"Th-this... He got lured away that easily? Without even the slightest suspicion or hesitation?"
"A bedroll worth five Silver Soul Coins and tuition of two Gold Soul Coins per semester—altogether, he sold himself for a mere two hundred and fifty Copper Coins?"
"This rabbit really doesn't have a shred of cunning. Aren't you a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form? What have you been doing for the past hundred thousand years? Growing Soul Power but not your brains?"
Watching Xiao Wu hop around, humming happily as if she'd met a wonderful person and gotten a great bargain,
Gu Yue sighed inwardly.
Though she was indeed glad to see things turn out this way, once that cultivation method came into being, these girls would all become Xiao Tian's wings, truly granting him strength.
But seeing Xiao Wu as blank as a sheet of white paper, getting completely taken in by a simple "Of course! We're friends, after all,"
still made Gu Yue cringe. She felt like her brain had been polluted and wanted to cover her face.
You couldn't even trick a fool this badly. Couldn't you at least hesitate a little?
She could already imagine that once the idea of friendship took root, if Huang Tian made some unreasonable demands in the future under the pretext of being her friend, this foolish rabbit would have no resistance at all.
After registering, Gu Yue left on her own, reassured. Even counting the teachers, there weren't enough people in the academy who could threaten Huang Tian to fill one hand.
The dormitory was very clean. It looked as if someone had carefully tidied it before the school year began. After settling in,
Huang Tian asked Xiao Wu:
"I'm going to look around for some information and see if there's anyone or anything interesting in the academy. Want to come with me?"
Xiao Wu had been lured into the Noble Dormitory, but Tang San was still in the work-study students' dorm. He needed an excuse to go over and spar with him.
Mm, just spar.
The rabbit didn't hesitate at all. Her eyes lit up.
"Sure, sure!"
The Noble Dormitory was on the fourth floor, alongside the teachers' quarters. In fact, they were simply vacant teachers' rooms that students could rent for an additional fee.
Most students were divided into six large dormitories according to their grade, from first to sixth year. Only the work-study students were separated out into Dorm Seven.
Before long, Huang Tian lightly knocked on the door of Dorm Seven.
"Excuse me, is this the work-study students' dormitory?"
Xiao Wu said nothing, curiously looking around behind him.
The scene from the beginning of the original story had already played out in Dorm Seven. The former dorm leader, Wang Sheng, had tried to put the new students in their place,
only to be taught a lesson with a Martial Skill. Tang San had now become the new boss.
Seeing two more people arrive to register, Wang Sheng instinctively assumed Huang Tian was also a work-study student who had come to move in.
The thought briefly crossed his mind that the two didn't really look like work-study students, but he didn't dwell on it.
He poked Tang San with a finger.
"Boss, go on. Give them a warning."
Before Tang San could say anything, Huang Tian's face immediately lit up with delight. He exclaimed excitedly,
"Oh, you want to Soul Fight with me? Great! I accept your challenge.
"There isn't enough room to fight here. Let's go outside and fight in front of the door."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked straight out. After going a few dozen steps, he turned around and fixed his gaze on them, standing right where he was as he waited eagerly for Sanzi to come over.
Xiao Wu wore an excited expression too. She hurried after him at a jog. She was the carefree sort who loved both excitement and watching the excitement.
In this completely unfamiliar place, unsure of the people around him, Tang San's assassin instincts told him not to make trouble.
Keep a low profile, avoid attracting attention, observe from the shadows, find an opening, strike to kill, then slip away quietly without leaving a trace—that was what an assassin should do.
But thinking of Wang Sheng's strength just now, and how that so-called Martial Soul seemed far inferior to the Martial Skills he had cultivated, he decided it was nothing to worry about.
So he didn't refuse. He went out into the courtyard and took his place. The other work-study students crowded out behind him, their eyes shining with curiosity.
They had just witnessed how formidable Tang San was. They wondered what this newcomer had to be so confident about.
Huang Tian looked even more excited, barely able to contain his joy.
He wanted to pretend to be a Soul Fighting fanatic so he could beat up Little Scumbag under a perfectly reasonable pretext,
but he was also genuinely thrilled. This was a real fight between people—and, more importantly, Bie San was the one about to get beaten.
"Have you ever Soul Fought with anyone before?"
"No."
"Then I'll explain the rules. We'll mark out an area. Whoever is forced outside it or loses the ability to fight back loses.
"During the Soul Fighting match, you may not use anything other than your fists, feet, and Martial Soul. You may not seriously injure or cripple your opponent, and you may not continue attacking after the match ends.
"Any questions?"
"No."
As they spoke, a faint purple light quietly shone in Tang San's eyes. He had activated the Purple Demon Eye.
His opponent seemed very familiar with how Soul Fighting worked. He might be a formidable foe, so Tang San instinctively grew cautious and serious.
Huang Tian clasped his hands in greeting.
"My name is Huang Tian. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. I'm a One-Ring Soul Master in the healing system."
Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?
One-Ring?
The two words appearing together in the same sentence made everyone's faces—including Tang San's—change with surprise.
Wang Sheng and the others were astonished that someone had already obtained a Soul Ring at the very start of the school year.
Tang San, however, recalled what Grandmaster had said while misleading him at the academy entrance:
"I once investigated six hundred and forty-seven people with Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls. Only sixteen of them possessed Soul Power, a probability of less than three percent.
"Even among those sixteen, not one had Soul Power above level one.
"According to one of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that I've studied, the innate level of Soul Power is proportional to the quality of the Martial Soul.
"Blue Silver Grass is a Trash Martial Soul. It's impossible for it to awaken with Innate Full Soul Power, so you must possess another extremely powerful Martial Soul."
A storm of shock immediately surged through his heart.
This applies to Huang Tian completely, too.
Could it be that he's also...
Only Xiao Wu looked puzzled. She had no idea what everyone else found so astonishing.
After thinking about it for two seconds without figuring it out, she simply put it out of her mind and turned her attention to the Soul Fighting match that was about to begin.
After a moment of shock, Tang San copied Huang Tian and clasped his hands in greeting.
"Tang San. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. My Soul Power is level ten, and I don't have a Soul Ring."
"Innate Full Soul Power? Haha, you really are a worthy opponent. I look forward to challenging you.
"There are fewer rules when Soul Fighting in private. The arena will be a circle with a radius of twenty meters from the midpoint between us. Xiao Wu will count to three, and we'll start as soon as she says three."
"Okay."
When Xiao Wu heard that she had a part to play, she jumped excitedly. She felt completely involved.
She put her hands to her mouth and shouted the numbers in her childish voice.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The instant the word left her mouth, Tang San, who had already gathered his strength, activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and darted quickly to the right.
Huang Tian, meanwhile, seemed half a beat slow. Only after Xiao Wu had finished counting did he raise his right hand and summon Blue Silver Grass.
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