Roommate

He knew Zhou Yi's teaching methods well. They were harsh, cruel, and utterly unforgiving. In her class, students being scolded to tears was commonplace, and being punished until they vomited was nothing unusual. Her one-third elimination rate was infamous throughout the Outer Court.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor with extraordinary talent was bound to be proud. And if his temperament was even a little unruly, then in Zhou Yi's hands...

If the two of them clashed, with Zhou Yi's temper, she might really drive away his precious treasure and expel him.

The more Yan Shaozhe thought about it, the more inappropriate it seemed.

No... no.

He secretly shook his head. He still knew far too little about Lin Yaoyang and had no idea what kind of personality he had. He could not jump to conclusions.

"Where is Lin Yaoyang now?" he asked.

"He should be in the dormitory," Du Weilun said. "Should I call him over?"

Yan Shaozhe pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "No rush. Observe him in secret for a few days first. Do not alert him."

He should observe him for a few days first and get a clear grasp of Lin Yaoyang's temperament before prescribing the right remedy.

If he could truly take Lin Yaoyang as his disciple... he would be willing to break through to Rank 96 on the spot!

Yan Shaozhe stroked his chin, already beginning to scheme in his heart.

"Alright." Du Weilun nodded in acknowledgement, turned, and left the office.

Two days later.

Dusk.

In the dormitory, Lin Yaoyang sat cross-legged on his bed, meditating with his eyes closed.

Soul Power flowed slowly through his body like a warm river, surging soundlessly through his meridians.

Cultivating an ultimate attribute was indeed slower than cultivating ordinary Soul Masters, but he was in no hurry. The more solid his foundation, the farther he would be able to go in the future.

Lin Yaoyang slowly opened his eyes, settled the Soul Power within him, and glanced at the sky outside the window.

The sun was sinking in the west, and the last streak of orange-red light on the horizon was fading away.

It was time to eat.

He rose to his feet, stretched, and worked his slightly stiff neck. He had only just reached the door, his hand not yet touching the handle, when the door was pulled open from outside.

A figure appeared in the doorway.

Lin Yaoyang was slightly startled.

It was a youth—or rather, someone who looked like a youth.

Her neat short hair was an unusual pinkish-blue, and her large eyes were the same color, bright and clear like two translucent gemstones. Her skin was excessively fair, her features so exquisite she hardly seemed real, and standing there, she was almost too beautiful.

"..."

Lin Yaoyang gave her a once-over and instantly understood something.

Wait, shouldn't I have enrolled a day before Huo Yuhao? How could I still run into her?

When he had been assigned to Class One, he had already felt that something was off. He had not expected another surprise to be waiting for him.

Wang Dong was sizing him up as well.

His short orange-red hair stood out, and he was considerably taller than her. His features were upright, and he was indeed handsome and sunny-looking, but his face was written with the cold indifference of "keep strangers away."

The two stared at each other in the doorway for two seconds.

"Move," Lin Yaoyang said flatly.

"???"

Wang Dong froze.

Shouldn't that have been her line?

Since childhood, no one had ever dared speak to her in that tone!

A surge of pride rose in her heart. She glared at Lin Yaoyang and lifted her chin slightly. "You move!"

Lin Yaoyang had no intention of indulging her.

He reached out and shoved Wang Dong aside. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, just enough to make her stagger two steps. Then he walked out on his own, heading toward the stairs without looking back.

"!!!"

Wang Dong's eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at that orange-red back.

She had thought she was already arrogant enough, but she had not expected someone even more arrogant than her!

"Stop right there!"

She caught up in three quick strides and grabbed Lin Yaoyang by the sleeve. "Apologize to me!"

Lin Yaoyang stopped and turned around, looking at her expressionlessly. "Apologize? Why should I apologize?"

"You pushed me!"

"You were blocking my way." Lin Yaoyang's tone was as calm as if he were stating a fact. "I told you to move, but you didn't listen. So I made you move passively."

"Move passively?!" Wang Dong's chest heaved with anger. "What kind of logic is that?!"

Lin Yaoyang shrugged and turned to continue walking.

"Stop right there!" Wang Dong caught up again, this time directly blocking his path.

She took a deep breath and tried to make herself look more imposing. "Fine, since you're new too, I'll give you a chance. As long as you do the following, I'll forgive you. First, you're not allowed to bring people back to the dorm whenever you want. Second, you're not allowed to walk around naked in the dorm and disgust people. Third, you're not allowed to snore at night. Fourth, don't disturb me. Fifth, you'll be responsible for cleaning the dorm from now on, but don't touch my things..."

The more she spoke, the more worked up she became, her chin lifting higher and higher, as though she had already appointed herself the master of the dormitory and was setting rules for a lackey.

Lin Yaoyang listened to the end.

He chuckled and stepped forward.

At twelve, he was already over 1.8 meters tall, a full head taller than Wang Dong. As he closed in, the pressure brought by their height difference made Wang Dong instinctively take half a step back.

"Not bad rules." Lin Yaoyang looked down at her, tapped her chest with a fingertip, and spoke with casual mockery in his voice. "You can follow them from now on. If you behave well, I might reluctantly allow you to stay here."

Wang Dong froze.

She looked down at the spot on her chest he had tapped, then looked back up at Lin Yaoyang's punchable face.

Then her face turned red with a swish.

From the roots of her ears to her cheeks, she flushed crimson, as though she might start bleeding.

"Y-you, you, you..." Even her voice trembled. "Those are my rules! What gives you the right to make me follow them?!"

"Because I'm the boss, and you're the lackey." Lin Yaoyang withdrew his hand and shoved both hands into his pockets, his gaze cold as ice. "My rules are the rules."

"You're the boss? Based on what?!" Wang Dong's chest rose and fell violently as she clenched her fists. "If you've got the guts, fight me! Whoever wins gets the final say, and whoever loses listens to the other from now on!"

"Sure." Lin Yaoyang raised a brow, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Let's go."

The two left the dormitory building and stopped in the open space in front of it.

At the entrance of the dormitory building, Mu En was dozing in that worn reclining chair with his eyes narrowed. Sensing the movements of the two little ones, he slightly lifted his eyelids, and a curious gleam flashed through his murky yellow eyes.

Oh? Are they about to fight?

Interesting.

He watched with great interest.

Wang Dong stopped in the open space, turned around, and crooked a finger at Lin Yaoyang. "Come on!"

Lin Yaoyang smiled faintly and rolled his wrist. "Come on. Watch me beat you until you call me Daddy."

"You—!" Wang Dong's face turned red again, this time from anger.

She tapped the ground with the tip of her left foot and shot forward like an arrow. Her speed was astonishing, and she was incredibly agile. In the blink of an eye, she had reached Lin Yaoyang.

Her long right leg lifted high and stomped straight toward his chest!

As she raised her leg, Lin Yaoyang noticed that Wang Dong had a pair of astonishingly well-proportioned long legs.

Those are some nice legs...

The thought flashed through his mind, but his hands did not slow in the slightest.

Just as that foot was about to strike his chest, Lin Yaoyang shot out his right hand and precisely seized Wang Dong's ankle. He shifted slightly to the side, stepped forward with his left foot, and used her momentum against her, viciously slamming Wang Dong toward the ground!