Finally Meeting Tang San

The twin girls each clung to one of the double-pupiled man's arms. He paid Tang San no mind. When his gaze swept over Xiao Wu, a strange glint flashed in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Walking up to the counter, the young man looked at the attendant and said, "You're new here, aren't you? Don't you know you're supposed to keep a room reserved for me at all times?"

The attendant hurriedly bent at the waist. "I'm sorry, Young Master Dai. You haven't come by in so long that I forgot."

He then turned to Tang San and Xiao Wu, apologizing, "I'm sorry, honored guests. This room was reserved by Young Master Dai. Please choose another place."

Tang San frowned. He had no desire to clash with the man. If they had to give it up, then so be it. There were plenty of hotels; it was not as though this was the only one.

But Xiao Wu was unwilling to let it go. "You dog-eyed snob! Don't think you can bully us just because we're young. We booked this room first, and I refuse to give it up! So what if we don't? Tell him to get lost!"

The double-pupiled man finally turned around. His cold, wicked gaze landed on Xiao Wu, and he nodded. "Very good. It's been a long time since anyone dared speak to me like that. I can sense Soul Power fluctuations from both of you. You're Soul Masters, aren't you? Then come at me together. If you can beat me, I'll leave immediately. Otherwise, please demonstrate the meaning of the word 'roll.'"

At his words, the twin girls beside him giggled dreamily. Yet they did not look worried in the slightest. Obediently releasing his arms, they stepped aside.

Just then, the attendant returned from the back with a middle-aged man. He had clearly heard the exchange between the double-pupiled man, Tang San, and Xiao Wu, and his face was full of anxiety. "Let's talk this out, let's talk this out. Please don't fight."

The double-pupiled man shot him a sideways glance. "Manager Wang, your establishment is getting better and better at business, huh?"

Manager Wang wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile. "Young Master Dai, please don't say that. It was my subordinate's fault. This boy only started yesterday and doesn't know the rules. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll arrange a room for you immediately."

Dai Mubai snorted coldly. "Enough nonsense. They insulted me and think they can just leave? Fight. I'll cover all the damages."

Xiao Wu had been the boss of Notting Academy for so many years. When had she ever suffered such indignation? Just as she was about to step forward, Tang San pressed a hand onto her shoulder. "Let me do it."

"Why? I'm going to beat him until he pisses his pants!"

Tang San was somewhat displeased. "You're a girl. Watch your language. I said I would always protect you." He did not want Xiao Wu to fight because of how powerful their opponent was. He was afraid she would be hurt. Even if he truly lost, he could not let Xiao Wu be humiliated.

Hearing the words, "I will always protect you," the anger on Xiao Wu's face finally eased. She glanced at Tang San and said, "Then be careful."

"Stop fighting over it. I said the two of you could come at me together." Dai Mubai grew impatient as he watched the affectionate pair before him.

Tang San calmly took two steps forward. "Please enlighten me."

Just as the two were about to fight, someone else entered through the main doors. He completely ignored the subtle pressure radiating from the two men who were about to clash. Walking straight to the counter, he said, "Get me a room!"

The newcomer wore snow-white robes, while his long, glossy black hair flowed loose down to his waist, giving him an exceptionally carefree and elegant air. His features were ordinary, yet his deep black eyes were remarkably beautiful, as though they possessed the power to turn the mundane into the miraculous, making his plain face irresistibly charming.

"Uh... I'm sorry, sir. Our hotel only has one room left, but that room is..." The attendant froze for a moment, then spoke with a bitter smile. Though he did not finish, one look at Tang San and Dai Mubai, who stood ready to fight, made his meaning obvious.

"I see..." The white-robed, black-haired youth nodded upon hearing this. He then turned to Tang San and Dai Mubai. "You two are fighting over this room?"

"Hmph! You want this room too?" Dai Mubai had already taken a dislike to this young man who had ignored him the moment he entered. Folding his arms, he snorted coldly. "Fine. You look like a Soul Master too. Beat me, and the room is yours."

"Beat you? Are you sure you want to fight me?" The white-robed, black-haired youth—our protagonist Yun Chuan—wore an interested expression. "Sure. Since someone wants a beating, I'll gladly oblige."

He could collect a little interest first.

Back when he read the novel in his previous life, Yun Chuan had long been displeased with this Evil Eye White Tiger, who had abandoned his fiancée and come here alone to indulge in pleasure.

In his view, there was nothing wrong with a man being flirtatious, since he was flirtatious himself. One brother had no place laughing at another. But being flirtatious was one thing—at the very least, shouldn't a man have some basic sense of responsibility? Leaving his fiancée in a place fraught with danger while running off alone to this backwater to drink and chase women? Was that something a man could fucking do?

As far as Yun Chuan was concerned, this cowardly man was utterly unworthy of Zhu Zhuqing!

When Yun Chuan had gone to Shrek, Dai Mubai had happened to be away indulging himself. Thus, at this point, Dai Mubai had no idea that the young man before him was a new teacher at their academy.

So, seeing his youthful face and contemptuous tone, the hot-tempered Dai Mubai laughed in fury and said coldly, "Fine! Let's see what you're made of to dare say something like that! I hope your strength matches that mouth of yours!"

