Tang San: The Gate Is Made of Iron Essence? Steal It!

After being accepted as Yu Xiaogang's disciple, Li Yue went back to find Tang San. Perhaps because she was too bored, she was staring at Nuoding Academy's iron-bar gate.

"Little San, you noticed it too? This gate is made of Iron Essence. Nuoding Academy really spared no expense."

Li Yue waved a hand in front of Tang San's eyes. Stop staring. It won't become yours no matter how long you look. We should go work at a Blacksmith Shop instead.

"Brother Yue, you noticed too. That gatekeeper is such a bad person. Let's steal this gate and make him take the blame. I can forge a few more..." Tang San suggested softly.

"Huh?" Black lines appeared across Li Yue's forehead. He had previously wondered whether anyone might steal the barred gate, but he had never expected Tang San to be the one.

True enough, not everyone could recognize valuable materials like they did. Aside from blacksmiths, probably very few people in this world could tell that it was Iron Essence.

"Such a huge barred gate—how are you going to steal it, Little San?"

After hearing Tang San's proposal, Li Yue had initially been speechless, but he soon grew excited. Ever since becoming younger, he had become quite interested in thrilling things like this.

He had once wanted to blow up a school, but had never actually done it. After reincarnating, stealing a school's iron gate on Douluo Continent sounded like a novel experience.

Li Yue eagerly discussed it with Tang San. "You can first find a nearby Blacksmith Shop and work there, then make tools for cutting Iron Essence. After that, find a dark and windy night, cut the barred gate into sections, and carry them away one by one. Then smelt them into blocks of Iron Essence."

"Good idea." Tang San was excited as well, her cheeks flushing red as she added, "We can steal it section by section. Take one section every night, then replace it with ordinary iron bars. That way, no one will notice."

"Little San, you're so naughty." Li Yue praised Tang San.

Tang San did not become arrogant after being praised. Instead, she said modestly, "Not at all. Brother Yue is the clever one. I only added a little."

Thinking about how she would soon have so much Iron Essence to forge Hidden Weapons, she felt incredibly happy.

The two chatted quietly as they walked, their voices so low that only they could hear each other. They made their way to the work-study students' dormitory—Seventh Dormitory.

Work-study students had their tuition waived, but their dormitory was also the worst. Students of every grade lived together in a single room.

Li Yue and Tang San entered Seventh Dormitory. It was a large room with fifty beds. Eleven of them had bedding on them, indicating that at least eleven students lived here, though some might be sharing beds.

As soon as the two entered, the children who had been playing stopped their noisy commotion and turned their gazes toward the two new students.

There were currently seven or eight children in the dormitory. Judging by their worn clothes, they were clearly all work-study students. Students who paid tuition would not come to a place like this to make friends with poor students.

The work-study students looked over curiously. They did not care much about the new girl, since her appearance was truly plain and unremarkable.

But quite a few of them showed surprise at the sight of Li Yue. Just from his clothes alone, they could tell that he was not from the same social class as them. On top of that, he was so handsome that they wanted to befriend him.

Children cared greatly about appearances. Ugly children would be bullied, while good-looking ones would be admired.

Li Yue smiled and waved. "Hello, I'm Li Yue. She's my friend, Tang San. We're both new work-study students."

At that moment, a boy walked over. Compared to the other children, he was exceptionally tall, at least a head or even two taller than them. He was Wang Sheng, the Dormitory Chief of Seventh Dormitory.

He was very sturdy, and otherwise could not have become the Dormitory Chief. As the chief of these work-study students, he needed to protect them from being bullied.

Wang Sheng looked Li Yue up and down, paying no attention to Tang San beside him. Looking at Li Yue, there was a trace of provocation in his eyes. "New here? According to the rules of Seventh Dormitory, if you want to stay here, you have to fight me first. If you beat me, you'll be the new Dormitory Chief."

"I'm Wang Sheng. My martial soul is War Tiger, and I'm the boss of Seventh Dormitory. Kid, what's your martial soul?"

Li Yue remained calm. After practicing martial arts for more than a decade, could he really be challenged by some brat? Besides, he had a decent impression of Wang Sheng, even though the boy was provoking him now.

Just as he was about to speak, Tang San beat him to it. She stepped in front of Li Yue and shielded him behind her. "I'll fight you."

Wang Sheng smiled disdainfully, utterly contemptuous of Tang San's overestimation of herself. "You? What's your martial soul? Hmph, forget it. I can't be bothered to know. You're just a little girl, so don't start crying later."

Tang San ignored his mockery. She merely released her martial soul, gripped the Fire Stick in her hand, and filled her eyes with resolute light.

No matter how many obstacles lay ahead, she would definitely protect Senior Brother Li Yue properly in this life. This little brat would be the first.

"Roar!" Wang Sheng let out a great roar, and his body rapidly swelled and transformed, his muscles bulging high.

Earth-yellow fur grew over his skin, black tiger stripes emerged, and his golden tiger eyes gleamed with ferocity. His hands turned into sharp tiger claws.

Possessed by the War Tiger martial soul, he took on the appearance of a beastman, as though a ferocious tiger had assumed human form.

"It's not too late to admit defeat." Wang Sheng spoke kindly. His appearance alone was probably enough to scare the other party to death.

"Come on. How will we know who wins without fighting?" Tang San tightened her grip on the Fire Stick.

"Hmph. Then give it a try."

Wang Sheng pushed off hard and charged at Tang San, intending to knock her to the ground.

His savage pounce was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain to seize its prey. His sharp tiger claws carried a whistling wind, no wonder they said the wind followed the tiger.

Tang San remained unruffled. If she could be defeated by a child, then she had truly lived her previous life for nothing.

The Fire Stick in her hand was pitch-black, its surface rough and dotted with dents. It looked utterly ordinary, even somewhat ugly.

Yet after Tang San gripped the Fire Stick, her aura changed, becoming sharp and fierce.

A weapon that could communicate with its wielder's heart had only been a legend in her previous life, but in this world, any Soul Master with a weapon martial soul could possess one.

She did not even need to use the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

The Fire Stick in Tang San's hand swept out an afterimage as she swung it, striking directly at Wang Sheng's kidney. How could she not understand the principle that greater reach meant greater advantage?

"Hiss—" Wang Sheng cried out in pain.

Although Tang San had not aimed for a vital spot, the blow still hurt so badly that his eyes nearly popped out, tears gathering in his tiger eyes.

"Boss, are you okay?"

The work-study students looked at Wang Sheng worriedly. He was a decent boss, at least. He had earned the recognition of the work-study students and was quite popular.

"You're so underhanded! You actually hit Boss in the kidney."

"Does it hurt, Boss? Are you about to cry?"

Hearing his underlings' concern, Wang Sheng forcibly held back his tears.

As the boss, how could he cry from pain? That would be far too embarrassing.

"Little girl, you hit pretty hard!"

Wang Sheng covered his painfully struck kidney with one hand, still refusing to admit defeat as he swung the sharp tiger claws of his other hand toward Tang San.