So Handsome, and Such a Monstrous Soul Ring Configuration, the Psychology Committee Member Just Can't Handle It

Although her soul power was currently only at level twenty-three, that was simply because she found cultivation tedious and rarely bothered to push herself! Given her talent and the resources provided by the Clear Sky Sect, she would have long since broken through to level thirty had she truly wanted to.

In her eyes, this roommate—who looked unremarkable aside from a handsome face, a unique temperament, and an annoying way of speaking—couldn't possibly defeat her.

"Me, lose to you? Keep dreaming!" Wang Dong lifted her chin like a proud little peacock. "If I lose, I'll agree to any condition you set!"

"Is that so?" A faint curve tugged at the corner of Su Chen's mouth, one that inexplicably made Wang Dong feel a sense of danger. "Then I won't be polite."

He spoke clearly and slowly: "If I win, you polish my shoes."

Wang Dong's eyelid twitched. Polish his shoes?

Su Chen continued, "And, you have to call me 'Daddy'."

"..." The look of contempt on Wang Dong's face froze instantly. Her powder-blue eyes widened bit by bit, filled with disbelief and towering rage. Polish his shoes? Call him Daddy?!

This, this was an absolute humiliation! It was the ultimate trampling of her dignity as Wang Dong!

"You! Are! Dead!" Wang Dong growled from her throat, her knuckles cracking as she clenched her fists.

"What? Scared? Too afraid to accept?" Su Chen deliberately used a goading tactic, his tone carrying just the right amount of provocation.

"Scared?! Would I, the great me, be afraid of you?!" Wang Dong was easily triggered. She glared fiercely at Su Chen. Although she felt the bet proposed by this annoying brat was utterly absurd, the deep-seated pride in her own strength and her anger at Su Chen's "brazenness" made her accept without hesitation.

"Fine! Just as you said! I accept! Don't you dare go back on your word and beg for mercy later!"

Watching Wang Dong's indignant "you're dead" expression, Su Chen found the silly girl both infuriating and amusing, while also... a little cutely naive.

I wonder who she inherited this temper from. He thought of the flighty Xiao Wu and the possessive Tang San, shaking his head inwardly.

"The dorm is too small to move around. Shall we go to the open space outside?" Su Chen suggested.

"Exactly what I was thinking!" Not wanting to wait a second longer, Wang Dong turned and stormed out, pulling the dorm door open. Su Chen followed at a leisurely pace.

It was afternoon, and most freshmen had already moved in, with many walking around the dorm buildings to familiarize themselves with the environment. When these two newcomers, both of striking appearance and temperament, emerged—especially with Wang Dong looking so furious—they immediately drew many eyes.

The two came to a stop in the relatively spacious clearing in front of the dormitory building.

Mu En, who had been lying on a recliner appearing to be asleep, lifted his eyelids just a sliver. His cloudy gaze drifted toward the two in the center of the clearing before slowly closing again. It seemed like an unconscious glance, yet the almost imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth seemed to deepen slightly.

The crowd of onlookers gradually grew. The freshmen peered over curiously, low murmurs rising.

"Look! What are those two freshmen doing?"

"Wow! They're both so handsome! That one with the powder-blue hair... my god, how is he better-looking than a girl?"

"The one with the pale gold hair next to him has such a refined air! Are they... going to fight?"

"No idea, looks like there's some bad blood."

"Fight! Fight! Let's see the strength of this year's freshmen!"

Wang Dong scanned the growing crowd, not only failing to feel stage fright but standing even taller. She loved the feeling of being the center of attention.

She faced Su Chen, her powder-blue eyes burning with fighting spirit, her crisp voice carrying an unquestionable force: "Are you ready? Su Chen! I won't hold back!"

Su Chen remained standing calmly, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. He replied indifferently, "I suggest you use your full strength right away. Otherwise, you might... not even be qualified to make me take this seriously."

The tone was flat, but the content was arrogant to the extreme!

To Wang Dong, this was like pouring a giant bucket of hot oil onto a raging fire!

"Arrogant!" Wang Dong snapped, her pride and fury fully ignited.

But anger was one thing; Wang Dong's combat instincts were not poor. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; she understood this principle. Although this Su Chen was annoying, his composure was unlike that of an ordinary freshman; perhaps he really had some tricks up his sleeve.

To be safe, she would crush him immediately!

"Hmph! Then I'll show you whether I'm qualified to make you take this seriously!"

Wang Dong stopped talking, her eyes narrowing as her soul power surged instantly!

"Hum--!"

A brilliant and magnificent blue light erupted from her petite body! The light was not blinding, but incredibly pure and dreamlike, as if a patch of the azure starry sky had been condensed around her.

Following this, a pair of breathtaking butterfly wings, which seemed as if they shouldn't exist in the mortal world, unfurled from her back!

The wings were primarily a deep, profound azure, like the clearest deep sea. From the wing roots to the tips, the color transitioned into a bright light blue, eventually fading into a nearly transparent blue-white at the edges.

The wing frames were graceful and fluid, covered in complex and mysterious golden patterns. These patterns were not static; as soul power flowed into them, they moved like living golden streams, emitting a sacred and noble halo.

The wings spread fully, spanning over two meters. With a gentle flap, countless tiny blue and golden light particles drifted out, making Wang Dong look like a sprite descended to the mortal realm, or perhaps... the Goddess of Light.

At the same time, one yellow and one purple soul ring, both dazzling, rose from beneath her feet, rhythmically pulsing up and down around her body.

Yellow represented a century-old soul ring.

Purple represented a thousand-year soul ring!

And the second soul ring was purple! A thousand-year soul ring!

This shocking soul ring configuration was like a bombshell dropped among the watching freshmen!

"My god!! The second soul ring is a thousand-year one?! This... how is this possible?!"

"Isn't the limit for a soul master's second ring seven hundred years? How could he absorb a thousand-year ring?!"

"And that martial soul... I've never seen such a beautiful one! What kind of butterfly martial soul is this? The aura is so strong!"

"He's so handsome, and his soul ring configuration is so monstrous... I'm losing it! I feel like I've been hit by a dimensional strike!"

"What level is he exactly? Looking at this aura, it's definitely more than level twenty!"

Exclamations and discussions rose one after another. Every gaze directed at Wang Dong was filled with extreme shock, envy, and even a hint of awe. To possess such a soul ring configuration at twelve years old, her talent and background were absolutely terrifying!