Sorry, We Only Have One Room Left [Please collect]

Six years had passed. Zhang Yang, Tang San, and Xiao Wu had successfully graduated from Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

Over those six years, there had been plenty of laughter and countless unforgettable memories.

Among them, what left the deepest impression on Zhang Yang was that all his memories of the ending of the novel Douluo Continent had vanished completely.

After all, that novel had finished when Zhang Yang was in his first year of middle school, a full twenty-four years ago.

Even an immortal probably couldn't remember the contents of an online novel from twenty-four years ago.

Six years had passed, and Zhang Yang, who had only been 1.3 meters tall back then, had now grown to over 1.7 meters. He didn't look like a twelve-year-old boy at all.

But seeing that Tang San was also 1.7 meters tall now, Zhang Yang didn't think there was anything strange about it.

After waving goodbye to their parents, Zhang Yang, Tang San, and Xiao Wu set off for Suotuo City in the Balak Kingdom. The Shrek Academy Master had recommended to the two of them was located outside Suotuo City.

Although Master had only recommended that Zhang Yang and Tang San attend this academy, Xiao Wu didn't want to be separated from Tang San, so she came along as well.

The three set out from Nuoding City and headed southeast. After more than ten days of travel, they finally arrived in Suotuo City two days before the academy's registration date.

Now that they had reached Suotuo City, Shrek Academy was not far away.

Having relaxed, the three decided to find a hotel and rest first. Whatever came next could wait until tomorrow.

Following the crowd for a while, Xiao Wu spotted a very distinctive hotel.

The hotel resembled a blooming rose, giving people a refreshing impression. Its name matched the theme perfectly: the Rose Hotel.

"Rose Hotel. Xiao San, Zhang Yang, let's stay here," Xiao Wu said, pointing at it.

Zhang Yang crossed his arms. "Whatever."

Tang San had no objection either, so the three entered the hotel together.

Breathing in the faint fragrance of roses, they arrived at the front desk. Tang San, who usually handled outside matters among the three, said, "Please give us two rooms."

The receptionist looked at Zhang Yang, then Tang San, then Xiao Wu. A knowing look appeared in his eyes. "Sorry, sir, we only have one room left."

"One room?" Zhang Yang frowned and rapped on the front desk. "Who are you trying to fool? Check whether any reservations were canceled. I don't want to sleep in the same room as those two."

"Hey, Zhang! What do you mean by that? I'm naturally gorgeous. Is it such a hardship for you to sleep in the same room as me?" Xiao Wu bared her teeth at Zhang Yang, practically jumping in outrage.

"No, Boss Zhang just isn't used to sleeping in the same room as someone who serves tea and pours water." Zhang Yang reached out and pressed down the hopping Xiao Wu, drawing a faint smile from Tang San.

"Oh, reservations..." The newly employed receptionist finally realized that he hadn't checked the reservation records.

After going through the reservations again, the receptionist gave a bitter smile. "Well, now there really is only one room left."

He raised his head and said helplessly to Zhang Yang, "Sorry, sir. None of the reserved rooms have been canceled. We truly only have one room available."

"..." Zhang Yang couldn't help rubbing his forehead. Damn it, why did I remind him?

"But please don't worry. Our rooms are quite large. There won't be any problem sleeping three people."

"Forget it, we'll take that room." Xiao Wu motioned for the receptionist to handle the paperwork, then said to Zhang Yang and Tang San, "One room is fine. We'll be cultivating at night anyway."

"Looks like that's our only option." Tang San nodded.

Everyone had long grown accustomed to replacing sleep with cultivation. After all, they were all peerless geniuses, one in ten thousand, and under Master's guidance, they had learned that the early bird catches the worm.

Just then, the hotel manager came into the lobby from the back, moving as if the wind were beneath his feet. He hurried past Zhang Yang's group and greeted another group of three who had just entered the hotel.

"Young Master Dai, you're here. The Red Ocean has been kept for you, on the inner side of the third floor. I'll take you there." The hotel manager, built like three swim rings stacked together, bent deeply at the waist and treated this "Young Master Dai" with great respect.

Tang San studied him curiously and discovered that this Young Master Dai was born with double pupils.

Zhang Yang and Xiao Wu, however, were focused on something else.

"Twins. Heh, men." Xiao Wu curled her lips, inwardly despising that blond scumbag.

Clearly, Young Master Dai had heard Xiao Wu's muttering. But after being with the twin sisters, he had heard similar remarks plenty of times, so her words caused no reaction. The two groups went upstairs separately.

