Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had no idea that, as they headed to the Academic Affairs Office, a gray-robed man had emerged from beneath the trees.
He watched the direction Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had gone, his brows knitted tightly.
"How could this be? Little San actually has Twin Martial Souls? Does he not know, or did he deliberately keep it from me?"
The gray-robed man was Tang Hao. Still unable to put his mind at ease about Tang San, he had followed him to take a look.
Then he had seen Tang San talking with Yu Xiaogang, and had also seen Tang San display his Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang Hao knew the Clear Sky Hammer's power better than anyone. It was the greatest weapon-type Martial Soul under heaven.
If Tang San received proper training, his future achievements might even surpass Tang Hao's own.
"I never expected Grandmaster to be in Nuoding City too. If he hadn't been here, Little San might have kept this from me!"
"Having Grandmaster train Little San puts my mind at ease."
"But why exactly did Little San keep it from me? Did someone put him up to it, or does he resent me?" Tang Hao wondered.
Tang Hao thought back over how he had treated Tang San these past few years and suddenly felt awkward.
Had I really treated Little San rather poorly?
But when he recalled how respectfully Tang San always acted toward him, Tang Hao decided the problem couldn't be with Tang San.
Little San is a good kid. Even if he deliberately kept this from me, someone must have led him astray! Tang Hao thought.
Li Ping'an had bought his daily necessities and stood at the entrance to Dorm Seven, but he wasn't in a hurry to go in.
He remembered that Dorm Seven had another rule: new work-study students had to fight the dorm's current boss.
"My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I don't have a Soul Ring. I'm not good at fighting!"
"So I'd better wait for Tang San. Let him fight Wang Sheng and become the boss. Surely Tang San wouldn't hit me, would he?"
Before long, Li Ping'an spotted Tang San carrying a school uniform.
"Tang San, you're finally here! That Grandmaster didn't give you a hard time, did he?"
Tang San shook his head. "No. Grandmaster took me on as his disciple. Li Ping'an, why aren't you going in?"
At the moment, he was trying to figure out what he could offer Yu Xiaogang to earn Filial Points and exchange them for Soul Power.
With Tang Hao gone, he could only think of a way to get rewards from Yu Xiaogang.
But before that, I need to find out whether Yu Xiaogang is really as incompetent as the system says!
He was someone who respected his teachers. How could he hurt his teacher for no reason?
Even in his previous life, he had never turned against his sect. Instead, he had left behind a Buddha Fury Tang Lotus he had painstakingly crafted.
"We're from the same village, so of course we should stick together. I was waiting here so we could go in together," Li Ping'an said.
Only then did Tang San remember that Old Jack had told them that morning to look out for each other.
"All right, let's go in together," Tang San said.
"You first!"
Li Ping'an stepped aside and let Tang San go ahead. Tang San didn't stand on ceremony; he pushed the door open and entered Dorm Seven.
The work-study students' dorm was fairly large, and there weren't many residents. Aside from its old furnishings, it seemed even more spacious than the other dorms.
Some of the work-study students were cultivating on their beds, some were resting, and others were chatting.
But as soon as Tang San opened the door and walked in, several students all turned to look at him.
Tang San and Li Ping'an carried school uniforms and wore shabby clothes. They were clearly dressed like work-study students.
Wang Sheng stood up and walked over. "Are you the new work-study students? I'm Wang Sheng, the boss of Dorm Seven!"
Tang San nodded. "My name is Tang San. I'm a new work-study student."
Li Ping'an chimed in as well. "My name is Li Ping'an."
Wang Sheng nodded. "Since you're work-study students, we'll follow the rules for work-study students."
"New work-study students have to fight me. Whoever loses has to accept the winner as their boss!"
"My Martial Soul is a War Tiger. What are your Martial Souls?"
Tang San shook his head. "My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. I came here to study, not to fight you!"
"My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass too!" Li Ping'an said.
Seeing that both of their Martial Souls were Blue Silver Grass, Wang Sheng decided they were pushovers. These two soft persimmons were his for the squeezing.
"What a joke. Since when did people with Blue Silver Grass start attending Soul Master Academy?"
Wang Sheng burst out laughing. He was the boss, and when he laughed, the other work-study students in the dorm joined in.
"Come on, fight me!"
Tang San shook his head and repeated, "I don't want to fight you!"
How could Wang Sheng let Tang San off? When Tang San refused, he simply reached out and shoved at Tang San's shoulder.
But Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and dodged Wang Sheng's attack with a single step.
Seeing Tang San draw Wang Sheng's attention, Li Ping'an found a bed in the corner and set down his luggage.
He made his bed as he watched the two fight.
Looks like waiting for Tang San was the right call! Li Ping'an thought.
Wang Sheng was only eleven or twelve, but as someone who cultivated a Beast Martial Soul, he was fairly tall and strong.
A two-and-a-half-level Blue Silver Grass like me, with no combat training, would have no choice but to take a beating from Wang Sheng.
Before long, Tang San used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to throw Wang Sheng onto a bed, making a complete fool of him.
"How is this possible?!" Wang Sheng's eyes reddened.
He hadn't expected that when he went to squeeze a soft persimmon, he'd find himself squeezing an iron ball instead.
Wang Sheng scrambled up from the bed and activated his War Tiger Martial Soul. Yellow Soul Power glimmered around him.
He still couldn't use Martial Soul Possession, but he could already draw on his Martial Soul's power to a limited extent.
With a tiger's roar, Wang Sheng charged at Tang San like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain.
But Tang San had ten levels of Soul Power and the Tang Sect's secret techniques from his previous life. Why would he fear a trick like that?
He tossed his school uniform onto an empty bed, lowered his hips, and used Thousand Catty Drop.
His hands turned jade-colored as he performed the Tang Sect's Mysterious Jade Hand. He pinned Wang Sheng down and gave him a forceful shove, flipping him onto the ground.
Wang Sheng's counterattack hadn't won back his pride. It had only made him lose even more face.
But he had come to his senses too. He knew there was no way he could defeat Tang San.
Wang Sheng struggled to his feet, dust covering his clothes. All the arrogance he'd started with had vanished.
After a moment's silence, he cupped his hands toward Tang San. His voice was hoarse but sincere. "I lost! From today on, you're the boss of Dorm Seven!"
Tang San shook his head. "I don't want to be anyone's boss. I just don't want trouble. Let's all get along from now on."
"No, Boss, there's something you don't understand..." Wang Sheng hurriedly explained the origins of Dorm Seven's rules to Tang San.
Li Ping'an wasn't interested in listening, so he quietly finished making his bed.
He wanted to keep a low profile, but just then, they turned their attention to him.
"Li Ping'an, you're a new work-study student too. According to the rules, you have to fight Boss Tang San!" Wang Sheng said.
"Huh? Me? I don't think that's necessary, right?" Li Ping'an shook his head.
"My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass too, and my Soul Power isn't as high as Tang San's. No matter how we fight, I'll lose!"
Li Ping'an looked at Tang San, but Tang San didn't speak. He just looked at Wang Sheng.
This Tang San—does he want to beat me up?
Li Ping'an realized he'd miscalculated. Tang San might seem uninterested in being the boss, but that was only because the time wasn't right yet.
No way. I'd rather fight Xiao Wu than Tang San! Li Ping'an decided to stall.
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