Ugh... Bleurgh~

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed.

Early morning, Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, student dormitories.

Zhu Rong had just finished meditating and opened his bleary eyes.

Then he felt Qilin use two differently named yet identical skills on him.

"Weak and feeble, withering..."

"Hiss..."

Zhu Rong sucked in a cold breath. His eyelids twitched wildly, and the corners of his mouth spasmed.

Before long, his Soul Power, which had been at full capacity, was reduced to just ten percent, plunging Zhu Rong into a weakened state.

"As expected, once you get used to it, it gets better. It's just those looks in their eyes... sigh~"

Zhu Rong muttered, a faint ache rising in his heart.

Just a few days after arriving at the academy, Xiao Chenyu, the academy's little tyrant, had begun frequently bringing his lackeys to visit Zhu Rong.

Combined with Zhu Rong's exceptionally handsome looks, he quickly became a celebrity at the academy.

He always looked weak and powerless, as though he had overdone... that.

The girls secretly gave him a nickname.

"Empty Prince."

At first, the matter had only spread within a small circle.

But when the first Saturday and Sunday arrived, nearly every noble in Nuoding City knew about it.

A six-year-old Soul Master, with a mysterious identity—such a genius, such a figure.

Nobles great and small all began entertaining certain thoughts.

If they had a chance to climb the dragon and ride the phoenix, ascending to the heavens in a single step, how could they possibly restrain themselves?

Being empty was good! The emptier, the better!

Make arrangements! As long as he liked them, arrange them all!

Those nobles without daughters or granddaughters attending Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy nearly ground their back teeth to pieces.

Looking at their own sons, they almost wanted to give them a savage beating.

Nuoding Academy was a semi-closed academy. Under normal circumstances, students could only return home once a year.

That applied to students whose homes were relatively far away.

Most of the academy's students were descendants of Nuoding City's nobility, so naturally, their homes were also in Nuoding City.

There were no classes on Saturdays or Sundays, so those who lived nearby went home.

That was how "Empty Prince" became the talk of the entire city.

"Empty Prince, my ass. These people are making it more and more outrageous... Forget it. I won't lower myself to their level. Endure!"

"A person of character must be broad-minded to achieve greatness!"

Zhu Rong shook his head helplessly, tidied his clothes, and then headed out of the dormitory.

Over the past ten-plus days, it was not as though he had gained nothing. He had earned seven or eight thousand Gold Soul Coins, as well as a Two-Star Fishbone...

He had been mistaken. The Lucky Star bond did not give him different rewards just because Xiao Wu was a Hundred Thousand Year Transformed Spirit Beast.

The Gold Soul Coins he obtained from Xiao Wu were even fewer than what he had gotten from Tang San.

What did that mean? The Lucky Star bond only looked at the opponent's current strength.

"Do I have to go get beaten up for several more years?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Even if the Lucky Star bond could not be used to its fullest extent, Zhu Rong would never voluntarily go get beaten up again.

Zhu Rong wandered through the academy with a purpose, looking around here and there.

He had only one goal now: find Tang San. A new day had to begin with beating Tang San up.

For some reason, Tang San's work duties differed from the original story. He was now responsible for all the public toilets in the academy.

The academy was so large that it had several small gardens alone.

Naturally, there were quite a few public toilets as well.

At first, Tang San had thought there was only one toilet. He had never imagined...

Every day, it took him at least five or six hours to finish cleaning them all. Aside from class time, nearly all his remaining free time was spent in the toilets.

Sometimes, the inspectors would deliberately make trouble and refuse to pay Tang San, making his teeth itch with rage.

Most absurd of all, Tang San wanted to spend Gold Soul Coins to become a regular student and stop being a Work-Study Student.

But the Academic Affairs Office said registration had already closed and told him to wait until next year...

"If you master and disciple had simply apologized, then for the principal's sake, this matter would have been settled. You wouldn't even have needed to pay the medical expenses."

"But you should never have pushed your luck after being shown mercy!"

Director Su stared coldly at Tang San's application to become a regular student, tore it apart, and tossed it into the trash.

After wandering around for a while, Zhu Rong finally found Tang San in some corner.

"Ugh... blegh~"

"D-Damn it! W-Why won't they let me become a regular student..."

"Ugh... blegh~"

"No, this is too... blegh~"

Tang San cursed as he cleaned, gagging all the while.

He had no idea who had insisted on spraying that filthy stuff all over the place where he had to stand...

Never mind the smell—the important thing was that it stung his eyes!

(That smell is unbearable. Blegh~)

Zhu Rong did not dare go inside. The moment he heard Tang San's voice, he immediately turned around and ran without looking back.

As he ran, he muttered to himself:

"I'd rather give up this first win. This is terrifying!"

It was far too frightening. If he fought Tang San now and Tang San threw a lump of that stuff at him...

Even if he blocked it, it would probably leave an enormous psychological shadow in his heart, right?

"Better find someone else."

With that thought in mind, Zhu Rong went to find Xiao Chenyu...

The memory returned to more than ten days earlier.

When Tang San left Master's room, the doubts in his heart had only grown.

But he was able to confirm three things:

"Father used to be incredibly powerful."

"My hammer martial soul is no ordinary thing either."

"That flat-top knows Father."

After Yu Xiaogang learned that Tang San was Tang Hao's son, his brief shock was followed by overwhelming delight.

With Tang Hao backing him, wouldn't his dream have a much better chance of coming true?

Tang San still did not know about his "background."

Yu Xiaogang did not bring it up, nor did he tell Tang San about Tang Hao or the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect under heaven.

Since Tang Hao had yet to tell Tang San himself, he naturally had his own reasons. Yu Xiaogang would not meddle in someone else's business.

As for Tang San absorbing a hundred-year soul ring and already reaching Soul Power Level 14—

Yu Xiaogang only had to think about it for a moment before guessing that Tang San had fused with a Soul Bone!

Otherwise, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to rise from Soul Power Level 8 to Level 14 within three months.

Nearly every major sect and clan possessed several inherited Soul Bones.

"If I had received one of the clan's Soul Bones, perhaps I would have broken through Level 30 long ago."

Yu Xiaogang sighed, his dissatisfaction with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan growing even deeper.

"Little San, I hope you grow up soon, then help your teacher slap their faces hard!"

Yet Yu Xiaogang had ultimately overlooked one detail. What Tang San had fused with was not some inherited Soul Bone—not even a thousand-year Soul Bone...

If he knew Tang Hao had made Tang San fuse with two Soul Bones, both of them only hundred-year ones—

He would probably be wondering what Tang Hao was thinking.

A future potentially invincible Title Douluo had actually been given hundred-year Soul Bones to fuse with. Wasn't that ruining Tang San's future?

It was also ruining Yu Xiaogang's future!

The scene returned to Tang San's side.

"Damn it, that Director Su actually used public authority for personal revenge! Making me... blegh~"