Li Luo, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong were all twelve now, old enough to understand the difference between boys and girls. And they weren't short on money, so ideally, they'd each have their own room.
The receptionist eyed the four of them with some confusion. His eyes shifted, and a smile crept onto his face.
"Hello. We only have two rooms left."
The receptionist assumed Li Luo and the others had paired off, so he said there were only two rooms left.
He'd always been good at reading people. If customers came to their hotel, they were definitely after more than just a night's lodging.
Plenty of guests were too embarrassed to ask outright. They'd often hint until he told them there weren't enough rooms. He was well practiced at this sort of thing.
"All right, two rooms it is. We wanted four so we could each have our own, but since there are only two, Tang San and I can share one, and Xiao Wu and Rongrong can share the other."
Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were still only twelve-year-old little girls. Li Luo had no improper thoughts about them.
He wasn't a lolicon.
But just then, an ill-timed voice rang out.
"Hold on. Save one of those two rooms for me."
As the ill-timed voice rang out, a blond man walked into the Rose Hotel.
When the receptionist saw the blond man, he hurriedly greeted him with respect.
"Young Master Dai!"
The newcomer was Dai Mubai. He had an arm around each of two tall, alluring women, both of whom were about seven-tenths as beautiful as the ones beside Li Luo, and strode into the Rose Hotel.
"You're new here, aren't you? Didn't your manager tell you to always keep a room available for me?"
The receptionist apologized repeatedly, then turned to Li Luo and the others.
"Sorry, now we only have one room left."
Only after hearing the receptionist did Dai Mubai notice 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 gorgeous girls! Those two boys are really lucky."
Like the receptionist, Dai Mubai assumed Li Luo, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong had paired off.
But though Dai Mubai was lecherous, he wasn't the sort to steal someone else's partner.
"You four can squeeze together. I'm taking one of the two remaining rooms."
"Why should we?"
Ning Rongrong stepped forward. She was the notorious Little Demoness of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, showing her sweet, obedient side only in front of Li Luo. Dai Mubai's domineering attitude naturally brought out the Little Demoness in her.
"Exactly! We got here first. Why should you get a room? Both rooms are ours."
Xiao Wu wasn't one to be pushed around either. Seeing Ning Rongrong step up first, she refused to back down and joined her in standing up to Dai Mubai.
"Interesting. You look young, so I'm guessing you're Soul Masters too. How about this? Since we're all Soul Masters, let's settle this the way Soul Masters do."
"And you two boys in the back, don't hide behind the girls. You can come at me together. If you can beat me, you can have both rooms."
When Li Luo and Tang San heard Dai Mubai call them out, they stepped forward.
Tang San started to move up and summon his Martial Soul, but Li Luo stopped him.
"I'll handle this."
Li Luo glanced at Tang San. Understanding, Tang San nodded and obediently stepped back without a word of protest.
Li Luo stepped forward, and three Soul Rings slowly rose beneath him.
Purple, purple, purple.
Three Thousand-Year Soul Rings.
Xiao Wu had also advanced to Soul Elder, so the Soul Ring representing her had naturally turned purple as well.
Ning Rongrong had started cultivating a little later and was only level twenty-nine, but her physical strength 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, the one representing Tang San, was much darker than the other two.
Tang San was already level thirty-five. The Soul Ring representing him was a full six thousand years old. That meant when Tang San reached level forty, even without any outside help, he could achieve a Ten Thousand Year Fourth Ring—as long as he could withstand the mental impact of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Then a Blue Silver King appeared in his right hand. It wasn't an ordinary Blue Silver King, but a Prismatic Blue Silver King stained with rainbow colors.
"Li Luo, level forty Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."
Li Luo still found Tang San's Blue Silver King the easiest to use.
Xiao Wu's Soft Bone Charming Jade Rabbit had greater offensive power, but Li Luo didn't want to fight Dai Mubai at close range. It would be undignified.
And Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was a support-type Martial Soul with no combat ability.
So in the end, Li Luo chose Tang San's Blue Silver King.
"Level forty! Three Thousand-Year Soul Rings, Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Please advise me!"
Dai Mubai recognized every word Li Luo had said on its own, but strung together in a sentence, they were so unbelievable that he could hardly trust his ears.
"What the hell? A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? You can cultivate Blue Silver Grass to level forty?"
"And what's with those three purple Soul Rings? I'm not seeing things, am I? Those are three Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"
Dai Mubai was puzzled, but Li Luo's level and Soul Rings didn't scare him.
In his eyes, Blue Silver Grass was nothing but a worthless Trash Martial Soul. So what if it was level forty? So what if it had three Thousand-Year Soul Rings?
His Martial Soul was the top-tier Beast Martial Soul, White Tiger. A mere Blue Silver Grass could be snapped with a tug.
Dai Mubai stamped on the floor and let out a roar toward the ceiling.
"Roar!"
"White Tiger Possession!"
Then three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose beneath him one after another, and the phantom image of a White Tiger appeared behind him.
"Dai Mubai, level thirty-seven Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul: White Tiger. Please advise me!"
The receptionist hurried over. He grabbed Li Luo by the arm and shook it.
As for why he didn't grab Dai Mubai's arm, the reason was simple: Dai Mubai's White Tiger Possession frightened him.
"You two, please don't fight here! This little business can't take the beating!"
If they really damaged the Rose Hotel, the manager would take it out on a lowly receptionist like him. So as soon as he saw Li Luo and Dai Mubai about to fight, he hurried to stop them.
Dai Mubai scoffed at this. Born into royalty, he'd always looked down on ordinary people for being so stingy.
But he wasn't so arrogant as to pick a fight with an ordinary man over it, so he made a bold promise.
"I, Young Master Dai, will cover all the damage today."
Hearing Dai Mubai's promise, the receptionist breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly thanked him twice, then stepped aside.
He left Li Luo and Dai Mubai to the battlefield.
"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"
Seeing that Li Luo was superior in both level and Soul Ring configuration, Dai Mubai didn't dare take him lightly. He struck first.
He opened with his second Soul Skill, sending an energy wave hurtling toward Li Luo.