Ye Zhiqiu's Perverse Sense of Humor

After Yu Xiaogang taught Tang San quite a bit of knowledge, he finally won him over.

Tang San straightforwardly knelt down, kowtowed, and acknowledged him as his master. He even spoke the words, "A teacher for a day, a father for life," deeply moving Yu Xiaogang.

Ye Zhiqiu merely watched quietly from beginning to end. He neither stopped them nor followed along.

Tang San had Tang San's own path to walk. Yu Xiaogang truly was the best choice for Tang San in the early stages.

Ye Zhiqiu also had his own path to walk. He knew Douluo Continent very well, and when it came to knowledge, Yu Xiaogang did not have much to offer him.

Therefore, Ye Zhiqiu had no intention of taking a master.

He had the system. The system was Ye Zhiqiu's greatest source of confidence.

"Ah Qiu, do you want to become his disciple too? I believe Teacher can help us go farther down the path of a Spirit Master."

After Yu Xiaogang helped Tang San to his feet, Tang San asked him.

Yu Xiaogang also looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a smile. He was quite curious about this child's Body Martial Soul. Body Martial Souls were already rare on Douluo Continent, much less eye-type Body Martial Souls.

"No."

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head. "Grandmaster is very impressive, but I want to walk my own path. Life is more interesting when it has a few hardships and twists along the way."

Tang San froze at those words. Since when had his little companion become so ambitious?

Yu Xiaogang did not take Ye Zhiqiu's words to heart. This child had made his own choice, so naturally he could not say much. After all, he was already very happy to have accepted Tang San as his disciple.

"Then how about this? Ah Qiu and Little San both have Innate Full Soul Power. When the time comes, I'll help you hunt your first soul rings," Yu Xiaogang said with a smile.

Tang San nodded in agreement. Grandpa Jack had also said that it was best to have a mentor help hunt one's first soul ring.

However, Ye Zhiqiu still shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, Grandmaster, but my soul ring is my decision. I want to hunt a soul beast and obtain it myself."

Ye Zhiqiu did not want to obtain a soul ring in such a hurry. He wanted to wait a year or two, allowing the Shukaku Origin to continue nourishing his body while gathering more Negative Emotion Value and giving himself more tricks up his sleeve. His first soul ring had to be over a thousand years old. Otherwise, would that not be letting down his system son? Thus, he rejected Grandmaster's kind offer.

Tang San was stunned upon hearing this.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was stunned as well.

My soul ring is my decision? Was that something a child should be saying? "Ah Qiu, do you really want to hunt soul beasts alone? That's far too dangerous," Tang San urged.

"Ah Qiu, you must think this through."

Yu Xiaogang frowned. "Soul beasts are not ordinary wild animals. They are very dangerous. And even if you get lucky enough to kill one, the soul ring's age will be very low, which will affect your future growth."

Yu Xiaogang explained patiently, but when he saw the determination in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, he sighed.

He had once possessed that same look in his eyes. Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu had made up his mind, Tang San did not try to persuade him further.

Yu Xiaogang fell silent for a moment before letting out another long sigh. "Since you've already decided, I won't try to dissuade you anymore. During this time, read up on soul rings and soul beasts. You can come ask me any questions you have. If you change your mind, I'll find another academy instructor to help you."

Yu Xiaogang had only tried so hard to persuade Ye Zhiqiu for Tang San's sake. If it had been someone else, he probably would not even have bothered.

Ye Zhiqiu grinned. "Then I'll thank you in advance, Grandmaster. I was just planning to use this time to learn about soul beasts."

After Yu Xiaogang nodded, he took Ye Zhiqiu and Tang San to the Academic Affairs Office to register as students, collect their school uniforms, and receive their dormitory assignments.

As expected, Ye Zhiqiu and Tang San were both assigned to Dormitory Seven.

Dormitory Seven was a rather special place in Nuoding Academy's dormitory building, because it had the worst conditions and was specifically for Work-Study Students.

After all, the academy was not a charity. Since it waived tuition and lodging fees, the treatment naturally could not compare to that of students who paid tuition.

At the same time, Dormitory Seven was the only dormitory with students of mixed ages. Regardless of grade, all Work-Study Students lived there. The other dormitories were separated by grade level.

As soon as Ye Zhiqiu and Tang San arrived outside Dormitory Seven, they heard the racket inside. The dormitory door stood wide open, and the two looked in.

The room was spacious, covering several hundred square meters. Fifty beds were neatly arranged inside, but only eleven of them had bedding.

At that moment, seven or eight children around eight to twelve years old were gathered together, playing and fooling around.

Ye Zhiqiu irritably dug at his ear. These little bastards were way too noisy.

Bang, bang—

Ye Zhiqiu knocked on the wooden door beside him, immediately drawing the attention of those seven or eight children.

One of the older children glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, then looked Tang San over behind him. Strutting over with an arrogant swagger, he looked rather cocky.

But Ye Zhiqiu was even cockier.

"Listen up. This young master is Ye Zhiqiu. From now on, I'm the boss of this dormitory. When you see me, call me Brother Qiu. Got it?"

The child swaggering over froze, then burst out laughing. The children behind him also broke into uproarious laughter.

This guy looked like a first-year at most, right? He was so short—his Soul Power was probably only Rank 1, wasn't it? Yet he wanted to be their boss? This was hilarious.

Where had this blockhead come from? Tang San also looked at Ye Zhiqiu with some speechlessness. Wasn't he going too far, stirring up trouble the moment he arrived?

Ye Zhiqiu did not care what they thought and simply continued, "To celebrate the arrival of your new boss, shouldn't you, big guy, do a dance for us?"

Wang Sheng: ??? Tang San's face twitched. Seriously? Again? "Kid, newcomers as arrogant as you are rare. My name is Wang Sheng. My Martial Soul is the Battle Tiger, and I'm the boss of Dormitory Seven. You want to be the boss? Fine! Just beat me." Wang Sheng grinned as he clenched his fists, producing a series of cracking sounds.

Then he stretched out his large hand and grabbed straight for Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder. Clearly, he did not take Ye Zhiqiu seriously.

A gentle smile hung on Ye Zhiqiu's face as his pupils contracted slightly and Double Magatama emerged within them.

When Wang Sheng looked into Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.

In reality, the hand he had been reaching toward Ye Zhiqiu suddenly stopped midair. Then, faster than he had reached out, it snapped back. With one hand on the back of his head and the other covering his crotch, he began doing Michael Jackson's crotch-grabbing dance, his movements surprisingly standard.

Tang San covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight. Sure enough, it had happened again. He was beginning to vaguely guess what effects Ye Zhiqiu's Martial Soul had.

The little brats behind Wang Sheng stared with their eyes wide, their faces full of question marks. What was their boss doing???