Remember to Change the Sheets, I Have a Thing About Cleanliness!

Su Yun looked Dai Mubai up and down, deliberately letting his gaze linger at Dai Mubai's waist for three seconds. His eyes brimmed with a doctor's compassion:

"Young Master Dai, stop trying to tough it out."

"Look at those dark circles under your eyes, those unsteady steps, and listen to that weak, breathless roar you just let out."

"Isn't this a textbook case of overindulgence, a sign that your kidney essence has run dry?"

"I'm only saying this for your own good. The big suites at the Red Ocean, with their round beds and all those toys, take a lot out of you. With your little frame, I doubt you can keep up."

"You're asking for death!!"

Dai Mubai had completely lost it.

As a man, especially one who prided himself on his romantic exploits, there was nothing he could stand less than being told he couldn't perform!

Even if it was true—after all, things had been a little too frequent these past few days—it still wasn't something you said in front of everyone!

"White Tiger, Possess!"

Roar—

With an angry tiger's roar, Dai Mubai's muscles swelled in an instant, bursting through his shirt and revealing a solid chest.

Two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring, the optimal combination, pulsed beneath his feet. His powerful Soul Power sent the tables and chairs around him flying.

A level-thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder!

Among the younger generation in Suotuo City, that was certainly enough to let him throw his weight around.

"Scared now?"

Dai Mubai clenched a tiger claw that crackled and snapped. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

"Kid, get on your knees and kowtow three times. Then leave this little girl here to drink with me, and maybe I'll consider breaking only three of your legs and letting you crawl away with your life!"

His greedy gaze swept over Xiao Wu, who was hiding behind Su Yun.

The twin sisters were all right, but compared to a top-tier little beauty like this, they were nothing but cheap makeup!

"Brother Su Yun..."

Xiao Wu peeked out and looked at Dai Mubai's disgusting stare, then stuck out her tongue in disgust.

"This big tiger is so greasy! His eyes are gross, too!"

"Good girl, don't look. You might get styes."

Su Yun gently covered Xiao Wu's eyes. Then he turned around, the smile vanishing from his face and giving way to a cold, lofty expression.

Like a dragon looking down on a noisy ant.

"Three-ring Soul Elder?"

"That's what you're relying on?"

Su Yun didn't release his Martial Soul. He didn't even raise a hand.

He merely drew the Gold Soul Coin Card Qian Renxue had given him from his robe and turned it leisurely between his fingers.

"Dai Mubai, do you think having the bigger fist makes you right?"

"But in my eyes, you're nothing but a stray dog."

"Since you want to fight over the room, let's do it by the rules."

Su Yun turned to the front-desk manager, who was already too stunned to speak. His voice was calm, yet carried through the entire lobby.

"I'll pay ten times the price for this room."

The manager blinked.

"Ten... ten times?"

That was five thousand Gold Soul Coins! For one night?

Dai Mubai's face darkened.

A bidding war?

He was a prince, true, but he was in exile now. And Flender, the academy's dean, was famously stingy. Dai Mubai didn't have much money on him.

"So what if you have money? In this world, strength is what—"

"Twenty times."

Su Yun raised his bid again without even blinking.

"I'm not hitting you because I don't want to dirty my hands. But I can bury you under a mountain of money."

"Fifty times."

"You!"

Dai Mubai trembled with rage, his tiger claw digging deep into the wooden pillar beside him.

"One hundred times."

A mocking curve tugged at Su Yun's lips.

"What is it, Young Master Dai? Can't keep up?"

"Then again, how much nerve could a coward have when he doesn't dare go home or face his fiancée?"

At the mention of his fiancée, the killing intent in Dai Mubai's eyes surged to its peak.

"Shut up!!"

"I'll kill you!!"

White Tiger Light Beam!

A white pillar of light shot from his mouth straight toward Su Yun's face.

He'd completely forgotten the hotel's rules. All he wanted now was to make that foul mouth shut forever!

But just as the beam was about to hit Su Yun—

Su Yun moved.

Or rather, he simply raised the folding fan in his hand.

No Soul Ring appeared. Only a sacred, imposing golden Soul Power flashed at the tip of the fan.

"Bang!"

The seemingly terrifying White Tiger Light Beam hit the fan and popped like a bubble!

It vanished without a trace.

"What?!"

Dai Mubai's eyes widened in shock.

He'd caught a Soul Skill barehanded? Without even summoning his Martial Soul?

What level was this kid?!

Su Yun brushed at some nonexistent dust on his sleeve and looked at Dai Mubai, who stood frozen in disbelief. He spoke coolly.

"Too weak."

"Your strength and your kidneys."

"Get lost."

"This room belongs to the Su family now."

"And one more thing—"

Su Yun pointed toward the entrance.

"Someone's watching you. Though I doubt she even wants to look at you."

Dai Mubai turned around without thinking.

In the rain beyond the hotel doors, a slender figure dressed in black stood silently.

He couldn't make out her face, but her eyes, cold as winter stars, sent a chill deep into his bones.

He knew that presence down to his very core.

It was the person he had once sworn to protect, then abandoned!

"Zhu... Zhuqing?!"

Dai Mubai's voice cracked. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

Seeing this, the twin sisters tried to come over and comfort him.

"Young Master Dai, what's wrong..."

"Get lost!"

Dai Mubai shoved the sisters aside and frantically tried to straighten his tattered clothes before charging toward the entrance.

"Zhuqing! Listen to me! It's not what you think! I was just playing along! I did it for—"

But the figure in black only gave him one last, icy glance.

It wasn't anger. It wasn't disappointment.

It was the blank disregard one might give a piece of trash.

Then she turned and vanished into the endless rainy night.

"No!!!"

Dai Mubai let out a desperate roar and tried to chase after her, but his legs gave way and he dropped to his knees.

Su Yun's counterattack had injured his meridians—and fear had left him weak in the knees, too.

Watching the scene unfold, Su Yun cheerfully pulled out his Diary.

[X Year, X Month, X Day. Night.]

[Iconic-scene check-in successful.]

[Dai Mubai is on his knees. Zhu Zhuqing is gone.]

[Watching Dai Mubai try to explain and fail, all I can say is: affection that comes too late is cheaper than grass.]

[Besides, this isn't true devotion. He's only afraid of losing the tool that can help him perform the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.]

[Still, Zhuqing's got nerves of steel. She saw all that and didn't even come in to slap him twice?]

[Looks like she's truly given up on him.]

[In that case, I suppose I can take it upon myself to help her heal her broken heart.]

Su Yun closed the Diary, took Xiao Wu by the hand as she watched the show with great interest, and snapped his fingers at the manager.

"Show us the way. The Red Ocean."

"Remember to change the sheets. I have a thing about cleanliness!"