally, we're here! Ye Feng was incredibly excited. He was about to receive another reward.

Ye Feng saw Tang San reaching out to push open the door. Reacting swiftly, he hurriedly beat Tang San to it and pushed open the door to Dorm Seven.

Whoosh

A piercing sound cut through the air. Ye Feng had already anticipated it and reached out, grabbing the fist swung at him.

The attacker tried to pull back his fist, but Ye Feng held it tightly, making it impossible to withdraw. Left with no choice, the attacker swung his left arm and threw a left hook at Ye Feng.

The corners of Ye Feng's lips curled up. He extended his left hand as well and caught the attacker's left fist. Enraged, the attacker could only use his leg, delivering a vicious kick straight at Ye Feng's groin.

"So vicious?"

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

If that kick landed, Ye Feng would definitely be howling in pain for quite a while.

Thud

A soft sound rang out. Ye Feng had brought his knees together, and the attacker's foot struck them instead.

"Ah!"

A painful scream burst from the attacker's mouth. His features twisted in agony; even bystanders would feel the pain just watching him.

Ye Feng exerted a little force with both hands, sending the attacker tumbling to the ground. He felt immensely pleased with himself.

Ever since Ye Feng awakened his Martial Soul, although he had yet to obtain a soul ring, the Eye of Hell's perception was still far beyond what Wang Sheng, who also had no soul rings yet, could match even without activating it. Furthermore, when Ye Feng entered Notting Academy, he had received eleven Attribute Points, all of which he had added to his strength. As a result, his current strength was also far beyond Wang Sheng's.

"It hurts so much!"

Wang Sheng hugged his leg on the ground. That kick had felt like he had struck a stone with all his might. How could it not hurt?

"Who are you? Why did you ambush Ye Feng?" Tang San asked coldly.

If Ye Feng had not acted first, Tang San himself would have been the one ambushed. Naturally, Tang San was especially concerned about the reason.

"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 the Boss of this dormitory. Thank you for showing mercy. According to the rules, since you defeated me, you'll be the Boss of Dorm Seven from now on." Wang Sheng introduced himself, then waved a hand. The six Work-Study Students in the room immediately formed two lines.

"Boss!"

The six Work-Study Students shouted in unison.

"Boss?" Ye Feng smiled. The word truly made one's blood boil.

"That's right. This is the rule in Dorm Seven. Whoever has the stronger fists is the Boss." Wang Sheng clenched his fists and hurriedly explained.

"That's right, it's the rule. Boss!"

The six Work-Study Students once again addressed Ye Feng respectfully in unison.

Ye Feng smiled in satisfaction and could only accept the title. Looking around the room, he saw fifty beds in total, but only eleven had bedding.

"Are you also a Work-Study Student this year?" Wang Sheng's gaze fell on Tang San.

"Yes," Tang San replied.

"According to the rules, you need to fight the Boss. Whoever wins will be the Boss." Wang Sheng spoke solemnly.

"Me?" Tang San smiled and shook his head. "Forget it. I came here to study."

"No. Rules are rules. We can't just break them like that." Wang Sheng's tone was resolute.

Tang San looked at the others and saw them all nodding. He then looked at Ye Feng, thinking that being the Boss of the Work-Study Students was hardly worth it. If he became Boss, there would surely be a lot of trouble, and it might affect his cultivation. Seeing Wang Sheng insist so strongly, an idea flashed through his mind. He smiled and said, "I'm no match for him. My Innate Full Soul Power is only level ten, while his is level twenty!"

"What?"

"One has Innate Full Soul Power at level ten?"

"The other has Innate Full Soul Power at level twenty?"

Wang Sheng and the other Work-Study Students were dumbfounded. They looked at Tang San and Ye Feng as though they were monsters.

Just then, a sweet, bell-like voice came from the doorway.

"Excuse me, is this Dorm Seven?"

PS: Xiao Wu: Drip drip drop, drip drip drop, I've finally made my entrance. Where are the recommendation votes? Where are the bookmarks? If I ever think there are too many, then I won't be called Xiao Wu!