Punching the Southern Mountain Elderly Home, Kicking the Nuo Ding Kindergarten

"I don't know, it seems like some 'Grandmaster' from outside?"

"Grandmaster? Just him?"

"Maybe... probably... self-proclaimed, I guess."

"Tsk tsk, fifty years old and only level twenty-nine, and he has the nerve to call himself a Grandmaster. I'm thirty-one this year and I'm already level thirty-two."

"Don't even get me started, his Martial Soul really is a pig. I saw something pink smoking from a distance."

"The farting kind?"

"Yeah, exactly that kind."

"Pfft—"

"Who is that kid? He's amazing, he left that so-called Grandmaster speechless."

"Seems like a new Work-Study Student named Su Mo."

"A Work-Study Student? With that seven-foot-two frame? You're telling me he's a Work-Study Student?"

"He usually shrinks down; he only got that big when he hit the gatekeeper."

"Hit the gatekeeper? Which gatekeeper?"

"The one at the entrance, Wang Fugui. He was knocked to his knees with one punch."

"...Our academy's gatekeeper is a level seventeen Spirit Master, right?"

"That's right."

"Knocked to his knees with one punch?"

"That's right."

"At six years old?"

"That's right."

The onlookers fell silent for three seconds.

Then, they looked in Su Mo's direction, their eyes filled with deep awe.

"This guy... is not to be trifled with."

"No kidding."

Yu Xiaogang walked along the path of Notting Academy.

The sun was bright.

But his mood was terrible.

He remembered his past life, the way Tang San would respectfully call him "Teacher."

He remembered his past life, standing on the mountaintop, watching Tang San ascend to godhood.

He remembered his past life, right before he died, when Tang San came to see him and said, "Thank you for your guidance all these years."

Those things were his.

They were all his!

But what about now?

Tang San calls someone else "Master," fawns over that person like a little page boy, and looks at him as if he were a joke.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath.

Calm down.

Calm down.

This is just the beginning.

He still has the memories of his past life; he knows the plot well, and he understands the trajectory of this world better than anyone.

Su Mo?

Just a six-year-old kid.

No matter how impressive he is, how far can he really go?

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his eyes turning resolute.

"Just you wait."

He muttered.

"Once I cultivate the next god—"

"I will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

"Pfft—"

A muffled sound drifted from the distance.

Yu Xiaogang froze.

That was the sound of Luo Sanpao.

His martial soul was passing gas again.

Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

Then he opened them again.

He continued walking.

His silhouette under the sunlight exuded an indescribable sense of...

Tragedy.

Su Mo stood at the entrance of Dormitory Seven, staring at the half-open wooden door, lost in thought.

Along the way, he had already learned about the situation in Dormitory Seven from Su Yuntao—it was a dormitory for Work-Study Students, housing over a dozen children from impoverished backgrounds. The leader was a boy named Wang Sheng, whose martial soul was a War Tiger; he was said to have quite a bit of prestige among the Work-Study Students.

According to the original plot, the next step should be Tang San entering, getting surrounded, using his Tang Sect movement techniques to dodge the attacks, showing off a bit to intimidate everyone, and finally becoming the dormitory boss.

A standard "acting cool and slapping faces" plot.

Su Mo thought about it and found it boring.

Beating up adults is satisfying.

Beating up a group of six-to-ten-year-old kids?

That's just bullying children.

Besides, these people in Dormitory Seven weren't bad by nature; in the original story, they were just a bunch of poor kids huddling together for warmth, with no deep-seated grudges.

It wasn't necessary.

Su Mo looked down at the Big Black Ox beside him.

The Big Black Ox was leisurely flicking its tail, wearing an expression that clearly said, "When is dinner?"

Su Mo had an idea.

"Old Ox," he patted the Big Black Ox's head, "you go in first."

The Big Black Ox was stunned.

"Moo?" (Why me?)

Su Mo spoke earnestly, "The time has come to test you."

The Big Black Ox: "???"

Before it could react, Su Mo had already pushed the door open and shoved it inside.

The Big Black Ox stumbled a few steps, then stood firmly in the center of the dormitory.

Then, it saw—

Over a dozen children, ranging from six to ten years old, turned their heads in unison to stare at it.

Leading them was a dark-skinned boy with a tigerish look; it was none other than Wang Sheng.

Silence.

Silence.

The Big Black Ox blinked.

"Moo." (Hello, everyone.)

Wang Sheng blinked too.

Then, he shouted, "Brothers, a new roommate is here! Follow the rules!"

Before the words had even faded, seven or eight children swarmed forward!

Punching and kicking!

Spirit power erupted!

The lights of various martial souls flashed wildly in the cramped dormitory!

The Big Black Ox: "??????"

It hadn't reacted at all.

Living a life of luxury, when had it ever been treated like this?

In Holy Soul Village, it was the most impressive ox in the entire village; even Old Jack didn't dare speak loudly to it.

And now—

A group of brats, the oldest no more than ten, were punching and kicking it?

Big Black Ox was stunned.

Only one thought crossed its mind:

Su Mo is truly like a heifer pouring wine at the doorstep—he's reached the peak of being a sly dog!

You are the real sly dog!

Outside the door, Su Mo heard the clattering and banging inside and nodded with satisfaction.

As expected.

The prediction was a success.

Tang San watched from the side, dumbfounded: "Master, how did you know they would attack?"

Su Mo looked indifferent: "Experience."

Tang San was filled with awe.

Master was truly unfathomable!

Just then, a series of screams erupted from the dormitory.

But they didn't come from Big Black Ox.

They came from the group of children.

Su Mo poked his head in to look—

Big Black Ox had finally reacted.

It widened its bovine eyes, swung its head, gored with its horns, and kicked with its hooves.

One child went flying.

Two children went flying.

Three children went flying.

Wang Sheng, who had charged in at the front, flew the furthest, hitting the wall with a "thud" before slowly sliding down.

Big Black Ox stood in the center of the dormitory, looking majestic, snorting thick puffs of air from its nostrils.

"Moo!" (Who's next?! I'll take on ten at once!)

Punching the nursing home on the south mountain, kicking the kindergarten in Nuoding—Big Black Ox was having the time of its life.

The group of children lay on the ground, looking at each other with blank expressions.

Wang Sheng slid down from the wall, rubbed his backside, and struggled to stand up.

He looked at Big Black Ox, his lips trembling: "Our new roommate... is a cow?"

A skinny boy nearby, who seemed to be called Gou Dan, stammered: "W-Wang Sheng, the thing we just fought... seems to be a cow..."

"No kidding, I know it's a cow!" Wang Sheng glared at him. "The problem is, how is this cow so strong?!"

Gou Dan shrank his neck: "Maybe... it's a Spirit Beast?"

"A Spirit Beast can enter the academy?!"

"Then... then how did it get in?"

The two exchanged a look, then turned back to Big Black Ox.

Big Black Ox held its head high, its tail raised, wearing an expression that said, "I'm just that good."

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door.

Su Mo and Tang San walked in.

Su Mo looked at the mess on the floor, then at the majestic Big Black Ox, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well done."

Big Black Ox rolled its eyes at him.

"Moo." (You just wait.)

Tang San, however, frowned and looked at Wang Sheng and the others: "Why did you attack us?"

Wang Sheng froze.

Attack?

He looked at Tang San, then at Su Mo, and finally at Big Black Ox, suddenly realizing something.

"Misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding!" He waved his hands hurriedly. "We weren't attacking; we were... we were selecting the dormitory head!"