In fact, Zhang Yang had already vaguely suspected something upon seeing the hotel's name, and the room's decor confirmed his guess.

"So it really is a love hotel." Zhang Yang rubbed his cheeks, wiping away the awkwardness on his face.

Xiao Wu slept on the heart-shaped bed in the inner room, while Zhang Yang and Tang San made do by sitting cross-legged on the sofa and cultivating through the night.

After breakfast, Xiao Wu saw Zhang Yang and Tang San preparing to cultivate for the entire day again, so she hurried over to stir things up. "Xiao San, don't stay cooped up in the room. Come out and have some fun with me, okay?"

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu and smiled indulgently. "You're different from us. You're extraordinarily talented, and your strength keeps increasing even without much cultivation. We can only get an early start."

"But you still need to balance work and rest. You already cultivated all night, didn't you? You should rest for a while." Xiao Wu pouted unhappily and tugged at Tang San's arm pleadingly.

"Well..." Tang San looked at Zhang Yang, then at Xiao Wu, clearly tempted.

"I think Xiao Wu is right. You do need to balance work and rest. But I won't go. During these two months of vacation, you two have already left me far behind."

During the two-month vacation, because of his parents, Zhang Yang had almost only been able to find time to cultivate at night. When he checked, he found that he, at level twenty-eight, had fallen a full level behind Tang San.

Because of the Mysterious Heaven Technique, Tang San cultivated much faster than Zhang Yang. Even though Tang San had to work every afternoon, Zhang Yang still couldn't catch up to his Soul Power Level.

During those two months of vacation, Tang San had plenty of time to cultivate every day, while Zhang Yang could only cultivate at night. Naturally, their progress had diverged.

Although Zhang Yang didn't say it aloud, Tang San and Xiao Wu had both noticed how diligently he had cultivated over the past few days.

Xiao Wu smiled. "What are you worried about, Zhang Yang? Your Soul Skills are so absurdly powerful that even if you fall three or five levels behind us, the two of us still wouldn't be your match if we joined forces."

"But they're only low-level Soul Skills. Once we reach higher levels, low-level Soul Skills won't be nearly as useful." Zhang Yang shook his head. He understood the need to prepare for danger in times of peace.

Xiao Wu dragged Tang San out to shop, while Zhang Yang continued cultivating cross-legged.

Master had trained Zhang Yang as an Assault Type Battle Soul Master, so according to the plan, Zhang Yang's Second Soul Ring would still grant a strength-type Soul Skill. Therefore, the Soul Beast they hunted was a Great Strength Gorilla, whose attack power was no weaker than that of an ordinary thousand-year Soul Beast.

For that reason, Master had even brought along his friend, the principal of Nuoding Academy, to help Zhang Yang and Tang San hunt the Soul Beast.

But Borsalino had said, I have a different idea about Zhang Yang's Soul Skill.

Thus, Zhang Yang's Second Soul Skill changed from the strength-type Soul Skill guaranteed to drop from a Great Strength Gorilla into Flash Physique.

Second Soul Skill: Flash Physique.

After Zhang Yang activated this Second Soul Skill, he could move at lightspeed like Borsalino from the comics. With a single flash, he could cross more than a hundred meters—an incredibly powerful Soul Skill that was both stylish and nearly impossible to counter.

That was why Xiao Wu had said, "Your Soul Skills are so absurdly powerful."

To summarize the first stage: the First Soul Skill of Zhang Yang's Borsalino Martial Soul was a Defense Type skill, the Elementalization of the Glint-Glint Fruit. His Second Soul Skill was a movement-type skill, the lightspeed movement ability of the Glint-Glint Fruit.

At this point, Zhang Yang finally understood that his Borsalino Martial Soul intended to use nine Soul Skills to turn him into a Glint-Glint Fruit user in another world.

Therefore, his First Soul Skill could only be used for defense, and his Second Soul Skill could only be used for movement. He estimated that only when he obtained his Third or Fourth Soul Skill would he gain the cool offensive abilities of a normal Glint-Glint Fruit user.

Thinking of his level twenty-eight Soul Power, Zhang Yang felt that those cool offensive abilities were not far away.

At noon, Zhang Yang was still immersed in cultivation when he heard a deafening BOOM, as if the entire hotel had shaken. When he opened his eyes, he found that the pink-toned room had been covered in a layer of gold.

