Only One Room Left

At this point, Li Luo, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong were all twelve-year-old youths who had reached an age where they should be conscious of gender, and since they were not short on money, it was best for each to have their own room.

The receptionist looked at the four people before him with some confusion, his eyes darting around as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Greetings, our hotel only has two rooms left."

The receptionist assumed that the four of them were two couples, which was why he claimed only two rooms remained.

He had always been quite perceptive; since customers came to their hotel, it was never just for a simple night's stay.

There were many guests who were too embarrassed to speak up and often hinted for him to say there were no rooms left, a task he performed with practiced ease.

Fine, two rooms it is. The reason I wanted four was for convenience and privacy, but since there are only two, I'll just squeeze into one with Tang San, and Xiao Wu and Rongrong can share the other.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were still just twelve-year-old little girls, and Li Luo had no wicked intentions.

He was certainly no lolicon.

However, just at that moment, an untimely voice rang out.

"Wait, you must reserve one of those two remaining rooms for me."

Following the intrusive voice, a blonde man walked into the Rose Hotel.

Seeing the blonde man, the receptionist hurriedly said with respect.

"Young Master Dai!"

The person who arrived was none other than Dai Mubai, who was currently walking into the Rose Hotel with a swagger, one arm draped around a tall, enchanting woman with a face that was at least a seven out of ten.

"Are you new here? Did your manager not tell you that you must always keep a room reserved for me in this hotel?"

The receptionist apologized repeatedly, then looked toward Li Luo and the others.

"My apologies, there is now only one room left."

Hearing the receptionist's words, Dai Mubai finally noticed the others present. He steadied himself and looked at Li Luo, but his gaze was quickly drawn to Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong beside him.

Dai Mubai licked his lips.

"What fine chicks! These two brats have quite the good fortune."

Like the receptionist, Dai Mubai assumed that Li Luo, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong were two pairs of couples.

However, although Dai Mubai was lecherous, he did not have the malicious habit of stealing what others favored.

"The four of you can just squeeze together; I'll take one of the two remaining rooms."

"On what grounds!"

The one who stepped forward was Ning Rongrong. She was the notorious Little Demoness of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, showing her obedient and cute side only in front of Li Luo, but Dai Mubai's arrogance naturally ignited the Little Demoness's true nature.

"Exactly! We were clearly here first. Why should we give you a room? Both rooms belong to us."

Xiao Wu was no pushover either. Seeing Ning Rongrong step out first, she refused to be outdone and stood up to Dai Mubai.

"Interesting. Seeing as you are all so young, you must be Soul Elders, right? How about this: since we are all soul masters, let's resolve this the way soul masters do."

"You two boys in the back, don't hide behind the girls. Come at me together. As long as you can defeat me, both rooms are yours."

Hearing Dai Mubai calling them, Li Luo and Tang San stepped forward.

Tang San wanted to take a step ahead to summon his martial soul, but was stopped by Li Luo.

"I'll handle this."

Li Luo gave Tang San a look. Tang San understood and nodded, obediently stepping back without any objection.

Li Luo stepped forward, and three soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Purple, Purple, Purple.

Three thousand-year soul rings.

Now that Xiao Wu had also advanced to a Soul Elder, the age of the soul ring representing her naturally turned purple as well.

As for Ning Rongrong, she had started a bit later and was only at level twenty-nine, but her physical constitution had already reached the thousand-year level, so the soul ring representing her was also a purple thousand-year soul ring.

The first thousand-year soul ring representing Tang San was much deeper in color than the other two.

Tang San was already at level thirty-five, and the age of the soul ring representing him was a full 6,000 years. This meant that once Tang San reached level forty, even without the help of any external objects, as long as he could withstand the mental shock of a ten-thousand-year soul ring, he could achieve a ten-thousand-year fourth ring.

Following this, a Blue Silver King appeared in his right hand—not an ordinary Blue Silver King, but a Prismatic Blue Silver King dyed with colors.

"Li Luo, level forty assault-type battle soul master, martial soul Blue Silver Grass."

Li Luo still felt that Tang San's Blue Silver King was the most comfortable to use.

Although Xiao Wu's Soft Bone Charming Jade Rabbit had stronger attack power, Li Luo did not want to engage in close-quarters combat with Dai Mubai; it would be beneath his dignity.

And Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was an auxiliary-type martial soul with no combat power.

Therefore, Li Luo ultimately chose Tang San's Blue Silver King.

"Level forty! Three thousand-year soul rings, Blue Silver Grass martial soul—please enlighten me!"

Dai Mubai recognized every word Li Luo said individually, but when these phrases were strung together into a complete sentence, he found it truly hard to believe what his ears were hearing.

"What the hell? Blue Silver Grass martial soul? Can Blue Silver Grass even be cultivated to level forty?"

"And what the hell are those three purple spirit rings of his! I didn't misread that, did I? They're three thousand-year spirit rings!"

Dai Mubai felt a flicker of doubt, yet he was not intimidated by Li Luo's spirit rings or his rank.

In his eyes, Blue Silver Grass was nothing more than a trash martial soul; so what if he was level forty, and so what if he possessed three thousand-year spirit rings?

His own martial soul was the top-tier beast martial soul, White Tiger—a mere Blue Silver Grass would snap at the slightest tug.

Dai Mubai stomped his feet against the floor and let out a roar toward the ceiling.

"Awoo!"

"White Tiger Possession!"

Following this, three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose from beneath him in sequence, and the phantom of a white tiger manifested behind him.

"Dai Mubai, level 37 assault-system battle spirit master, martial soul White Tiger. Please, enlighten me!"

At this moment, the receptionist hurried over and grabbed Li Luo's arm, shaking it.

As for why he didn't grab Dai Mubai's arm, there was no other reason than the obvious: the receptionist was terrified by the sight of Dai Mubai in his White Tiger Possession state.

"My two lords, please, you absolutely cannot fight here! This small business cannot withstand your tossing and turning."

If the Rose Hotel were truly destroyed, the hotel manager would surely take it out on him, a lowly receptionist, so he rushed to intervene the moment he saw Li Luo and Dai Mubai about to clash.

Dai Mubai looked on with utter disdain; born of royalty, he had always looked down upon the way commoners clung so tightly to their wealth.

However, his pride did not stoop so low as to bicker with a commoner, so he made a grand promise.

"All damages incurred today will be covered by me, Young Master Dai."

Hearing Dai Mubai's words, the receptionist breathed a sigh of relief, offered a quick word of thanks, and retreated.

He left the battlefield to Li Luo and Dai Mubai.

"Second spirit skill, White Tiger Intense Light Wave."

Seeing that Li Luo's rank and spirit ring configuration were both superior to his own, Dai Mubai dared not be arrogant and chose to strike first.

He opened with his second spirit skill, sending an energy blast hurtling toward Li Luo.