The Dragon God Douluo's Curiosity

After checking the class assignments, Moyuan, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng headed towards the dormitory building.

As they were about to enter the main entrance of the dormitory building, Moyuan's steps paused slightly. He casually glanced into the distance as if surveying the surroundings, but his true target was a long seat at the edge of his peripheral vision.

There sat an old man who looked very old. The old man was wearing a grey cloth outfit, and the wrinkles on his face were enough to kill several flies at once.

His eyes were dim, his eyelids drooped, and he looked like he was in his twilight years. The sunlight filtering through the buildings shone on him, masking the sense of old age that was clearly visible in Moyuan's eyes.

His gaze shifted away as soon as it met, and Moyuan turned his head and walked directly into the dormitory building. Although his expression didn't change at all, his heart was far from calm.

The current top expert, the Ninety-ninth Rank Extreme Douluo, the Sea God Pavilion Master, Dragon God Douluo—Mu En.

Possessing the Black King's Blood martial soul, which was even more sinister than evil martial souls, Moyuan couldn't help but feel nervous facing this peerless expert, the greatest enemy of evil soul masters. But that was all.

If he were truly exposed, he wouldn't mind performing a 'life exchange,' using his life to exchange for the Black King's descent, inscribing his mark with blood and death.

Mu En lay on the seat without moving, still basking in the sunlight. Only after Moyuan's figure disappeared into the dormitory building did a gleam appear in his cloudy eyes, and he muttered in a low voice, "Eleven years old, forty-first rank soul power, elemental body martial soul Golden Eyes, and from a commoner background. Truly a formidable youth. Even in my era, he would have been a peerless genius. Clean background, excellent talent, perhaps he can take over my position..."

"But did that little fellow's gaze fall on me? Curiosity, or did he know me long ago? Heh heh, in centuries, this is the first time such an interesting little fellow has made me curious..."

After saying these words, Mu En suddenly sighed faintly, the sense of old age on him becoming even more apparent. Looking at the students around him, who were full of youthful aura like the rising sun, a hint of worry suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Praise my King's awakening, destruction is rebirth... Who is He, and what will He bring..."

"An impending storm is coming. I only hope it doesn't affect the academy..."

After entering the dormitory building, since the fourth floor and above were the female area, Ning Tian and Wu Feng said goodbye and went straight upstairs via the stairs.

Moyuan's dormitory number was 109. After observing the doorplates of several dormitories to figure out the distribution rules, he headed directly to the left side of the corridor.

Arriving at the dormitory door, Moyuan didn't use his key to open it directly. Instead, he looked back at the dormitory opposite. The door of that dormitory was still tightly shut, with the doorplate number 108.

If nothing unexpected happened, that would be Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong's dormitory.

Taking his gaze back from the door of Room 108, Moyuan prepared to open the door. But it seemed another roommate had already arrived, so he gently twisted the doorknob, and the dormitory door was pushed open.

The dormitory was small, only about ten square meters. Two beds took up most of the space. Besides that, there was only a table and two tin wardrobes.

The soul guide lamp on the ceiling illuminated the small dormitory brightly.

A youth of similar age to Moyuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed on the left, meditating with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound of the door, the youth slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.

But when he saw Moyuan standing at the doorway, he couldn't help but freeze, a look of astonishment appearing on his face. "Classmate, did you come to the wrong place? The girls' dormitory is on the fourth floor and above."

Moyuan's head was filled with question marks, and he almost didn't react in time.

"I'm male." Moyuan, having recovered, said with a fake smile and a hint of sarcasm.

"Ah?!" Hearing Moyuan's authentic male voice, the youth looked completely taken aback. He then quickly rolled off the bed, came in front of Moyuan, extended his right hand, and sheepishly scratched his head, saying, "I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to insult you just now. After all, you're really a bit..." The youth looked at Moyuan's handsome to the point of being eerie face, a face that countless women envied, and a blush suddenly appeared on his face.

"Too good-looking, that's why I didn't react in time..."

What the hell is with that blush!

Seeing the blush on his roommate's face, Moyuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew that shields might just rub against each other, but spears against spears were guaranteed critical hits.

In this situation, Moyuan would rather be stabbed in the back with a knife than by some ghostly thing.

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Moyuan shifted slightly, creating a bit more distance, and then shook the youth's outstretched right hand. "It's fine, as long as you know I'm male now."

"It's good that it's fine. My name is Bai Yi, and my martial soul is the Light Feather Ice Bow."

Although Bai Yi's appearance couldn't compare to Moyuan's, he was still exceptionally handsome. He was just a bit short, appearing slightly more youthful, and his hair was a rare silver-white.

"Moyuan, martial soul Golden Eyes." After hearing Bai Yi's martial soul name, Light Feather Ice Bow, Moyuan suddenly thought of someone. Someone that the natives of Douluo would definitely not know now, but a transmigrator would definitely know.

--The Martial Soul Hall's Five Offerings, Light Feather Douluo.

With a guess, Moyuan didn't ask directly. After all, they had only just learned each other's names and weren't familiar yet. They would have plenty of time to interact in the future, so it wouldn't be too late to ask then.

Then, Moyuan took out the accommodation supplies he had prepared from his soul tool and started making his bed.

When Bai Yi heard that Moyuan's martial soul was Golden Eyes, a look of surprise appeared on his face. It was clear that he had also guessed that Moyuan's martial soul was the relatively rare Body Martial Soul.

However, like Moyuan, he knew that directly asking for someone's information was rather offensive. He revealed his martial soul's name because Moyuan would eventually find out anyway, so there was no harm in saying it now.

But if one were to inquire further, it would be unpleasant.

With Moyuan's keen observation skills, he could see that apart from being a bit of a chatterbox, Bai Yi had no malice. Thus, the two began to chat casually, and their relationship gradually became more familiar.

Apart from the initial misunderstanding, everything was peaceful. There were no annoying things like disagreements leading to one-on-one challenges, or quarrels over minor conflicts. There was only the politeness and sense of distance between roommates meeting for the first time.

Moyuan, who had lived alone for most of his life, naturally knew how to take care of himself. Making the bed and cleaning were easily accomplished in a short while.

Lying on the fur contributed by a five-thousand-year-old Silvermoon Wolf King, the fatigue from days of toiling finally relaxed.

Warm sunlight streamed in from the window in the middle of the bedside, falling on the floor of the dormitory which had some water stains. A faint dusty smell entered his nasal cavity. This scene, so similar to his student dorm in his previous life, made Moyuan's expression falter for a moment.

Speaking of which, it had been twelve years since he transmigrated. Looking back now, it felt like the blink of an eye.

After sighing inwardly about how time flies, Moyuan turned his head to look at the other bed.

He saw that Bai Yi, who had been chatting like a chatterbox for a long time, had now quieted down. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, and wisps of faint white cold air were flowing around him.

"I wonder if he trusts me enough, or if he's just carefree..." Moyuan thought with interest.

The most taboo thing in a soul master's cultivation is being disturbed. A careless mistake could lead to a soul power conflict and injure the meridians. Therefore, Bai Yi dared to cultivate in front of Moyuan, a stranger he had only known for an hour, which made Moyuan wonder if he was simply naive or if there were other reasons.