Yu Xiaogang, Battle Against Wang Sheng

After saying goodbye to Old John, Wang Xian walked into Notting Academy and followed the signs until he reached the vicinity of the Academic Affairs Office.

Just as he intended to go in and register, a middle-aged man suddenly popped out.

The middle-aged man had short black hair styled in a side part, a very stiff expression, and stubble on his face, giving him a somewhat decadent and lazy air.

He blocked Wang Xian's path.

Wang Xian frowned as he looked at the middle-aged man before him, wondering what this suddenly appearing weirdo wanted.

After carefully sizing up the middle-aged man, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could this guy be Yu Xiaogang? Because this image was just too classic.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back and reached out, saying, "You're this year's work-study student, right? Let me see your Martial Soul Certificate."

Wang Xian frowned slightly, but still handed over the Martial Soul Certificate.

Taking the certificate, Yu Xiaogang glanced at it, and then his brows furrowed.

"Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Innate Soul Power level three."

This was not the disciple he had hoped for; with such low Innate Soul Power, who knew how long it would take to break through to level ten.

Reaching the level of a Soul Elder would be the end of the road, and there would be no way to prove his theories at all.

What he, Yu Xiaogang, wanted to find was a peerless genius capable of proving his martial soul theories.

Having lingered in Notting Academy for so long, he would guard the entrance almost every year when the work-study students came to enroll, hoping to find a suitable genius to take on as a disciple.

"Another trash martial soul." Yu Xiaogang felt a sense of disdain in his heart.

"Here, take it back. A piece of advice: when you cultivate to level ten, it's best to choose a snake-type martial soul for your first Soul Ring, preferably one with Poison."

After saying this, Yu Xiaogang casually returned the Martial Soul Certificate and turned to leave.

Wang Xian held the Martial Soul Certificate and watched the back of the strange middle-aged man, now absolutely certain that this person was indeed Yu Xiaogang.

Does this Yu Xiaogang just hang around there waiting for work-study students?

The fact that Yu Xiaogang had appeared so quickly and blocked his path made him unable to help but consider this possibility.

Wang Xian couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth; for Yu Xiaogang to go to such lengths was truly something else.

In the end, he really did encounter a genius like Tang San with Twin Martial Souls.

Suggesting a snake-type martial soul with poison attributes—that's not something an ordinary Blue Silver Grass can handle.

Yu Xiaogang thought he was helping others with his advice, but in reality, he was just spouting nonsense without having proven his own theories.

It was truly harmful to himself and others.

Putting Yu Xiaogang out of his mind, Wang Xian walked a few more steps and arrived at the Academic Affairs Office.

The door was open, and two teachers were inside receiving new students.

One was over sixty, with graying hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and reading glasses, sitting at a desk.

The other looked to be in his early thirties, sitting to the side organizing items, with several sets of clothes stacked on the table.

Wang Xian stood at the door for a moment, waiting for the student in front to finish and leave before walking in.

"Hello, teacher. I'm a work-study student here to register." He walked up to the older teacher and handed over his Martial Soul Certificate.

The old teacher took the certificate, looked down at it, then paused for a moment before looking up to size up Wang Xian.

"Blue Silver Grass, Innate Soul Power level three?" His tone carried a hint of surprise. "It's rare for a Blue Silver Grass martial soul to have any soul power."

Wang Xian nodded without saying much else.

The old teacher didn't press further; he pushed up his reading glasses, took a thick registration book from the drawer, turned to a new page, and picked up a pen to start writing.

The old teacher wrote stroke by stroke, his handwriting neat. After finishing, he checked it once more before closing the book.

"Alright, you're registered." He pointed to the stack of clothes on the table. "The dormitory is in Dormitory Building Room 7. Once you get there, the teacher in charge will assign you your work-study duties. If you have any issues in the academy later, come find me."

The young teacher to the side finally moved, picking up a set of clothes from the table and handing it over—white fabric, folded neatly.

"This is the academy uniform, provided to you for free. You must wear it during school hours from now on; don't lose it."

Wang Xian took it with both hands. The clothes felt heavy, and while the material wasn't top-tier, it wasn't bad either.

"Thank you, teacher."

He expressed his thanks, folded the uniform, stuffed it into his bundle, turned, and left the Academic Affairs Office, heading toward the dormitory building.

Notting Academy wasn't large, and there was only one dormitory building. With the signs to guide him, Wang Xian quickly found the place.

He walked up to the door of Dorm Seven and pushed it open to enter.

The students inside Dorm Seven were all instantly drawn to him.

Just then, a boy who looked older and was nearly two heads taller than him walked over.

"Are you the new work-study student?"

There was an empty bed next to Wang Xian. After putting his things down, he smiled and said, "That's right, I'm the new work-study student. You can just call me Wang Xian."

Looking at Wang Sheng before him, Wang Xian had already marked him as his target for earning his first pot of gold.

To speak of coming to Notting Academy to study, besides obtaining a Meditation Method, the best thing about this place is that the quality of everyone's Martial Soul here is relatively high.

At the very least, it is certainly higher than those people in the villages who do not even possess soul power.

If one were to capture all of their Martial Souls, one would certainly be able to obtain better traits, as well as a massive amount of Cultivation Points.

"That's right, my name is Wang Sheng, and I am the boss of Dorm Seven. After you join this place, you have to call me boss as well. From now on, you have to listen to me, understand?" Wang Sheng said proudly, head held high and chest puffed out.

Wang Xian still wore a smile, saying indifferently, "And what if I am unwilling?"

"If you're unwilling, then you have to beat me." Wang Sheng looked at Wang Xian unkindly.

"Then come on." Wang Xian beckoned toward Wang Sheng.

"How bold, you brat actually dare to challenge me, then I'll let you witness my prowess!"

After Wang Sheng finished speaking, he lunged fiercely toward Wang Xian with his arms spread wide, his posture suggesting he intended to grab Wang Xian directly and slam him onto the ground.

Wang Xian shifted his feet and dodged to the side; Wang Sheng lunged at empty air and rushed right past him.

Seeing this, Wang Xian did not stand on ceremony, lifting his leg to kick Wang Sheng directly in the waist.

Wang Sheng let out a muffled groan as his entire body flew sideways, landing with a "bang" onto an empty bed nearby, the bed frame rattling loudly from the impact.

The other children in Dorm Seven were stunned, their eyes wide and not daring to let out a single breath.

Wang Sheng climbed up from the bed, his face flushed bright red, his eyes filled with both shock and anger.

He had been the boss of Dorm Seven for so long, and he had never been taken down so cleanly by anyone before.

"Good brat!" A tiger-like roar came from Wang Sheng's mouth, and a pale yellow light suddenly emerged from his body, swirling around him.

His hands became thicker and his fingernails grew slightly longer, and his entire aura changed completely.