Rose Hotel: The Room Dispute

[White World]

The scene suddenly shifted.

The once dimly lit, suggestive hotel lobby now seemed to shine with splendor.

There was none of that restraint or shabbiness.

Bai Tang San wore a black robe patterned with dark gold, his bearing as steady and profound as an abyss.

He carried no luggage.

All his belongings were stored in that top-grade Storage Ring.

Xiao Wu beside him was no longer that little girl in a pink short dress.

She wore a Fairy Dress custom-made by Heaven Dou City's finest tailor, with the priceless Lovesick Heartbreak Red Jade Pendant hanging around her neck.

On her wrists were a pair of defensive Soul Tools crafted from Deep Sea Sinking Silver.

Even her boots were set with Speed Gems.

This entire outfit was enough to buy half of Suotuo City.

"Young Master Tang, welcome!"

The hotel manager personally came out to greet him, bending at a ninety-degree angle.

The Tang Sect Merchant Association's reputation had long since spread throughout the province.

"The usual?" the manager asked ingratiatingly.

"Mhm."

Bai Tang San nodded faintly. "The top floor. Somewhere quiet."

The manager looked troubled, cold sweat immediately beading across his forehead.

"This... Young Master Tang, what unfortunate timing."

"The top floor's 'Red Ocean' was just... just reserved by another guest."

Bai Tang San raised an eyebrow slightly.

Before he could speak.

A commotion came from the entrance.

"Move! Don't block the way!"

The same golden hair.

The same pair of twin beauties.

Dai Mubai strode into the lobby with the swagger of someone who feared no one.

He glanced at Bai Tang San standing by the counter, then swept his gaze over Xiao Wu beside him with astonishment.

A flash of greed crossed his eyes, but he swiftly hid it.

"Manager, I want that room."

"And clear out all the irrelevant people. I'm booking the entire place."

Dai Mubai pulled out a bag of Gold Soul Coins and slammed it heavily onto the counter.

Arrogant and conceited.

Overbearing and tyrannical.

That was how Shrek's monsters behaved.

The manager trembled in fright. He looked at Bai Tang San, then at Dai Mubai, not daring to offend either side.

"This... this..."

Bai Tang San slowly turned around.

He did not reason with him like Hei Tang San would have.

Nor did he assume a battle stance.

He merely looked quietly at Dai Mubai.

Purple light flowed through those deep eyes, instantly transforming into two bottomless vortices.

Purple Demon Eye—Vastness!

After being tempered by Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, his Mental Power had long since surpassed the Mortal Realm and stepped onto the threshold of the Spirit Abyss Realm.

"Look at me."

Bai Tang San parted his thin lips slightly.

His voice was not loud.

Yet it was like a morning bell and evening drum, exploding directly within the depths of Dai Mubai's soul!

Buzz—!!!

Dai Mubai instinctively met those eyes.

The next second.

His world collapsed.

He felt as though he had been cast into a Sea of Corpses and Blood.

And above that blood sea, an Asura Demon God standing ten thousand zhang tall was coldly looking down upon him, a mere ant.

That absolute suppression from the level of the soul!

"Urgh!"

Dai Mubai let out a muffled groan.

His face instantly turned deathly pale, as though it had been coated in white paint.

The twin beauties in his arms fared even worse. Their eyes rolled back, and they fainted on the spot.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Dai Mubai staggered back three steps, shattering the floor tiles beneath each one.

The pride in his Evil Eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by utter terror.

It was not merely a Mental Shock.

There was also a tremor rising from the depths of his bloodline.

The Ice and Fire Golden Body within Bai Tang San, combined with the aura of the External Soul Bone Eight Spider Lances, formed the pressure of a superior being.

Like a giant dragon looking down upon a sickly cat.

"Scram."

Bai Tang San spoke only one word.

Flat.

Cold.

Yet it carried an unquestionable imperial will.

Thud.

Dai Mubai's legs gave way, and he nearly dropped to his knees.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and every trace of drunkenness vanished.

He gasped heavily, staring fixedly at the younger boy before him.

Strong.

Too strong.

So strong that he did not even dare summon his Martial Soul.

"May I ask... who are you...?"

Dai Mubai's voice trembled as he struggled to force out the words.

Bai Tang San withdrew his gaze and did not look at him again.

As though another glance would only dirty his eyes.

"You are not qualified to know."

With a casual flick of his hand.

A black gilded card spun through the air and precisely sliced into the marble countertop.

It was the Tang Sect Merchant Association's Supreme Black Card.

Minimum balance: one million Gold Soul Coins.

"Clear the place."

Bai Tang San adjusted his cuff, his tone indifferent.

"I don't like living under the same roof as trash."

The manager looked at the card and was so excited he nearly fainted.

"Yes! Yes, Young Master Tang!"

"Guards! Quickly! Escort this... this gentleman out!"

Several burly Soul Master guards immediately surrounded him.

Dai Mubai's face alternated between green and red.

Humiliation!

Utter humiliation!

But he did not dare move.

Because his instinct for death told him that if he dared attack, he truly would die here today.

In the end.

This proud Evil Eye White Tiger could only drag the two unconscious beauties away and flee Rose Hotel in disgrace.

[Real World]

Shrek Academy.

In reality, Dai Mubai sat on the steps, staring at the Sky Curtain.

He held a wine flask in his hand, yet had forgotten to drink from it.

He watched the Bai Tang San on the screen, who had not even summoned his Martial Soul and had scared him away with just a glance.

Then he looked at the Hei Tang San to the left, who still had to reason with him and fight desperately just to win by half a move.

He gave a bitter smile.

Other than bitter laughter, there was only bitter laughter.

"This gap..."

"It really can't be compared."

Dai Mubai tilted his head back and took a gulp of wine.

"In front of Hei Tang San, I'm a genius, a monster, the boss."

"But in front of Bai Tang San..."

"I'm fucking trash."

"Trash that was blocking the way, at that."

The crushing frustration of being struck by a Dimensional Strike made this Star Luo Prince doubt himself for the first time.

"Am I... really too weak?"

[White World]

Rose Hotel's top floor.

Before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, the entire nightscape of Suotuo City stretched out below.

Bai Tang San swirled a glass of Red Wine in his hand, his gaze deep.

Xiao Wu lay sprawled across the soft bed, happily counting the huge pile of snacks they had just bought.

"Third Brother, that golden-haired tiger was such a coward."

"You scared him off with one glare."

Xiao Wu gnawed on a carrot as she spoke indistinctly.

Bai Tang San took a sip of Red Wine.

"That meant he was smart."

"A beast's instincts are often sharper than a human's."

"He knew that if he hadn't scrammed just now."

"Then this day next year would have been the anniversary of his death."

Bai Tang San's voice was soft.

Yet it carried a bloodthirsty aura that made one's heart tremble.

Over these six years.

There had been no fewer than eight hundred, if not a thousand, Soul Beasts and desperate bandits who had tried to rob him and died by his hand.

His hands had long been stained with blood.

"Enough."

Bai Tang San set down his wineglass and turned to look out the window in that direction.

There.

Was a decrepit little village.

Its name was—Shrek.

"Rest for the night."

"Tomorrow, we'll go inspect that so-called 'Monster Academy.'"

"I hope..."

"That miserly old Flender can give me a little surprise."

"Otherwise."

"This academy has no reason to exist."

Night deepened.

The Tang Sans of both worlds spent their first night in Suotuo City.

Only—

One worried about tomorrow's registration fee, afraid he would be given a hard time.

The other was calculating how to use the power of capital to completely swallow up this academy on the verge of collapse.