The Purple Ring Slaps the Grandmaster in the Face, and Xiao Wu Says She Doesn't Know Tang San

Tang San stopped in the doorway.

He had assumed the work-study students' dormitory would be run-down.

From what his father, Tang Hao, had told him, work-study students had no money or connections, and most had to scrape by on their own at the academy.

But there was no way the courtyard before him could be called run-down.

The main room had soft beds, a fruit platter, hot tea, and clean curtains hanging by the window.

The side room was also far more spacious than an ordinary dormitory.

Was this really where work-study students lived?

Tang San carried a small bundle on his back, feeling a little more cautious.

Notting Academy's rules seemed quite different from what he had expected.

When Wang Sheng saw Tang San, he immediately stood up straighter.

"New here? First, get to know everyone."

He raised a hand and pointed to Su Hang, seated in the main spot.

"This is Boss Su. What he says goes in Dorm Seven."

The other work-study students nodded along.

"Right, Boss Su."

"From now on, the work-study students listen to Boss Su."

Tang San looked at Su Hang.

The boy seemed about his age. He sat there without putting on airs, yet there was a force about him that pressed down on everyone around him.

Tang San had practiced the Mysterious Heaven Skill for years and was keenly attuned to changes in a person's aura.

The power within Su Hang was heavy, carrying the oppressive presence unique to a Beast Martial Soul, yet it was even more domineering than an ordinary Beast Martial Soul.

A dragon type?

The thought flashed through Tang San's mind.

Before he could speak, Xiao Wu set down the fruit in her hand and edged half a step behind Su Hang.

It wasn't a big movement, but everyone in the room saw it.

Tang San saw it too.

He didn't recognize the girl in pink.

Since they were both new students, they would probably be in the same work-study circle. There was no need to start off on the wrong foot.

Tang San nodded to Xiao Wu.

"Hello, I'm Tang San."

Xiao Wu lifted her chin and gave him a curt reply.

"We don't know each other."

The work-study students glanced at one another, but no one dared to speak.

Tang San's raised hand hung in the air for a moment before he quickly lowered it.

That reaction wasn't normal.

They had just met, yet she was already wary of him, even deliberately moving closer to Su Hang.

He hadn't offended her.

Had Su Hang said something to her beforehand?

Tang San filed the matter away and didn't press her further.

He turned to Wang Sheng.

"Where do I sleep?"

Wang Sheng was just about to arrange it when Xiao Chenyu squeezed out from beside the wall.

His face was still swollen, and he wasn't walking steadily, but as soon as he heard that Tang San was also a work-study student, he jumped at the chance to show off.

"Over there."

Xiao Chenyu pointed to the bed in the far corner of the side room.

"The bed by the door is empty. It's yours."

It was far from the window, and the door let in a draft. It was clearly the worst spot.

Tang San glanced at Xiao Chenyu.

Xiao Chenyu immediately puffed out his chest, sneaking a look toward Su Hang.

The gesture was too obvious.

Tang San didn't argue.

"That's fine."

He set his bundle on the bed in the corner and started making it.

Xiao Wu sat back down by the soft bed near the window and swung her legs.

"Brother Su Hang, he sure knows how to put up with things."

Su Hang lifted his teacup and took a sip.

"People who can endure usually remember things more clearly."

Tang San didn't stop making his bed.

He had heard that.

Yu Xiaogang had been standing outside the door without hurrying in.

He had been observing ever since he entered the courtyard.

Many teachers at the academy knew what sort of person Xiao Chenyu was.

The city lord's son, spoiled and arrogant.

But now he was standing obediently by the wall, even giving up the room.

It could only mean one thing.

The boy called Su Hang had subdued him.

Yu Xiaogang stepped into the room. He first looked at Tang San, then turned to Su Hang.

"You're Su Hang?"

Su Hang set down his teacup.

"What do you want?"

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, assuming the air of an academy teacher.

"I heard from the teacher on night duty that something happened in Dorm Seven tonight."

"Have you completed your Martial Soul Awakening?"

"I have."

"And your Spirit Ring?"

"One."

The room fell silent.

The work-study students had already seen it.

Xiao Chenyu had even been forced to his knees by that Spirit Ring. Just hearing the word now made his legs feel weak.

Tang San paused in the middle of unpacking.

One Spirit Ring?

They were all new students this year.

He had only just arrived at the academy today, yet Su Hang already had a Spirit Ring?

Yu Xiaogang stared at Su Hang.

"How old are you?"

"Six."

"Six years old, and you have a Spirit Ring?"

Yu Xiaogang fell silent for a few moments, then shook his head.

"A new student just entering a junior academy couldn't have completed Soul Hunting so quickly."

"Even if your family arranged everything in advance, you'd still have to go through Spirit Hall registration and the process of obtaining a Soul Beast."

"You say you have a Spirit Ring, but you'd better not make things up."

