Another Preventive Shot! Dormitory Seven! Attack! Boss!

"Huang Fei, are you coming or not?"

Tang San's voice drifted back from ahead, carrying a hint of helplessness.

Huang Fei stood at the entrance of the dormitory area, his gaze following the direction where that black-clad figure had vanished, as if lost in thought.

"Coming, coming." He replied, quickening his pace to catch up.

The two walked side by side along the path leading to Dormitory Seven, the ginkgo leaves crunching softly beneath their feet.

Tang San couldn't help but glance back at the direction Huang Fei had been staring at, asking curiously, "What were you looking at just now? Is there something special about that person?"

Huang Fei's footsteps faltered slightly.

Tang San had brought up Yu Xiaogang on his own; this was an opportunity.

He thought for a moment and decided to take this chance to give Tang San a heads-up.

Some things were better said sooner rather than later.

Once Yu Xiaogang actually approached them, putting on that air of a worldly expert and bamboozling people with a bunch of pseudo-theories, it would be difficult to set things straight.

"San, let me tell you something."

Huang Fei lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

Seeing his mysterious demeanor, Tang San couldn't help but slow his pace, leaning in to listen.

"If someone ever tries to convince you to take your Blue Silver Grass down a poison-control path, and wants you to take them as your master, you must think twice."

Huang Fei's voice was soft, but every word was clear: "Don't get fooled."

Tang San froze, his steps stuttering.

This had come out of nowhere, completely lacking context.

What poison-control path?

Who would want him as a disciple?

They had only just arrived at the academy and didn't even know a single teacher; why was Huang Fei suddenly talking about this?

"Why are you suddenly saying this?"

Tang San frowned, feeling puzzled.

"I'm just giving you a heads-up in advance."

Huang Fei waved his hand, his tone casual.

"Think about it. Both of our martial souls are Blue Silver Grass, recognized across the continent as trash martial souls. Yet, we both have Innate Full Soul Power. You won't find many combinations like that in the entire world."

Tang San nodded; he understood this logic.

A trash martial soul paired with top-tier talent—such a contradictory existence was bound to attract attention.

"So, some so-called experts are bound to come knocking," Huang Fei continued. "They'll pull out a stack of research data, telling you how the Blue Silver Grass should be developed, how to choose soul rings, and how to forge a path for a trash martial soul to make a comeback."

Tang San listened, lost in thought.

"I'm not saying these people are all frauds," Huang Fei shifted his tone. "But what they say isn't necessarily correct. Or rather, it might not be suitable for you."

"So you mean..." Tang San slowed his speech, as if digesting Huang Fei's words.

"I mean, if someone wants to take you as a disciple, you must ask them a few questions first."

Huang Fei held up a finger. "First, what is the essence of the Blue Silver Grass? Where does its core advantage lie?"

"Second, what path should the Blue Silver Grass take? Is it control, poison, or something else?"

"Third, does their development strategy for the Blue Silver Grass have a theoretical basis? Are there any successful precedents?"

Tang San stopped walking entirely.

He stood in place, looking earnestly into Huang Fei's eyes.

Huang Fei was speaking very seriously; he didn't seem to be joking.

And thinking about it carefully, these words were indeed reasonable.

One shouldn't blindly trust someone just because they have a big reputation or speak eloquently.

Especially regarding the development of one's own martial soul, which concerned the entire future of one's cultivation path—one couldn't just be led by the nose.

"You're right." Tang San nodded, his expression solemn. "These things should indeed be researched by oneself, rather than just listening to what others say."

"It's not that you can't listen to others," Huang Fei corrected. "But after listening, you must verify it yourself. There are many books on basic knowledge in the library. Build a solid foundation first, and then you'll be able to distinguish truth from falsehood regardless of what others say."

Tang San smiled.

He felt that Huang Fei was exceptionally... reliable today.

To think that the usual slacker who only knew how to eat and sleep could say something so profound—it was as if the sun had risen in the west.

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind." Tang San patted Huang Fei on the shoulder. "If someone really wants to take me as a disciple in the future, I'll make sure to ask those questions clearly first."

Huang Fei nodded with satisfaction.

With the seal stamped, it remained to be seen if Yu Xiaogang could continue to bluff his way through later.

The two continued walking forward, and Dormitory Seven was not far ahead.

It was a two-story building with grey bricks and tiles, its outer lime plaster peeling away in large patches to reveal the mottled masonry beneath.

An old locust tree stood in front of the building, its trunk twisted and crooked like a hunchbacked old man.

A wooden sign hung by the entrance, inscribed with two characters.

Dormitory Seven.

Tang San pushed open the Space Gate, with Huang Fei following behind.

The moment the door cracked open, a gust of wind lunged out from within.

A fist flew straight toward Tang San's face.

Tang San's reaction was lightning fast; his body dodged to the side almost instinctively, while simultaneously reaching out to shove Huang Fei.

Huang Fei stumbled back two steps, hitting the doorframe and letting out an "Ouch."

Tang San had already evaded the sneak attack, his footwork shifting as he unleashed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

He drifted to the attacker's side like a wisp of smoke.

He kicked out, landing squarely on the opponent's waist.

The attacker let out a muffled grunt, retreating several steps and knocking over a bed before barely managing to steady himself.

Huang Fei leaned against the doorframe, patting his chest.

In truth, he had been prepared all along.

As a transmigrator, the plot was etched into his brain.

Wang Sheng, the boss of Dormitory Seven, liked to give newcomers a rough welcome; it was a scene straight out of the original work.

The moment Tang San pushed him, he had intended to dodge as well.

After all, he knew everything Tang San knew, and he could dodge anything Tang San could dodge.

Furthermore, his cultivation was ten levels higher than Tang San's.

However, being pushed by someone and dodging on one's own felt different.

Tang San's subconscious act of pushing him aside to protect him warmed Huang Fei's heart.

Tang San did not notice Huang Fei's expression; his attention was entirely focused on the person before him.

The attacker was a boy of about ten, looking sturdy and thick-headed with dark skin, his build much stronger than his peers.

He climbed up from the floor clutching his waist, grimacing, but he did not appear to be injured.

"Who are you? Why the sneak attack?" Tang San's voice was not loud, but it carried a questioning tone.

The boy rubbed his waist, and instead of getting angry, he grinned.

"Not bad, not bad, your reactions are quite fast." He brushed the dust off his body and stood straight. "My name is Wang Sheng, and I am the current boss of this Dormitory Seven."

"Boss?" Tang San frowned.

"This is the rule of our Dormitory Seven."

Wang Sheng assumed a combat stance, clenching his fists as the faint phantom of a fierce tiger emerged behind him.

His martial soul: War Tiger.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.

War Tiger, a beast martial soul; at a glance, it seemed quite powerful.

At least, it had the presence of one.

Perfect, let him see what kind of caliber the youths of this world were made of.