"What the hell?" Zhang Yang frowned at the excited Tang San and the bewildered Xiao Wu.

Tang San didn't answer. "Zhang Yang, Xiao Wu, hurry! Help me gather all this gold together. Don't let a single speck escape."

As he spoke, Tang San acted first, using Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon. Wherever he went, golden particles flew into his hands one by one.

Zhang Yang's face darkened. "What a mess."

Though he said that, Zhang Yang still lay on the ground like Xiao Wu and controlled the Soul Tool around his wrist to collect the golden particles scattered across the floor. He was no slower than Tang San.

Master had given Zhang Yang this bracelet-shaped Storage Soul Tool. It contained two jade stones and had a total storage space of fourteen cubic meters.

Although it could hold far less than Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night, its value was not the slightest bit inferior to Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night.

Master had asked Zhang Yang to give the bracelet a name. After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yang said, "How about Two Tigers Run Fast?"

Master fell silent for a long time. "Xiao San, help Zhang Yang name it."

Tang San thought for a moment. "Shuang Ye Hong Yu Er Yue Hua."

"Uh..." Zhang Yang immediately thought of the preceding line. Shaking his head, he asked, "Anything else?"

"Tong Que Chun Shen Suo Er Qiao?"

Zhang Yang froze when he heard that. Why lock up the Two Qiaos? Was it because the tequila girls were too tempting?

Master asked curiously, "It sounds like there's some kind of story behind it..."

Tang San was startled and hurriedly played dumb, explaining to Master that he had seen the line in some book and didn't know what it meant.

Whatever the story was, the bracelet's name was settled just like that.

There were simply too many golden specks in the room. Before Zhang Yang and Tang San had gathered even a tenth of them, a rapid knock sounded at the door.

The three inside instantly tensed. Zhang Yang signaled Tang San to hurry up while he went to deal with the visitor.

He opened the door a crack and looked at the visitor, raising an eyebrow.

Zhang Yang recognized the man. He had seen him in the hotel lobby yesterday—the Young Master Dai who liked playing games with twins.

Dai Mubai was clearly in a bad mood. He had only thrown on a piece of clothing haphazardly, and it seemed Tang San's hammer strike had interrupted something good.

The moment someone opened the door, Dai Mubai vented his anger directly at Zhang Yang. "What the hell is wrong with you three? You've been making a racket next door. This is a love hotel, not a blacksmith shop."

"Oh, you mean that sound just now? It didn't come from our room. We don't know where it came from either." Zhang Yang put on a confused expression, intending to brush off the uninvited guest.

"Bullshit. I'm right next door to you. That hammer sounded like it hit right beside my ear. If it wasn't your room, where else could it have been?" Dai Mubai pressed his hand against the door and pushed, intending to force his way inside.

How could Zhang Yang let Dai Mubai have his way? His right hand braced against the door and his knee pressed against it at the same time. Not only did Dai Mubai fail to push the door open, but the gap gradually narrowed.

"Oh? Didn't expect that. You're pretty strong." Dai Mubai looked at Zhang Yang in surprise after suffering a slight setback.

Dai Mubai had level thirty-seven Soul Power. After being tempered by three Soul Rings, and with the immensely powerful White Tiger Martial Soul, he had never expected to lose in raw strength to a boy clearly younger than himself.

Zhang Yang shrugged helplessly. "I can't exactly just let you barge in."

"Come on, let's have a match." Dai Mubai's competitive spirit rose. He took several steps back on his own initiative and stopped in the middle of the corridor.

"Uh..." Zhang Yang hesitated. After being the boss for so long, he had grown tired of these meaningless fights.

Just then, a plump man in neatly dressed clothes came jogging over from the stairs.

It was yesterday's hotel manager, built like three swim rings.

Seeing Dai Mubai's current appearance, the quick-witted hotel manager instantly understood what had happened. He hurried over and fawned, "Young Master Dai, I'm sorry we disturbed your rest. We'll investigate the source of that loud noise immediately and give you an explanation."

"No need, Manager Wang. Just stand aside. I'll cover all the losses later." Dai Mubai waved Manager Wang away and assumed a fighting stance toward Zhang Yang.

"Young Master Dai, let's talk this out, let's talk this out. Don't fight, please don't fight." Manager Wang was so anxious that sweat began to pour down his face.

"Move aside." Dai Mubai waved him away and looked at Zhang Yang. "Come on."

Zhang Yang sighed helplessly. At this rate, it looked like he had no choice but to fight.