Boss of Seventh Dormitory

Carrying a heavy bundle weighing over a hundred pounds, Lin Xuan strolled up to the entrance of Seventh Dormitory.

Unlike the usual bustle of student dormitories, Seventh Dormitory was eerily quiet at that moment, with a faint tension hanging in the air.

A trace of solemnity flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. The instant he pushed open the door, his body tensed, ready at any moment for a surprise attack from Wang Sheng.

Yet the expected pounce never came. Instead, he was met with an overwhelming aura of adolescent melodrama.

All the students in Seventh Dormitory stood sternly along both sides of the aisle. At the far end, a youth sat upright in a chair, striking the pose of a "king descending upon his realm." He looked at Lin Xuan with deliberately profound eyes, giving off the bizarre impression of someone trying hard to act cool and failing miserably.

Lin Xuan looked at the gathered crowd, then at the giant bundle on his back, and immediately understood.

Wang Sheng had not intended to forgo giving him a warning. He had simply learned beforehand that Lin Xuan was carrying many things and would be inconvenienced if attacked as soon as he entered. So, Wang Sheng had decided to suppress him with sheer presence first.

Lin Xuan actually approved of Wang Sheng's approach. The world of Soul Masters had always been one where the strong preyed on the weak, and the academy teachers would not interfere much with disputes between students.

Work-Study Students and Self-Funded Students were naturally opposed. To keep the group united, Wang Sheng, as their boss, had to earn the trust of every newcomer. The fact that he had calmly yielded his position as boss after losing to Tang San in the Original Work showed that Wang Sheng was not someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He was truly doing everything he could to preserve the last shred of dignity for the Work-Study Students—ambushes were merely a means; unity was the goal.

Having figured it all out, Lin Xuan smiled faintly and raised a hand to heavily set down the bundle on his back.

Bang!

The hundred-pound bundle hit the floor with a dull boom, making the ground tremble faintly. The students in Seventh Dormitory instinctively tensed, especially Wang Sheng, who had been seated there. His expression immediately turned grave.

"Wang Sheng, Martial Soul War Tiger, Level 9 Soul Master." The youth rose from his chair, his tone solemn. "Seventh Dormitory has a rule: newcomers must fight the boss. Only the winner can be boss. What's your deal?"

"Lin Xuan, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Innate Level 3 Soul Power." Lin Xuan loosened up, his joints cracking sharply. After carrying the giant bundle all the way here, he felt completely relaxed now that he had put down the burden. "But I'm strong."

Upon hearing "Innate Level 3 Soul Power," Wang Sheng and the others did not underestimate him. Instead, they became even more cautious. Having Third-Rank Soul Power upon entering the academy already meant his talent far exceeded that of ordinary people. Wang Sheng himself had possessed only Innate Level 2 Soul Power.

Although Lin Xuan's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, the words "I'm strong" were enough to make up for the current shortcomings of his Martial Soul.

"I won't bully you. I won't use my Martial Soul." Wang Sheng thumped his chest, and the lines of his muscles rose slightly. "But if you lose, you have to acknowledge me as boss."

"Fine." Lin Xuan nodded. He also wanted to test how great the gap was between his current strength and that of a Level 9 Soul Master, so he did not dare boast recklessly.

"Good!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Sheng circulated his Soul Power and charged toward Lin Xuan with agile movements.

Lin Xuan neither dodged nor retreated, stepping forward to meet him. The two understood each other without words and neither struck viciously. They collided head-on, each grabbing the other's shoulders as a pure contest of strength officially began.

"Go, Boss! Go, Boss!"

The watching dormmates cheered and shouted, but in the next instant, every one of them was stunned.

The scene they expected, with Wang Sheng overpowering Lin Xuan, did not occur. Instead, the moment they began wrestling, Wang Sheng's body started moving backward uncontrollably.

Like a newborn calf, Lin Xuan erupted with brute strength and pushed Wang Sheng back step by step.

Wang Sheng's shoes scraped against the floor with a piercing sound, but he was utterly unable to resist Lin Xuan's push.

Lin Xuan could now lift two hundred pounds with one arm, and his overall strength was even more astonishing. Wang Sheng might have been eleven years old and a Level 9 Soul Master, but he was still fundamentally a child. Even with Soul Power reinforcing him, he was utterly outmatched before raw strength.

Roar!

