Arrogant Wang Dong

"Hey, let me declare a few things to you beforehand: there are rules to being my roommate."

Wang Dong looked at Mu Chen with an arrogant expression and continued, "First, you are not allowed to bring people into the dorm as you please. Second, you are not allowed to be shirtless in the dorm; exhibitionists are the most shameful! Third, you are not allowed to snore while sleeping at night. Fourth, you are not allowed to disturb me. Fifth, you will be responsible for cleaning the dorm."

After rattling off five rules in a row, even Wang Dong felt a bit parched.

However, when he looked at Mu Chen, the latter acted as if he hadn't heard a word, continuing to tidy up his things as if he were alone.

"Hey, are you even listening to me, you guy?"

Mu Chen turned his head to look at him, his expression indifferent. "I have no need to waste my breath on someone like you."

Wang Dong had been pampered since childhood and was used to everyone catering to him; hearing this, his temper flared instantly.

"What are you acting so high and mighty for? If you've got the guts, let's have a duel. Whoever wins, the other listens to them!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen immediately became interested.

Teaching God King Tang's little daughter a lesson right in front of him—he wondered what the old man would think.

"Fine, it's a deal. Whoever wins, the other listens to them."

At this moment, Wang Dong was only a Soul Grand Master, and even with his two thousand-year soul rings, the gap between him and Mu Chen remained vast.

Mu Chen had a hundred ways to defeat him easily.

The two arrived at the plaza in front of the dormitory, the very place where Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao had fought in the original story.

"Just so we're clear, I'm very strong. I won't be holding back later!"

Mu Chen didn't speak, merely gesturing for him to begin.

He didn't even release his martial soul, just watching Wang Dong.

Feeling the other's contempt, Wang Dong immediately released his martial soul.

Radiant Goddess Butterfly possessed him, followed by one yellow and one purple soul ring.

Set against the backdrop of this martial soul, his entire being became dazzling and colorful.

Wang Dong flapped the wings behind his back and flew toward Mu Chen.

"First soul skill, Wing Guillotine!"

The edges of the Goddess Butterfly's wings transformed into sharp blades, slashing toward Mu Chen.

At this moment, Mu Chen finally released his martial soul.

Amidst the surging of ocean waves, Wang Dong was sent flying.

Looking at the four soul rings at the other's feet, Wang Dong nearly doubted his own life.

What kind of joke was this? They were both first-year students in the outer courtyard; he only had two soul rings, yet the other had four.

What surprised Wang Dong even more was that Mu Chen's fourth soul ring was actually ten thousand years old.

After all, his own second soul ring was thousand-year level, so he hadn't been too shocked by the other having two thousand-year rings.

Wang Dong was currently at level 21 soul power, meaning Mu Chen's Soul Power Level was already double his own.

How was he supposed to fight this?

Even though Wang Dong was arrogant and believed in his own strength, he wasn't brainless.

A Soul Grand Master fighting a Soul Ancestor—wasn't that just asking for a beating?

Mu Chen wouldn't give his opponent a moment to be stunned; after all, opportunities to teach the God King's daughter a lesson were rare.

Mu Chen flashed behind Wang Dong, his speed so fast that the other couldn't even perceive it.

Mu Chen chose not to use the Trident in his hand, instead raising his right leg.

Mu Chen kicked the other right in the backside.

"Ouch!"

Wang Dong collapsed to the ground in pain, clutching his rear, his expression incredibly vivid.

Mu Chen retracted his martial soul and looked at him. "Well? Do you want to continue?"

Wang Dong was still rubbing his aching backside.

He glared at Mu Chen angrily. "Don't think you're so great just because your Soul Power Level is high. I'll catch up to you sooner or later!"

Mu Chen wasn't a child; why would he care about the other's bluster?

"We'll talk about the future later. Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

The corners of Mu Chen's mouth curled into an evil arc as he stared straight at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong crossed his arms, looking at him with vigilance.

"What are you going to do?"

Mu Chen spread his hands. "You were the one who said it—whoever wins, the other listens to them. Now, let me tell you about my rules."

Mu Chen dragged the other back into the dorm and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"First of all, you can rest assured that I am neither an exhibitionist nor do I have any interest in bringing people back to the dorm as I please, and I certainly won't be bored enough to disturb you."

Following this, Mu Chen laid out his rules: "I'm not the type to be pampered, so we'll take turns with the cleaning."

"My only rule is that from now on, you must call me Big Brother."

If it were anyone else, Mu Chen wouldn't be interested in being their big brother, but Wang Dong was a different story.

"Come on, say it once so I can hear."

Wang Dong's face flushed bright red, as if the words were incredibly difficult to utter.

But looking at Mu Chen and feeling the lingering pain in his backside, he finally spoke: "Bi... Big Brother."

His voice grew quieter toward the end.

"What was that? I didn't hear you, so it doesn't count!"

Mu Chen feigned ignorance.

Wang Dong was somewhat annoyed, but since he couldn't beat Mu Chen, he could only clench his fists and repeat himself, louder this time: "Big Brother!"

The volume was sufficient this time, so Mu Chen stopped teasing him and went back to tidying up his things.

Once he had finished packing, Mu Chen planned to head out to buy some daily necessities.

"Is there anything you need me to pick up for you? I'm heading out to buy some supplies."

"No need, Mu Chen."

"What did you call me?"

"No need, Big Brother!"

As the young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, Wang Dong was hardly lacking in supplies.

Since he didn't need anything, Mu Chen went to buy his own.

There were still two days left before school started, so there was plenty of time.

Mu Chen walked out of the academy, intending to stroll around Shrek City.

The scene inside the city was magnificent, not at all inferior to the Ming Capital.

It was just that Shrek City and the Ming Capital had different styles; one leaned toward a sense of technology, a city of metal, while the other carried a more traditional architectural style, antique and elegant.

Both cities had their own merits and unique characteristics.

Mu Chen walked into a shop that sold quilts and picked out a suitable one for himself.

Returning to the dormitory, Mu Chen saw that Wang Dong was actually working hard at meditation, seemingly spurred on by him.

Mu Chen didn't pay him any mind, laid out the quilt he had just bought, and considered his work done.

Two days later, it was the first day of school.

The two days passed in the blink of an eye, and as expected, Mu Chen and Wang Dong were in the same class.

Furthermore, their homeroom teacher was that old hag, Zhou Yi.

There was another familiar face in the classroom: Huo Yuhao.

"Before school started, those who fought, stand up."

The familiar sentence came from Zhou Yi's mouth.

Mu Chen stood up with almost no hesitation.

After a moment of hesitation, Wang Dong also stood up.

As expected, they were the only two who stood up.

"Very good. Can you tell me the reason for your fight?"

Before Wang Dong could say anything, Mu Chen spoke first: "Teacher, we were both simply unconvinced by the other, so we had a fight to decide who would be the boss of the dormitory."

"Looking at you, you're the one who ended up as the boss, right?"

"That goes without saying!"