The Mysterious Grandmaster

Night fell, and Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy gradually grew quiet.

The dim lights in Dorm Seven had been extinguished, and the dozen or so work-study students had long since curled up in their tattered bedding in their respective corners, eyes shut tight.

The night wind outside whistled as it blew through the gaps in the dilapidated windows.

Yet, within the entire dormitory, there wasn't even a loud cough; no one dared to provoke the large bed in the innermost corner.

Ever since Wang Sheng had been smashed into the wall, the rules of Dorm Seven had been firmly established.

Su Yu was the absolute king here, and no one dared to challenge his status.

Those usually mischievous work-study students now walked on tiptoe, and when sleeping, they did their best to turn their backs to that direction, terrified that the sound of them tossing and turning might disturb their boss's rest.

Every day when it came to meals or fetching water, someone would proactively line up or carry bowls for Su Yu, fearing they might not serve him well enough.

On the large bed in the innermost corner, Su Yu sat cross-legged in the center, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

Tang Wu, sitting to his left, and Xiao Wu, to his right, opened their eyes at the same time.

After these few days of diligent cultivation, coupled with the powerful assistance of that bottle of Intermediate Soul Power Potion, the soul power of all three had steadily reached the ten-level bottleneck.

"Brother Yu, I feel like the soul power in my body can't hold any more; my meridians feel a bit swollen."

Tang Wu whispered, her voice filled with unconcealable excitement.

Having grown up in Holy Soul Village, she had never dreamed that she would one day reach level ten so quickly.

She raised her right hand, and the mutated Blue Silver Grass in her palm emitted faint golden veins, its life force far stronger than it had been before.

"Me too."

Xiao Wu stretched, revealing her astonishing flexibility. "No matter how I circulate the soul power in my body, I can't increase it by even a fraction. It's time to obtain our first soul rings."

Although Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had chosen to re-cultivate, her current body was only six years old; to continue growing stronger, she still required the support of soul rings.

She looked at her own hands, a flicker of complex emotion crossing her eyes.

Su Yu nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two girls. "Tomorrow morning, we'll go to the academy to get the certificates and prepare to head to the Soul Hunting Forest. Once you obtain your first soul rings and break through this bottleneck, you will officially become Soul Masters."

Hearing this, Tang Wu's large eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Xiao Wu, however, pursed her lips, seemingly holding her own unique views on hunting soul beasts, but she didn't say much, merely silently smoothing out the hem of her clothes.

When it was time for bed, the nightly tradition of Dorm Seven—the battle for favor—erupted right on schedule.

Tang Wu had just finished bathing, and a faint mist of water still clung to her.

She wore a thin white nightgown, the fabric clinging tightly to her skin, which had become fair and rosy after her marrow-cleansing.

With practiced ease, she occupied the spot to Su Yu's left first, pressing against him like a docile kitten.

Not only that, but Tang Wu also stretched out her fair, delicate jade-like feet, clamping them tightly around Su Yu's thigh like vines, terrified that someone else might snatch him away.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu refused to be outdone.

"You girl, you're stuck to him all day long—aren't you hot?"

Xiao Wu snorted coldly.

Relying on the advantage of her height and long legs, her slender, straight legs crossed directly over Su Yu's body, forcing their way into the bedding on the right.

She didn't just occupy the space; she deliberately leaned her head over, the pair of furry rabbit ears on her head brushing against Su Yu's cheek, bringing a tingling, numbing sensation.

The two girls glared at each other through the dim light, with Su Yu between them.

"Why are you squeezing over? Brother Yu's left side is mine!"

Tang Wu did not yield, her voice soft and sweet but her tone resolute. "I was the one Brother Yu brought from the village; what right do you, a latecomer, have to fight me for him?"

"Who made that rule? This bed is so big, I'll sleep wherever I want."

Xiao Wu glared with her watery eyes, her bossy temperament fully on display. "Strength speaks for itself. Can you beat me? What Brother Yu needs is someone who can help him fight, not a drag who only knows how to cry."

"You're lying! I can protect Brother Yu too!"

Tang Wu grew anxious, her small hands clutching Su Yu's clothes tightly.

The two began to struggle in secret under the covers, their bodies constantly rolling.

Their short skirts became a mess from the tugging and friction, the hems rolling up to the tops of their thighs and revealing large patches of snow-white skin.

Su Yu was sandwiched tightly in the middle.

To his left was Tang Wu's warmth and softness; to his right was Xiao Wu's astonishing elasticity.

The tip of his nose was filled with two distinct scents of young girls—one fresh and elegant, the other carrying a faint milky fragrance.

Su Yu found it difficult even to turn over; the slightest movement would result in him touching places he shouldn't.

He looked at the ceiling helplessly and let out a long sigh.

These two girls never gave him a moment's peace; if he were to take on a few more fighters in the future, this dormitory would likely be torn down.

Just as the two continued their secret struggle over who could hold Su Yu's arm, Su Yu finally reached his limit.

He reached out with both hands, pressing his left hand onto Tang Wu's head and his right onto Xiao Wu's, forcibly pushing them back onto their pillows to suppress the commotion.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep, right now."

Su Yu's voice was not loud, but it carried absolute authority, "Whoever moves again will stay in the dormitory tomorrow and won't be following us to the Soul Hunting Forest."

Hearing this threat, the two girls finally quieted down, looking aggrieved.

Tang Wu bit her lower lip, while Xiao Wu puffed out her cheeks; although neither was convinced, neither dared to defy Su Yu's order again, and they could only obediently close their eyes.

Early the next morning, warm sunlight spilled into Dorm Seven through the dilapidated windows.

The work-study students rose early, busy washing up and cleaning the room.

Su Yu and the two girls also finished washing and tidying their clothes, preparing to head out to find an instructor to issue their permits.

Just then, a flurry of noisy footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor outside Dorm Seven, accompanied by the fawning compliments of several academy instructors.

"Grandmaster, please walk slowly; the Dean has already prepared premium tea in his office waiting for you."

"Indeed, Grandmaster, your presence to guide the work here at our Nuoding Academy truly brings great honor to our institution."

The instructors' voices were extremely loud, as if they feared others wouldn't hear their enthusiasm.

Wang Sheng came running in from outside, panting heavily.

Drenched in sweat, he leaned in close to Su Yu, acting mysterious.

"Boss! There's a situation outside!"

Wang Sheng lowered his voice, his tone full of surprise as he gestured wildly, "A big shot has arrived at the academy! Even the Dean went to the main gate to welcome him personally; his attitude was even more respectful than when he meets the City Lord."

Su Yu adjusted his cuffs and asked casually, "What kind of big shot?"

"It's said that this big shot has immense prestige in the field of martial soul theory and knows a great deal. The teachers and the Dean in the academy all call him Grandmaster."

Wang Sheng swallowed hard, spilling out all the information he had gathered.

Hearing the word "Grandmaster," Xiao Wu, standing nearby, furrowed her brows slightly.

She felt the title was somewhat familiar, as if it occupied a certain place in her memories from a past life, but she couldn't recall the specific details for the moment.

As for Su Yu, a flash of cold golden light quietly flickered in the depths of his eyes.