Dorm Seven's Boss, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's Argument

Dorm Seven was the most unconventional dormitory.

Its style was like that of street punks: recognizing a boss and following the rules of hierarchy. Xiao Lin thought it was pretty good.

After all, the students in the other dorms were all from Notting City, while Dorm Seven's students were Work-Study Students from all kinds of small mountain villages.

With no one to rely on, if they did not band together for warmth and have only one voice within the group, they would be easily bullied.

Of course, Dorm Seven still got bullied plenty these days.

As the bottom rung of the academy's hierarchy, the last thing they should have done was set their sights on Xiao Lin.

"Hey, newcomer, what's your name? Where are you from?"

One of the children, around eight years old, looked at Xiao Lin's coarse linen clothes, caught the scent of his own kind, and asked directly.

"Holy Soul Village. Your future boss."

Xiao Lin knew Dorm Seven's rules, but he had no intention of following them. Instead, he turned the tables and declared himself the boss.

"Alright, alright. Since when was it your turn to be the boss?"

At that moment, the eight-year-old child was pulled aside, and a larger child of twelve or thirteen stepped out from behind him. His build was noticeably sturdier than that of his peers.

"I'm Wang Sheng. My martial soul is the War Tiger. I'm Dorm Seven's boss, a future Battle Soul Master. What the hell are you?"

Wang Sheng crossed his arms, looking down at Xiao Lin with disdain from the corner of his eyes.

The moment Wang Sheng finished speaking, the group of children behind him burst into laughter almost at the same time, looking at Xiao Lin as if he were an idiot.

"I'm Xiao Lin. My martial soul is the Horned Dragon Staff Soul, and I'm a 15th-level Battle Soul Master. What do you think I am?"

Xiao Lin smiled. He was rather interested in teasing this group of children.

After announcing his martial soul and Soul Power Level, he walked straight toward Wang Sheng.

For a moment, the entire dormitory fell silent.

Wang Sheng looked at the child before him, who was even younger than himself, and fear appeared on his face as he backed away several steps.

"Impossible! How old are you? How could you possibly be level fifteen?"

Wang Sheng suddenly realized something and recalled what the teacher had taught in class.

He simply did not believe that someone as young as Xiao Lin could already be level fifteen.

Xiao Lin shook his head lightly, ignored Wang Sheng, found a bed near the dormitory entrance, set down his school uniform, and prepared to go out to find Tang San.

Although he had a quilt, it would not be appropriate to take it out directly in Dorm Seven.

Besides, he still needed to transform into Xiao Yan with Little San and collect his manuscript payment.

Xiao Lin turned and left, completely ignoring Wang Sheng and the other children.

He had already outgrown playing with children.

Other than Tang San, no child could spark his interest.

Xiao Wu in the future counted as half.

A rabbit without wisdom only counted as half because she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had undergone Beast Transformation?

Xiao Lin wanted to learn many things from Xiao Wu and was full of curiosity about her.

First was the matter of the Soul Core. Second, was Xiao Wu considered a Soul Beast, a human, or perhaps half-human and half-Soul Beast?

If she could no longer transform, she should still count as a Soul Beast, right?

Otherwise, why would Soul Beasts undergo Beast Transformation? What benefits did it bring?

And so on and so forth—these were all things Xiao Lin was curious about.

"Stop! You're not allowed to leave."

Seeing that Xiao Lin had already stepped out of the dormitory door, Wang Sheng was stunned and shouted.

But there was little force behind his shout. It even carried a hint of fear.

Xiao Lin turned around and looked at Wang Sheng helplessly before releasing a Yellow Soul Ring around himself.

Suddenly, in the narrow hallway outside the dormitory, the bright yellow Soul Ring Xiao Lin released shone straight through the dormitory walls and appeared before the children of Dorm Seven.

The moment Xiao Lin released his Yellow Soul Ring, all the children's eyes widened as they stared blankly at the glowing ring.

"Y-Yellow... yellow!!"

"The first one... it's yellow!"

"B-B-B-Boss, he's even stronger than you."

