The Clown Yu Xiaogang, the Obedient Lackey Xiao Sanzi

At the entrance of Nuoding Academy.

Yu Xiaogang clutched his chest, traces of the blood he had just spat still at the corner of his mouth. His hand still trembled as he pointed at Xiao Feng. He had thought that after everything he had been through, he would remain calm and composed in any situation, but he never expected to run into someone as unreasonable as Xiao Feng today.

The way he cursed was so vicious. What did he mean by "It's not my fault you're ugly, but it is your fault for scaring people"? And then there was that string of unheard-of venomous phrases like "Look at your sorry ass." It left him, a theoretical Title Douluo, utterly unable to retort.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang spit blood, Xiao Feng pretended to be shocked and said, "No way, no way, no way. Is someone really this mentally fragile? Can a few words really piss someone off to death?"

When Xiao Feng finished saying this, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of sweetness in his throat, his whole body stiffened, and after staggering a few steps, he plopped down on the ground. As luck would have it, he landed right next to the two certificates on the floor.

Unintentionally, Yu Xiaogang, who felt he was about to be infuriated to death, caught sight of these two certificates. It would have been better if he hadn't looked, but once he did, his pupils instantly constricted.

"Innate Full Soul Power with Blue Silver Grass, and a Twin Martial Soul with at least Level 16 Innate Soul Power? And one of them is a Mutated Martial Soul?"

To be fair, although Yu Xiaogang's overall character was somewhat lacking and his cultivation was garbage, he was still decent when it came to research on martial souls. Even though most of it was stolen from Martial Soul Hall, he did have some achievements of his own.

After seeing these certificates, the anger Xiao Feng had stirred up in him instantly dissipated. He quickly picked up the two certificates from the ground and examined them.

Seeing this, Tang San was puzzled, while Xiao Feng sneered disdainfully, "What's there to look at? Those two certificates are fake, right?"

As he spoke, Xiao Feng glanced at the guard nearby. The guard didn't dare meet Xiao Feng's gaze and could only cower in fear on the sidelines, since this ruthless man was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.

Holding the two certificates, Yu Xiaogang was certain they were real, because he couldn't mistake the seal of Martial Soul Hall. When he heard Xiao Feng's words, he looked at the guard, and at that moment, he seemed to understand why Xiao Feng had hit someone.

The next second, he stood up from the ground and said coldly to the guard, "I roughly know what happened. I won't hold you accountable this time, but if there's a next time, you're out." After saying this, Yu Xiaogang looked at Xiao Feng and Tang San with a smile.

On the side, the guard quickly nodded in agreement and then scurried back to his post. Tang San, seeing Yu Xiaogang's expression, looked at Xiao Feng in confusion and asked, "Brother Xiao Feng, has he gone crazy?"

After all, just a second ago, Xiao Feng had made Yu Xiaogang spit blood, but now he was all smiles. What was that about?

"A weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken—no good intentions."

Hearing Xiao Feng's words, Tang San's gaze toward Yu Xiaogang grew more wary, and the Hidden Sleeve Arrow on his wrist was ready at a moment's notice.

Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to say something, Xiao Feng snatched the certificates from his hand and said flatly, "Xiao Sanzi, let's go. Don't bother with this loser."

"Got it, Brother Xiao Feng."

Hearing Xiao Feng's words, Tang San quickly followed, leaving Yu Xiaogang standing there like a clown.

"I..."

And so, before Yu Xiaogang could show off his proud theoretical knowledge, the two had already left. But clearly, Yu Xiaogang wasn't giving up, since Tang San and Xiao Feng were the third and fourth Twin Martial Soul holders in a hundred years, and Xiao Feng had a Mutated Martial Soul with great research value.

He, Yu Xiaogang, would never give up!

On the other side, on the road, Tang San asked again, "Brother Xiao Feng, do you know that guy?"

Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "No, but he gives me a really bad feeling. Just stay away from him. Someone that ugly, old, and weak has nothing in common with us."

Tang San took Xiao Feng's words to heart and nodded silently. "I understand, Brother Xiao Feng. I'll stay away from him."

Soon, the two arrived at the Academic Affairs Office. After some paperwork, under the contemptuous gaze of the Dean of Academic Affairs, Xiao Feng and Tang San were ushered out. In their eyes, the martial soul certificates were too fake, but since the two were just work-study students—expendable at best—they didn't bother with it.

Just like in the original story, the two were assigned to Dorm Seven. As soon as they left the Academic Affairs Office, Tang San grumbled indignantly, "Brother Xiao Feng, what was that look they gave us? They really look down on people. Are all the people in this academy the same?"

"Alright, alright. If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back? These losers will never amount to anything. Don't worry about it. Let's go. Our dorm is Dorm Seven. I want to get settled and rest properly."

The dormitory building was to the right of the teaching building, the innermost structure, visible at a glance. Dorm Seven was on the right side of the bottom floor.

Soon, the two arrived at Dorm Seven. Without a word, Xiao Feng raised his foot and kicked the door.

"Bang!" A loud crash rang out as the door to Dorm Seven was kicked open. The people inside were startled by the sudden noise. When they saw Xiao Feng and Tang San, a burly guy at the front and the others all wore angry expressions.

"What do you think you're doing? Causing trouble in our Dorm Seven!" The speaker was Wang Sheng.

Facing the angry Wang Sheng and the others, Xiao Feng grinned, showing a row of white teeth. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Xiao Feng, your new roommate. From today on, I'm in charge of Dorm Seven!"

Xiao Feng didn't waste any words and directly rolled up his sleeves, meaning if anyone disagreed, they could fight. Unable to tolerate such arrogance, Wang Sheng and the others were about to act when Tang San stopped Xiao Feng.

"Brother Xiao Feng, let me handle this. They're not worth your effort."

Seeing Tang San wanting to take over, Xiao Feng smiled and thought to himself, "Xiao Sanzi's got the right idea. Reminds me of the little followers I had in my past life."

"Alright, it's yours."

With that, Xiao Feng completely ignored everyone, walked over to a bed that looked relatively clean, lay down, and said flatly, "If you want to challenge me, beat Xiao Sanzi first." Then he yawned and closed his eyes.

His attitude was extremely arrogant and dismissive, which immediately enraged Wang Sheng and the others.

"Take this!"

Wang Sheng charged at Tang San without a second thought. Facing the reckless Wang Sheng, Tang San smiled faintly and made a gentle motion with his hand.

"Slap!"

In less than three seconds, Wang Sheng was pinned to the ground by Tang San.

"You lose."

Wang Sheng, lying on the ground, was dazed. In the blink of an eye, he was pinned. His anger instantly dissipated. Tang San's strength was beyond his imagination, and Wang Sheng wasn't one to refuse defeat, so he quickly said, "I lose."

Seeing Wang Sheng admit defeat, Tang San stood up and smiled. "Anyone else want to try?"

As soon as Tang San said this, the others, who had been boiling with anger, immediately backed down. If even the strongest, Wang Sheng, was taken down in seconds, what chance did they have?

Seeing no response, Tang San smiled again. "Then from today on, my Brother Xiao Feng is in charge of Dorm Seven."

Just then, a crisp voice rang out from outside the door of Dorm Seven.

That voice belonged to none other than Xiao Wu!