After saying that—

"White Tiger, possess!"

A powerful pale-white radiance suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Mubai spread both arms to his sides, thrust out his chest, and his entire skeleton crackled. His muscles abruptly swelled, stretching his clothes taut. Every muscle became sharply defined beneath the fabric, and even the air around him seemed to grow violent.

His golden hair instantly became black and white, with white making up most of it while several locks of black stood out strikingly. Four faint markings emerged on his forehead—three horizontal and one vertical—forming the character for king.

His hands underwent the greatest transformation, growing more than twice their previous size. White fur covered his palms, and as his fingers flexed, dagger-like claws repeatedly extended from and retracted into his hands. Every claw was like a blade, a full eight inches long, gleaming with an eerie cold light.

Dai Mubai slowly hunched forward. All four pupils in his eyes turned a deep, dark blue, making him seem like a killing machine. Three shining rings rose in succession beneath his feet, drifting upward in silence—two yellow and one purple. As the Soul Rings revolved, surging Soul Power formed a wave-like pressure that bore down on them.

"A thousand-year Soul Ring." Xiao Wu, watching from the side, cried out in alarm. A trace of relief flashed through her eyes. Fortunately, she had not fought this guy. Otherwise, the ones getting beaten later might have been the two of them.

This young man called Young Master Dai actually possessed three Soul Rings, one of which was thousand-year level. Yet judging by his appearance, he was only three or four years older than they were.

Three Soul Rings meant his rank had at least surpassed thirty. In other words, he was a Soul Elder—a battle Soul Elder with a powerful Beast Spirit.

"Dai Mubai. Spirit: White Tiger. Rank 37 Battle Soul Elder. Please enlighten me." Amid his imposing aura, Dai Mubai announced his Spirit and rank, signifying an official challenge.

Yet in the face of that overwhelming pressure, Yun Chuan remained calm. After all, he was a Soul Saint with Soul Power as high as rank seventy-nine. He was an abnormal freak with seven black rings, a true monster! His Soul Power rivaled that of a Titled Douluo! How could a mere rank-thirty Soul Elder possibly move him?

Thus, his eyes remained as still as water. He extended a hand, and an ordinary Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm. He said lightly, "Tang Chuan. Spirit: Blue Silver Grass. As for my rank, I'd better not say it, or I might scare you stupid!"

Seeing the Blue Silver Grass in Yun Chuan's hand, Xiao Wu immediately tugged Tang San's hand and whispered, "Hey, Little San, his Spirit is Blue Silver Grass too, just like yours! And his surname is Tang as well. Could you two be brothers or something?"

"How could that be?" Tang San was rendered somewhat speechless by Xiao Wu's bold guess. "Blue Silver Grass is a universally acknowledged useless Spirit, and it's also one of the most common Spirits. It has no exclusive nature. There are many people with Blue Silver Grass Spirits, though very few can become Soul Masters. This is the first time I've met a Soul Master with the same type of Spirit as mine."

After saying that, Tang San stared intently at the Blue Silver Grass in Yun Chuan's hand, a strange feeling rising within him. It was odd—when this white-robed, black-haired youth entered earlier, he had inexplicably felt a sense of closeness well up inside him. It was as though, just as Xiao Wu had said, the person before him was truly his family. The feeling was far too strange.

But now that he saw the other youth's Spirit was Blue Silver Grass, Tang San felt somewhat relieved. Perhaps it was because they had the same Spirit that he found him familiar. After all, he had never met another Soul Master with a Blue Silver Grass Spirit before. Now that he had suddenly encountered someone with the same Spirit, it was only natural for him to feel a sense of closeness. There was nothing strange about that. As for sharing the same surname... it was probably just a coincidence?

Seeing that the white-robed, black-haired youth opposite him had only revealed his Spirit without announcing his Soul Power rank, Dai Mubai immediately felt as if he had been insulted. The rage in his heart surged again!

Of course, from the perspective of Soul Masters in this world, Yun Chuan's refusal to state his rank really was an insult. It meant that he looked down on Dai Mubai so much that he could not even be bothered to reveal his own rank, refusing to grant his opponent even the most basic respect.

Dai Mubai laughed in extreme anger. "A mere Blue Silver Grass Spirit. It's already an enormous stroke of luck for a useless Spirit to become a Soul Master. At best, you're only a Soul Elder. I bet you're too ashamed to announce your rank because you're afraid of embarrassing yourself!"

"Think whatever you want. Are you fighting or not?"

Yun Chuan shrugged indifferently, utterly unconcerned. He did not take Dai Mubai's hostility seriously at all. Without Tang San's protagonist's luck in the original story, did this guy still dream of becoming a god? What a joke. He would probably have been killed by his brother long ago, dragging little kitty Zhu Zhuqing down with him to be buried alongside him!

Therefore, Yun Chuan had never intended to befriend Dai Mubai from the very beginning. The only reason he had not killed him outright was that Dai Mubai was too weak. Killing him would bring no sense of accomplishment and would be far too beneath him, so he had not acted.