Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? Tang San Made Dai Mubai Laugh

Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? Tang San Made Dai Mubai Laugh

Dai Mubai ignored Tang San and walked straight to the counter.

"Call your manager out."

Dai Mubai spoke calmly, but the servant's hairs stood on end the moment Dai Mubai looked at him.

He hurried off to fetch the manager.

"Hello, I believe I arrived first?"

With Yu Xiaogang's help, Tang San had always considered his cultivation speed quite fast.

But at Nuoding Academy,

he had been thoroughly suppressed by Gu Xuan and Xiao Wu for six whole years.

Even now, Tang San had no idea what level Gu Xuan's strength had reached.

Near graduation, he had once challenged Gu Xuan to a spar.

Who would have thought that the latter would refuse outright?

Then Gu Xuan had leisurely left with Xiao Wu.

That feeling of being ignored had left Tang San with a pent-up resentment.

He had not expected to be humiliated even while trying to book a room at an inn.

He could no longer endure it.

"And? What are you trying to say?"

Dai Mubai did not even turn his head, merely replying coldly.

He had never been in the habit of explaining himself to anyone.

"I'll ** you, you **!"

Having been ignored like that, Tang San finally snapped and blurted out,

"Nothing much. Get the hell out!"

"Very good!"

Upon hearing that, Dai Mubai finally turned around.

His expression was icy as his gaze fell on Tang San.

"Looks like you're a Soul Master too. Make your move."

Without another word,

"White Tiger, Possess!"

The instant the words fell, Dai Mubai released his martial soul.

Three gleaming spirit rings rose one after another beneath his feet.

A surging pressure swept toward Tang San like a tidal wave.

Tang San staggered, nearly losing his footing.

Tang San was dumbfounded.

Two yellow, one purple!

"A Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!"

A beast martial soul Battle Spirit Elder!

"Let's talk this out. Let's talk this out properly."

At that tense, explosive moment,

a middle-aged man entered the hotel lobby, led by the servant from before.

The moment he saw that Dai Mubai had already released his martial soul, his entire body began trembling uncontrollably.

"Manager Wang, what kind of people have you been hiring lately? You're getting better and better at running this business."

Dai Mubai shot a sidelong glance at the middle-aged man called Manager Wang, his expression calm.

Manager Wang tremblingly wiped the sweat from his forehead, then bowed to Dai Mubai with a fawning smile.

"Young Master Dai, please don't say that. This fellow only started yesterday and doesn't understand the rules. I'm truly sorry. Please be magnanimous, Young Master Dai."

"I'll arrange a room for you immediately!"

Tang San's mouth twitched, and he cursed inwardly.

Fine, they're all f*ing ignoring me!

"You—"

He had just wanted to say something when Manager Wang cut him off instead.

"Sir, I'm terribly sorry, but the last remaining room in our establishment has already been reserved by Young Master Dai. Please go elsewhere and choose another inn."

Though he was apologizing as well, Manager Wang stood perfectly straight.

He was completely different from how he had acted while apologizing to Dai Mubai.

Clearly, in this hotel manager's eyes, a wealthy, influential, and powerful patron like Dai Mubai was far more important than a nobody like Tang San.

He knew perfectly well how to make that choice.

"What? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Tang San's expression darkened. He had no intention of backing down and could not help cursing,

"You dog-eyed bastard who looks down on people!"

A trace of contempt flashed across Dai Mubai's face.

"Hmph!"

"Even if you want to leave now, it won't be so easy. You insulted me, and you think you can just walk away?"

When had Dai Mubai ever suffered such indignity?

Especially from someone who looked three or four years younger than him.

"Please enlighten me!"

Tang San stepped forward. Though battle was about to erupt, he still did not forget to put on airs.

So what if Dai Mubai was a Soul Elder?

With the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Tang Sect's Secret Arts, Tang San did not believe he had no chance at all.

"Boom—!"

Suddenly, an intense white light burst forth from Dai Mubai's body.

He spread both arms wide, thrust out his chest, and his bones crackled.

His muscles abruptly swelled, bursting his shirt apart.

At the same time, his golden hair turned black and white.

Four faint stripes appeared on his forehead, forming the character for "king."

The most obvious change before and after was Dai Mubai's hands.

They had nearly doubled in size.

Ten blade-like claws extended and retracted from his palms, glinting with cold light.

"Young Master Dai, please don't act rashly. I—"

Manager Wang glanced at the expensive furnishings throughout the lobby, and his heart skipped a beat.

It seemed impossible to stop them now.

"Any losses suffered by the Rose Hotel will be covered by me!"

Dai Mubai grandly threw out those words, then fixed his gaze on Tang San.

"Dai Mubai, martial soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Spirit Elder!"

"Please enlighten me!"

Although he looked down on Tang San to some extent, he still properly announced his martial soul and Soul Power Level.

"What?!"

"Level 37!"

Tang San inwardly cursed.

Is this f*ing joke?

His Soul Power was only Level 27!

Yet this fellow named Dai Mubai had reached the terrifying Level 37!

A full ten-level gap, plus the enhancement of a thousand-year purple spirit ring.

There was no way his second level of the Mysterious Heaven Skill could make up for that.

If it comes down to it, I can only use hidden weapons.

Tang San steeled himself inwardly. He was stuck in a difficult position now.

Who would have thought that the first Soul Master he encountered in Suotuo City would be this formidable?

"Buzz—!"

Driven by the Mysterious Heaven Skill, a faint violet gleam appeared in Tang San's eyes.

Then he raised his right hand.

A dark green light suddenly emerged, and a cluster of dark blue Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm.

Every blade of grass looked slender, yet all were covered in dark red blood veins and dense little thorns.

A milky white light surged from Tang San's body, and the dark green cylindrical grass blades seemed to be stimulated, abruptly growing larger.

In the blink of an eye, they expanded to the thickness of an adult's arm.

Black snake-like patterns shimmered with a faint glow.

Enhanced by the Second Spirit Ring, the Blue Silver Grass coiled around Tang San's body like dozens of giant snakes.

Waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Buzz—!"

As he activated his Soul Power, one white and one yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, circling Tang San's body.

"Tang San, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 27 Spirit Tool Master. Please enlighten me!"

"Hm?"

"Blue Silver Grass?"

Dai Mubai, who had been fully prepared for battle, froze with disbelief written all over his face.

After all that, this was all the strength he had?

He instantly felt that he had made far too big a deal out of it.

A Level 27 Soul Grandmaster, and his martial soul was f***ing Blue Silver Grass.

Was this supposed to be a joke?