Xiao Wu hadn't wanted to deal with Yu Xiaogang.

But when she heard him question Su Hang, she immediately jumped down from the bed.

"What gives you the right to say Brother Su Hang is making things up?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at her.

"Little girl, I only care about the facts."

Xiao Wu snorted.

"The fact is, Brother Su Hang's First Spirit Ring is purple."

The room went quiet.

Tang San's hand froze on his bundle.

Purple?

A Thousand-Year Soul Ring?

As a First Spirit Ring?

Before Tang San had come to Notting, Tang Hao had taught him the basics of Soul Masters.

The safest choice for a First Spirit Ring was a hundred-year one.

For a newly awakened Soul Master to obtain a thousand-year ring was practically suicide.

Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened too.

"Purple?"

He took two steps forward.

"Are you sure?"

Xiao Wu raised her chin even higher.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"Xiao Chenyu saw it too."

Xiao Chenyu didn't dare hesitate. He hurriedly nodded.

"I saw it. It was purple—really purple."

"When Boss Su released it, my White Wolf Martial Soul scattered on the spot."

Yu Xiaogang paid Xiao Chenyu no mind. His full attention was on Su Hang.

He had studied Martial Souls for years, and theory mattered most to him.

A thousand-year First Spirit Ring directly challenged the limits of Spirit Ring absorption he had established in his research.

If it was true, the boy must be of immense value to his research.

Yu Xiaogang took another step forward.

"Su Hang, release your Martial Soul and Spirit Ring."

"I want to examine your information."

Su Hang raised his head.

"You want to?"

Yu Xiaogang failed to hear the mockery in those words and continued.

"Spirit Master Theory can't be built on rumors alone."

"Your case is highly unusual. If I can examine your Martial Soul, Soul Power fluctuations, and Spirit Ring Age, perhaps I can improve the Soul Master World's understanding of the limits of Spirit Ring absorption."

Xiao Wu immediately stepped in front of Su Hang.

"Who are you?"

"What gives you the right to use Brother Su Hang as an experiment?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened.

"My name is Yu Xiaogang. I'm a teacher at this academy."

"People also call me the Grandmaster."

Su Hang gave a laugh.

He was already sick of hearing that title.

"Grandmaster?"

"You can't even break through to Soul Grandmaster, and you dare use my Martial Soul for your research?"

Yu Xiaogang's body tensed.

Every work-study student in the room lowered their head, afraid to say a word.

Tang San stopped what he was doing and looked at Su Hang.

Su Hang rose from his chair and walked up to Yu Xiaogang.

They were about the same height, but their presence was on entirely different levels.

"My Martial Soul isn't for some good-for-nothing to experiment on."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid.

In all his life, nothing bothered him more than people bringing up his cultivation.

He could argue when people challenged his theories.

But when they trampled on his cultivation, he had no way to answer.

Because he had indeed been stuck at level twenty-nine for years.

Tang San spoke up.

"You've gone too far."

Su Hang turned to look at him.

"Was I wrong?"

Tang San didn't answer.

Yu Xiaogang raised a hand to stop Tang San.

"Forget it."

He suppressed his emotions and didn't continue arguing with Su Hang.

This child was too special.

A purple First Spirit Ring, a dragon-type Martial Soul, and the ability to subdue Xiao Chenyu.

Picking a fight with him rashly wasn't worth it.

Yu Xiaogang took half a step back and turned his attention to Tang San.

When Tang San had packed his belongings just now, his movements had been steady, and he'd kept his Soul Power well concealed.

Most importantly, Yu Xiaogang had sensed a very unusual aura from Tang San.

Blue Silver Grass?

If it was Blue Silver Grass, yet his Innate Soul Power wasn't low, then that was very interesting.

Yu Xiaogang took out the enrollment register and flipped to Tang San's page.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Innate Full Soul Power?"

Tang San nodded.

"Yes."

Yu Xiaogang's thoughts came alive at once.

Blue Silver Grass, a Trash Martial Soul like that, could actually have Innate Full Soul Power.

This aligned perfectly with one of the theories he'd been developing for many years.

Perhaps this child was the one who could prove his theory.

Su Hang wasn't cooperating, but Tang San had just enrolled, had no background, and had a special Martial Soul.

Suitable.

Perfectly suitable.

Yu Xiaogang closed the register.

"Come with me. There are a few things I'd like to ask you."

Tang San glanced at Su Hang and Xiao Wu. Then he picked up the small cloth bag beside his bundle and followed Yu Xiaogang out of the room.

Xiao Wu grabbed Su Hang's sleeve again and muttered under her breath,

"Brother Su Hang, he isn't really going to become that Grandmaster's disciple, is he?"

Watching them leave, Su Hang sneered inwardly.

He hadn't expected Yu Xiaogang to learn about Blue Silver Grass here, rather than from the gatekeeper in this world.

But that iconic scene of becoming a disciple had still arrived.