"Nonsense, do you think I don't know that?"

"He's my boss now."

By the time the children recovered from their shock, Xiao Lin had already left the dormitory building to find Tang San.

"When Boss comes back, don't call me Boss anymore. Call me Second Brother, got it?"

Wang Sheng turned around, swept his gaze over the other children in the dormitory, and said fiercely as he promptly gave in.

"Yes, Second Brother!"

Elsewhere.

At the entrance to Notting Academy.

Tang San wore an angry expression, his brows furrowed as he stared coldly at the scruffy middle-aged man before him.

He had only come to buy a quilt, yet Yu Xiaogang had still targeted him in the end.

It was as if Yu Xiaogang had known he lacked a quilt and had come to wait for him at the school entrance.

With so many people around, Tang San did not want to make a move against Yu Xiaogang.

Otherwise, with Yu Xiaogang blocking his way like this, Tang San would have practically said, "You have brought death upon yourself."

"Tang San, I am Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang. You may not have heard of me, but I can say that no one understands your Martial Soul and your secrets better than I do."

Seeing Tang San frown, Yu Xiaogang did not get angry.

He believed that with his wisdom, he would sooner or later make a genius like Tang San submit to him.

However, to Yu Xiaogang's great surprise, Tang San merely frowned, treating him as a joke, and even called him an idiot.

"Tang San, how dare you show such disrespect to your elder?"

Yu Xiaogang instantly grew anxious. Although he did not understand exactly what "idiot" meant... could he not recognize the tone and manner of Cursing?

"Tang San, you don't believe what I'm saying? I am an elder acknowledged by Spirit Hall—the only Wisdom Elder who achieved his position through wisdom and theory."

Yu Xiaogang could still endure it for now. Although he knew Tang San's secret of possessing Twin Martial Souls, he did not want to expose it before outsiders and passersby.

Otherwise, Tang San might end up being taken away by Spirit Hall.

"Moron!"

Seeing that Xiao Lin's insults were not forceful enough, Tang San immediately added a curse he knew.

"Ah—"

"Tang San!"

Yu Xiaogang truly snapped this time. Tang San actually dared to be so disrespectful to his elders and even call him a moron?

He was the Grandmaster, a man who lived by his wisdom. Tang San could insult him in other ways, and he might have tolerated it.

"Fine, fine, fine, Tang San. Since you distrust me so much, I have no choice but to reveal your secret in public."

"You have Twin Martial Souls, don't you?"

As soon as Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, he immediately lifted his head arrogantly, tilting his scruffy, greasy face upward as if waiting for Tang San to worship him.

At that moment, a suspicious look appeared on Tang San's face. His left wrist lifted slightly, as though he intended to attack.

The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record had said that one must never spare anyone who posed a threat.

Yu Xiaogang, you have brought death upon yourself!

No, if he killed him, it would prove that he possessed Twin Martial Souls.

Tang San immediately raised his left hand, scratched his head, and asked in feigned confusion.

"What are Twin Martial Souls? Why do you say I have Twin Martial Souls?"

"Hmph!"

Yu Xiaogang chuckled smugly, shaking his head with satisfaction at Tang San's question.

"As far as I know, you are a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, yet the Martial Soul you awakened was Blue Silver Grass. I investigated six hundred and forty-seven people with Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls. No more than sixteen possessed soul power, and not a single one had soul power above level one."

"According to one theory among my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of one's Martial Soul. Blue Silver Grass obviously cannot meet this condition, so..."

"So why can't I be the exception? Why can't my Martial Soul be the king of Blue Silver Grass—the Blue Silver King?"

Tang San had no interest whatsoever in Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competitiveness Theories and directly refuted him.

"Blue Silver King!?"

Tang San's question instantly left Yu Xiaogang dumbfounded, practically burning out his brain.

Blue Silver King? The king of Blue Silver Grass? A Martial Soul mutation?

Yu Xiaogang clutched his head. The more he thought about Tang San's words, the more plausible they seemed.

Had he become a clown?

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