Having obtained the Meditation Method, Wang Xian naturally immersed himself in it. Since today was registration day, there were no classes.
Because he had brought his own provisions when he came to school, he settled both lunch and dinner in the dormitory, spending all his remaining time cultivating.
It was not until the next morning, when Wang Sheng called to him softly, that Wang Xian emerged from his cultivation state.
"Wang Xian, we're going to class."
"Okay. Wait for me a moment. I'll be right there."
Wang Xian got out of bed, grabbed his washbasin, and ran outside to wash up.
There was a communal washbasin outside Dorm Seven, with taps that provided water when turned on.
The morning water was icy cold. Splashing it onto his face made him shudder, instantly waking him up considerably.
As he washed his face, he sensed the changes in the Soul Power within his body.
After cultivating for an entire night, his Soul Power had indeed improved a little. It was not much, but the sensation was obvious.
Compared with his previous cultivation, where he had stumbled along for ages without finding the right path, things were now unbelievably smooth.
There truly was a world of difference between having a Meditation Method and not having one.
After washing up and returning to the dormitory, everyone else had already gotten ready and was waiting for him.
Wang Xian put away his washbasin and casually picked up the school uniform by his pillow, pulling it on.
The white fabric looked quite smart on him, though it was a little too large, and he had to roll up the cuffs twice.
As he adjusted his collar, he silently muttered to himself.
"Open the System Panel."
A translucent screen unfolded before his eyes. Before he could inspect it closely, a system notification appeared.
"Battle Tiger (E-Rank), training complete. Obtained 50 Cultivation Points. Obtained trait: Tiger Might."
"Trait fusion limit reached. Fusion cannot currently be performed."
Wang Xian glanced at his Cultivation Points. Including what he had left over, he now had a total of 320 points.
An E-Rank Martial Soul gave him fifty points, more than he had expected. At this rate, he would need to capture another dozen or so to gather one thousand points.
"It seems that if I want to cultivate another Martial Soul anytime soon, I'll need to find more people to challenge."
His gaze fell upon the new trait again.
"Tiger Might?"
Wang Xian opened the trait description, and a line of text appeared.
"Tiger Might: When releasing a Martial Soul, generates mental pressure that weakens the target's will to fight. The effect is more pronounced against targets with weaker mental strength than the user."
A mental attack?
Wang Xian's eyes lit up.
In this era, mental-type offensive techniques were rare.
Most Soul Masters relied on Soul Skills to clash head-on. Those capable of suppressing opponents directly on the mental level were few and far between.
Although all his fusion slots were currently full and he could not use it for the time being, he understood this trait's value perfectly well.
Once my Martial Soul quality improves next time and my fusion slots expand, this definitely has to be near the top of the list. Wang Xian silently made a note of it.
"Let's go." Wang Xian closed the System Panel and spoke to Wang Sheng and the others.
The others immediately crowded behind him.
They had not gone far when Wang Sheng sidled up to him and said, "Boss, let's get breakfast first. I know where the cafeteria is. I'll take you there. It's on me today."
Wang Xian glanced at him and shook his head. "No need. I have money."
When he had left Emperor Soul Village, Old John had given him some silver coins. It was not much, but enough to pay for several meals.
Besides, he did not want to owe Wang Sheng a favor. He had only just taken the position of "boss," so he needed to maintain proper boundaries.
Wang Sheng did not insist. With a chuckle, he led the group toward the cafeteria.
Notting Academy's cafeteria was behind the teaching building. The first floor was the dining area for ordinary students, while the second floor was supposedly reserved for wealthy students and offered better dishes.
Wang Xian had just followed Wang Sheng and the others to the cafeteria entrance when another group arrived from a different path.
The boy leading them looked eleven or twelve years old. He was rather handsome, dressed in a well-tailored school uniform, with his hair combed impeccably. One glance was enough to tell that his family was well-off.
Four or five lackeys followed behind him, chatting and laughing as they headed toward the cafeteria.
The two groups entered the cafeteria at almost the same time.
When the boy saw Wang Sheng and the others, his lips curled, his eyes filled with blatant contempt.
He held out a finger and wagged it toward Wang Sheng, his tone dripping with mockery.
"Poor trash will always be poor trash. You'll probably never get to eat on the second floor."
Wang Sheng's face darkened immediately. The other Work-Study Students lowered their heads and clenched their fists, but none of them dared to make a sound.
Wang Xian looked at the boy, then at the aggrieved expressions on Wang Sheng and the others' faces. He roughly understood what was going on.
Wang Sheng leaned toward his ear and lowered his voice. "Boss, that guy is Xiao Chenyu. Everyone at the academy calls him Boss Xiao."
"His father is some kind of official in Notting City. His family has money and influence. He's the one who often brings people to bully us Work-Study Students."
Wang Xian nodded slightly without speaking. He took two steps forward and stopped in front of the boy.
"My name is Wang Xian. I'm the boss of the Work-Study Students."
His voice was not loud, but everyone present heard him clearly.
Xiao Chenyu raised an eyebrow and looked him over from head to toe. He scoffed. "The boss of the Work-Study Students?"
"Wang Sheng, when did you hand your position over to a brat like this? You Work-Study Students are really getting worse and worse."
Wang Sheng's face flushed red. He was just about to speak when Wang Xian raised a hand and stopped him.
Wang Xian looked at Xiao Chenyu, his tone calm. "I couldn't do anything about you bullying the Work-Study Students before."
"But from now on, if you want to bully them again, you'll have to get past me first."
Xiao Chenyu froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. The lackeys behind him laughed along with him.
"Get past you?" Once he had laughed enough, Xiao Chenyu looked down at Wang Xian, amusement in his eyes. "Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"
"I do." Wang Xian's expression did not change. "Xiao Chenyu."
Xiao Chenyu's smile vanished, and he narrowed his eyes. "Since you know, you still dare speak to me like that?"
"Whether I dare or not, I've already said it." Wang Xian met his gaze. "If you don't accept it, let's fight."
More and more people in the cafeteria gathered to watch, whispering among themselves.
Xiao Chenyu looked around, and his expression turned somewhat ugly.
If he refused a Work-Study Student's challenge in front of so many people, how could he continue calling himself Boss Xiao afterward?
"Fine." Xiao Chenyu sneered. "Since you've come begging for a beating, I'll grant your wish. Tell me, how do you want to do this?"
"Simple. Just the two of us. One match decides the winner." Wang Xian said flatly.
"Fine." Xiao Chenyu sneered.
He was already at level nine Soul Power, and before long, he would break through level ten and fuse his First Soul Ring.
This Wang Xian looked like nothing more than a kid who had just enrolled. There was no way he could be Xiao Chenyu's opponent.
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