New Students Enroll, Tang San and Xiao Wu

On the way back, Lin Ming was still pondering Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao.

Was the martial soul mutation Yu Xiaogang's fault?

No.

Was it Luo Sanpao's fault?

Also no.

But after decades of cultivation and research into martial souls, if Luo Sanpao was still this useless, then that was Yu Xiaogang's fault.

During this time with Lei Yi, Lin Ming had discovered the greatest advantage of a detached martial soul.

That was intelligence.

In other words, it had a mind.

Whether it was Lei Yi or Luo Sanpao, both were intelligent beings.

Unfortunately, the gap between Lei Yi and Luo Sanpao was enormous, like the difference between Bright Moon and Fire Fly.

Add to that the gap in Innate Soul Power between Lin Ming and Yu Xiaogang.

Moreover, Yu Xiaogang grew up in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the dominance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul had permeated his childhood.

In his understanding, only a martial soul stronger than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon could be considered a positive mutation.

But he overlooked one thing.

A detached martial soul is not a beast martial soul.

It cannot enhance the user like a beast martial soul, so the soul master's personal combat strength would be very weak.

But if you used a detached martial soul as a throw-type martial soul, then combat strength would not be weak—it would be very strong.

A throw-type martial soul with intelligence in battle was not as simple as one plus one equaling two.

Not to mention that Luo Sanpao, as the vessel for the Golden Sacred Dragon Martial Soul Fusion Skill, was hardly the worthless martial soul Yu Xiaogang imagined.

"Luo Sanpao was basically ruined by him."

Lin Ming summoned Little Lei Yi again, listened to his "yi yi" cries, smiled, and rubbed his head to calm him down.

Intelligent beings all develop their own combat methods through exploration.

But Luo Sanpao had no attack methods other than using his soul skill to fart.

As a Soul Grand Master, he couldn't even defeat a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake.

He nearly took Tang San straight to meet his Great-Grandmother.

It was clear that Yu Xiaogang didn't care at all about Luo Sanpao's actual strength, focusing only on solving his own soul power problem and getting rid of Luo Sanpao in the process.

If it were merely a gap in talent between soul masters, Luo Sanpao shouldn't have been this trash.

So the trash wasn't Luo Sanpao—it was Yu Xiaogang.

"Reflect on myself?"

In the cafeteria, Yu Xiaogang hung his head, staring blankly at his trembling hand, murmuring.

"Was I wrong? Is it my fault?"

He looked toward the cafeteria entrance, the direction Lin Ming had left.

All these years, he could only see Luo Sanpao's shortcomings.

In the clan for so many years, countless resources had been poured into him, yet he could never solve Luo Sanpao's mutation problem.

Sub-dragon meat, medicinal baths, treatments.

Almost every method he could think of had been used.

Don't underestimate the prestige of a top-three sect, nor the connections of a Titled Douluo.

Unfortunately...

Luo Sanpao was still Luo Sanpao, with no change at all.

Still a martial soul that only made "luo luo" sounds, one he detested.

Yu Xiaogang walked with heavy steps back to his single dormitory.

He sat by the bed, head down, silent for a long time.

After a while, Luo Sanpao appeared in the room, making "luo luo" sounds.

"Why can't you be a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"

Yu Xiaogang stared hard at Luo Sanpao, his expression like someone who had just lost his father, giving Luo Sanpao a fright.

"Luo~"

Luo Sanpao was aggrieved, but it couldn't speak, so it could only curl up into a ball.

Seeing it in this pathetic state only made Yu Xiaogang angrier, and his fury instantly ignited.

He stood up, intending to kick Luo Sanpao, but suddenly remembered that injuries to a Detached Martial Soul would backfire onto the soul master's main body, and forcibly restrained himself.

Looking around the room, he swept everything off the table with one arm, then viciously stomped on the books he usually read.

Having vented his anger, Yu Xiaogang turned around in a daze, staring blankly at Luo Sanpao. Suddenly, he fell to his knees, grabbing Luo Sanpao's soft belly with both hands.

"Ruo..."

The pain in its abdomen made Luo Sanpao instinctively cry out, but seeing Yu Xiaogang's inhuman state, it swallowed the rest of the sound.

Its round body trembled slightly; it had no idea what it had done wrong this time.

"My problem? No, I don't have a problem. It's all your fault—why aren't you a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

The expression on Yu Xiaogang's face gradually twisted, and the strength in his hands slowly increased.

Luo Sanpao was in agony, but it only dared to shiver meekly, not daring to pull away.

Just like Yu Xiaogang's personality, it stubbornly believed that if it endured everything, one day Yu Xiaogang would treat it well.

Finally, the madness in Yu Xiaogang's eyes slowly faded, and Luo Sanpao, unable to hold on any longer, vanished directly.

"Ugh~"

Yu Xiaogang pressed one hand to his stomach, the other gripping the bed frame as he sat down, panting heavily.

Luo Sanpao's injuries had backfired onto him again.

"I'm not wrong..."

After Lin Ming's refusal that time, Yu Xiaogang didn't seek him out for two months.

Soon, the school break slipped away day by day.

Nuoding Academy had started its new term.

Lin Ming returned from training outside and pushed open the door to the Seventh Dormitory.

Inside were a few people.

"Newcomer?" Xiao Wu clapped her hands, hopping over, her gaze immediately drawn to Little Lei Yi, only ten centimeters in size, perched on Lin Ming's shoulder.

"Wow! Is this your martial soul? It stays outside all the time?"

Lin Ming swept his gaze across the room; Xiao Wu and Tang San were both there.

"Yeah, his name is Little Lei Yi. A Detached Martial Soul."

"So cool! But there's a rule in the Seventh Dormitory—newcomers have to fight the boss. If you win, you're the boss; if you lose, you have to listen to me."

"My name is Xiao Wu, Wu as in dancing. What's yours?"

"Lin Ming." Lin Ming looked at the Xiao Wu before him, utterly unruffled. "I'm not a newcomer."

"?"

Xiao Wu had already assumed a starting stance, but at Lin Ming's words, she blinked in confusion.

What did he mean, not a newcomer?

Oh.

So he was like Wang Sheng and the others.

"I see. Then from now on, you're my little brother."

Xiao Wu grinned, reaching out to pat Lin Ming's shoulder, but he dodged easily.

At that, Xiao Wu's face instantly fell.

What the hell does this damn rabbit want?

Lin Ming looked at Xiao Wu, who was still blocking the doorway, and spoke up.

"Move aside. I need to get into the dorm."

"No way. You have to call me 'Sister Xiao Wu' before I'll let you in."

Xiao Wu's stubborn streak flared up.

Back in the Star Dou Great Forest, she was also Sister Xiao Wu—what soul beast dared to defy her?

Forget patting an arm; even if she wanted to pat their heads, Da Ming and Er Ming could only obediently let her.

Now that she'd just become the boss of the Seventh Dormitory, someone was already disobeying her. She had to teach Lin Ming a good lesson.

"You're crazy."

Lin Ming laughed in exasperation at her words.

Who gave her the right to boss people around? A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast daring to throw her weight around here?

Did she believe he'd go straight to Martial Soul Hall this afternoon to report her?

"You dare insult Sister Xiao Wu!"

Xiao Wu's eyes widened, and she huffily tried to use her Soft Skill to toss Lin Ming out.