Seeing that he was about to be crushed before everyone, Wang Sheng could no longer care about his promise not to use his Martial Soul. His Martial Soul instantly possessed his body.

Yellowish-brown fur covered his entire body, faint tiger stripes appeared on his forehead, and his strength surged dramatically. He barely stabilized himself just before he was pushed into the wall.

"Good lad, your Martial Soul shouldn't be called Blue Silver Grass. It should be called Little Calf!"

Wang Sheng let out a breath of relief. Although he had used his Martial Soul, he had at least stopped himself from being pushed back.

To possess such strength at six years old, his future potential was limitless. But that was a matter for later. For now, the boss of Seventh Dormitory still had to be him!

A fierce light flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes as he prepared to suppress Lin Xuan, only to meet his faintly smiling gaze.

Boom!

Lin Xuan twisted his wrist and drove with his waist, executing a clean, swift Overhead Throw that slammed Wang Sheng, who was twenty centimeters taller than him, hard onto the ground.

Bang!

Wang Sheng lay on the floor, his eyes filled with confusion. He could not beat Lin Xuan without using his Martial Soul, and he still could not beat him after using it. Had his Martial Soul awakened for nothing?

"Boss!"

After a brief daze, Wang Sheng quickly climbed to his feet and solemnly cupped his fists toward Lin Xuan, his tone sincere.

A loser admitted defeat. Wang Sheng was not someone who could not accept a loss. Besides, he would be graduating soon. Being able to hand Seventh Dormitory over to someone as capable as Lin Xuan made him happier than anything.

"Boss!" ×n

Since even Wang Sheng had yielded, the watching dormmates quickly changed their form of address, their eyes filled with awe.

"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded and patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder. "From now on, I'll look after you all. We won't take the initiative to bully others, but we'll never let anyone bully us either."

He had already held back just now. If he had truly used the full four hundred pounds of strength in both arms, any random punch would probably have injured Wang Sheng.

As for the plot? As for Tang San? Lin Xuan did not care in the slightest. Tang San was currently a prized talent being fought over by more than a dozen teachers, so he would certainly receive all kinds of preferential treatment. A Work-Study Student dormitory like Seventh Dormitory was probably somewhere he would never set foot in during this life. Naturally, Lin Xuan did not need to worry about the plot falling apart. He could do whatever he wanted.

And Xiao Wu? Lin Xuan and Tang San had registered at noon. In the Original Work, Tang San had been delayed after going to Yu Xiaogang's office and only arrived at Seventh Dormitory in the afternoon.

But Lin Xuan had already taken control of Seventh Dormitory at noon, so he would not meet Xiao Wu for the time being.

As for how they would get along in the future, Lin Xuan intended to take things as they came. If they got along, then fine. If not, he would not force it. After all, he did not dare pull any tricks under Tang Hao's watchful eye.

"Boss, which bed do you want? We'll make it for you!" Wang Sheng came back to his senses and hurriedly led several students over to laboriously carry Lin Xuan's giant bundle.

The students carrying the bundle with him all looked at Lin Xuan with worship in their eyes. It took several of them to carry this bundle with difficulty, yet Lin Xuan had carried it all the way here so casually. That strength was terrifying.

"I can handle it myself. Just help me make the bed."

Lin Xuan reached out and took the bundle from the four of them, easily cradling it in his arms as he walked toward a bed by the window in the back row. That spot had good ventilation and a fine view, perfectly suiting his preferences.

"Hiss—"

Watching Lin Xuan effortlessly lift the bundle, Wang Sheng and the others sucked in a breath of cold air, gaining a more direct understanding of his strength. This new boss was truly not someone to provoke!

Lin Xuan placed the bundle on the bed and began organizing his belongings. Dried meat, clothes, bedding, and that pair of Hundred Refinements Tungsten Steel Hammers—he put everything away one by one. His dormmates gathered around him, enthusiastically helping him spread the sheets and put on the quilt cover, their eyes full of ingratiation and awe.

The atmosphere in Seventh Dormitory had completely changed because of Lin Xuan's arrival. Lin Xuan knew, however, that this was only the beginning of his life at Nuoding Academy. Next, he needed to cultivate Low-key, improve his Soul Power Control, familiarize himself with Forging Skills, wait for the synchronization of the Tang Wulin Template, and steadily establish himself in this world.