Refusing the Invitation, Challenging a Roommate

"Sorry, I refuse."

Zi Yao said without hesitation.

Mingde Hall was indeed excellent, and Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy was sincere enough.

But he had not come here to join a faction.

On the contrary,

he was here to scout talent.

What was the most valuable thing on Douluo Continent now?

The answer was simple: talent!

At least half of the Soul Tool Masters above Rank 6 on the continent had gathered in Mingde Hall.

The value of every High-level Soul Tool Master was incalculable.

If he wanted to establish a considerable force on the current continent, Soul Tools were undoubtedly the best choice.

Of course,

in return, he would also help the academy compete in some matches and win them honors during his time here. That counted as mutual assistance.

"That is regrettable. If you do not accept this invitation, our academy cannot devote a great deal of resources to you either."

Lin Jiayi shook his head and took back the Black Card.

This academy Black Card held status comparable to a Mingde Hall instructor's, perhaps even greater.

Since Zi Yao could not be used by them in the future, they naturally could not make such a major investment in him.

He then took out another Electronic Card and handed it to Zi Yao, along with a Student Grade Badge.

"The badge is your proof of student status. You must wear it at all times in the academy. The card contains information about your Dormitory and class, and it can also be used as a meal card."

"Thank you."

Zi Yao gave a brief thanks and headed toward the Dormitory with the Electronic Card.

"What a pity. Such talent cannot be used by Mingde Hall."

Lin Jiayi watched his departing back and shook his head regretfully.

Meanwhile,

Wang Dong raised her brows at the teacher, disbelief written all over her face.

"I'm Rank 37, with the physical strength of Rank 47 and the physical toughness of Rank 49. I haven't absorbed a single Soul Bone, yet I'm only rated second? Is this crappy machine broken?"

"I can tell you responsibly that this machine was just replaced. It is in perfect condition."

The teacher spoke with a serious expression.

Wang Dong gritted her teeth and went to the next testing area.

But every testing area was the same. It seemed she could no longer escape the fate of being the eternal runner-up, her rating forever stuck in second place.

In the face of this "eternal runner-up,"

Lin Jiayi still maintained a measure of respect and took out the Black Card from earlier, repeating the offer.

Of course,

as the Young Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, Wang Dong naturally disdained it.

She had never intended to stay at this lousy academy for long anyway. She would stay a year or two, give her two uncles an explanation, then get the hell out of here.

When she reached the Dormitory area,

the accommodations at Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy were excellent. There were eighteen towering and imposing buildings in total.

It was hard to believe that at an academy where male and female dormitories were in the same building and four hundred people fought over one toilet, their headmaster could be so rich. Wouldn't Soul Bones come clattering down every two steps he took?

If an Imperial Family academy had boys' dormitories downstairs and girls' dormitories upstairs,

the headmaster's head could be twisted off and kicked around like a football.

Following the information on her Electronic Card, Wang Dong arrived at the first floor of Building Two.

The entire hallway was decorated in red and white, with golden room numbers hanging from the Redwood Doors.

"104. This is it."

She pushed open the door and walked in.

It was not cramped and narrow as she had expected. The living room alone was forty square meters, furnished with a sofa and a private bathroom. Everything she needed was there.

"Not bad..."

Wang Dong said with considerable satisfaction.

She took her luggage out of her Soul Tool.

Suddenly,

another door opened, and a white-haired, violet-eyed youth walked out.

Zi Yao raised his brow slightly when he saw her, seeming somewhat surprised.

Seriously?

Buddha Ancestor Tang, are you a dog? Why are you still chasing after me and biting?

Shouldn't Wang Dong'er be at Shrek Academy right now? Why had she come to Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy...

"Who are you? Why are you in my Dormitory?"

Wang Dong tilted her head as she asked. Her lovely pink-blue brows furrowed slightly. Zi Yao looked familiar to her, but she could not remember where she had seen him before.

"What do you mean, your Dormitory? This dorm suite has two bedrooms. Number one is mine, and number two is yours."

Zi Yao replied irritably.

"I asked the dorm supervisor. There are the most students in the first year, so they usually arrange two people to a suite."

Wang Dong frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

Honestly,

as a sweet and soft little cake, she had no desire to share a Dormitory with those stinky boys.

But this was acceptable.

Good looks were justice.

"Ahem. Since we're roommates, let me lay down the dorm rules. First, you can't bring people back to the Dormitory without informing me first. Boys and girls alike."

Wang Dong said coolly.

"Also, no walking around naked in the Dormitory... Ahem, forget that. You're not allowed to enter my room or touch my things whenever you want. And you will be responsible for cleaning. I'll give you one hundred Gold Soul Coins every month. No problem, right?"

"I'll give you one thousand Gold Soul Coins a month. You clean the room."

Zi Yao said calmly, raising his brow slightly.

It was as though he were saying, You think you're the only one with money? Who are you trying to show off for?

Zi Yao had no objections to her other demands.

Those were simply the basic qualities a roommate ought to have. Nothing could be more normal.

Wang Dong became interested.

She had been worrying over where to vent her pent-up anger. Rubbing her fists together, she said, "How about this? In the Soul Master World, strength reigns supreme. As long as you can beat me, I'll listen to you from now on."

"But if you lose, then obediently become my little brother. How about it?"

"I couldn't ask for more."

Zi Yao replied with a faint smile.

Wang Dong's talent should originally have been only at Jiang Nannan's level, but after the Butterfly God's "voluntary offering," she had gained the Second Martial Soul, the Light Goddess Butterfly.

Even if it was merely a Second-level God, it was still a God-level Martial Soul. At the root of it, that had already opened a gap between her and ordinary geniuses.

But he was not afraid.

As a descendant of the God of Destructive Life, if he could not defeat the inheritance of some insignificant Second-level God, he might as well bash his head into a wall and die.

"Let's go to the Soul Fighting Arena. We can't fight properly here."

Zi Yao stood up.

"Fine. Let me put away my luggage first."

Wang Dong stacked the luggage from her Space Soul Tool inside her room, then followed Zi Yao to the academy's dedicated Soul Fighting Arena.

The Soul Fighting Arena was bustling with noise.

Soul Masters could never avoid battle.

Whether traditional Soul Masters or Soul Engineers, it was the same. A Soul Master who had never experienced combat could only be said to be engaging in empty theory.

However, the Soul Fighting Arena of Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy was different.

Most people wore Soul Tools, and their methods of fighting came in every conceivable variety.

Naturally, it was also more expensive.

Soul Tools were only more cost-effective than concealed weapons in terms of production costs, but they were still far from cheap. After all, they required quite a lot of Rare Metal.

If you accidentally smashed your own bonded Soul Tool, then you could look forward to eating dirt for the rest of the month.

After Zi Yao and Wang Dong registered at the front desk, they stepped onto the Soul Fighting Arena.

Quite a few spectators nearby gathered around them.

Both Wang Dong and Zi Yao could be considered top-tier handsome men.

Wang Dong leaned more toward delicate beauty and looked even more refined. Her pink-blue hair and eyes made her seem like a warm, gentle young man.

Zi Yao, on the other hand, had white hair and violet eyes. Combined with the cold arrogance she had acquired from spending years with Snow Empress and Ice Empress, she looked as though she kept everyone a thousand miles away.

Yet it was difficult for anyone not to be drawn to her peerlessly handsome face.