Wang Dong'er

Huo Yu'er and Lin Shuo arrived at the entrance of the dormitory building, where an elderly man on the verge of death sat—none other than the Dragon God Douluo, Mu En.

Thinking of this, Lin Shuo's mouth twitched. To think that someone with a mere Bright Sacred Dragon martial soul would dare to style himself the Dragon God Douluo.

Lin Shuo and Huo Yu'er handed their badges and dormitory keys to Mu En. Huo Yu'er's room was 402, while Lin Shuo's was 108.

After Lin Shuo left, Mu En slowly opened his cloudy eyes. "What a powerful dragon-type martial soul. It seems the academy has welcomed a true little monster this year."

In the distance, after seeing Lin Shuo enter his dormitory, Bei Bei walked quickly to Mu En and leaned down to whisper something to him.

Lin Shuo arrived at his door and unlocked room 108, only to be met with a gust of air thick with dust and the smell of mold. He frowned; the room was covered in dust from top to bottom.

Lin Shuo opened the window to ventilate, then used wind and water elements to sweep away all the dust, cleaning the room in one go.

In just a few moments, the dormitory was brand new, with the bed neat and tidy.

Lin Shuo scanned the room with satisfaction, took his luggage from his storage ring, and placed it on the bed by the window.

Just then, a noisy sound of footsteps came from outside, and the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open.

Standing at the door was a youth with powder-blue hair. His skin was fair and his features delicate. It was Wang Dong'er.

Wang Dong'er clearly hadn't expected anyone to be in the room. She froze for a moment, her gaze sweeping over Lin Shuo and then the spotlessly clean room, nodding in satisfaction. Her eyes then returned to Lin Shuo and widened slightly; the boy before her was actually a tiny bit more handsome than she was—well, just a tiny bit.

"You must be my roommate, right? I'm Wang Dong. Who are you?" Wang Dong'er asked.

"Lin Shuo." Lin Shuo put away his last piece of luggage, turned to sit on the bed, and looked her over with composure.

Wang Dong walked into the room and looked at Lin Shuo. "You cleaned the room, right? Not bad. But I have a few rules—" Before she could finish, Lin Shuo used spatial elements to teleport directly in front of her and flicked her forehead hard.

"I don't want to hear your rules. If you can beat me, I might listen. But if you can't, you'll just have to be my little lackey."

"You!" Wang Dong'er covered her forehead, her short powder-blue hair slightly frizzed from the sudden movement.

"Spatial power, hmph. You're not bad. Let's go outside and spar. We'll see whose rules we follow." With that, Wang Dong turned and walked out first.

Downstairs, Mu En looked up from his recliner, a glint of curiosity flashing in his dim eyes as he watched Lin Shuo and Wang Dong.

"I won't use my martial soul. If you can force me to use it, you win," Lin Shuo said casually, standing there with a nonchalant air.

Wang Dong took a deep breath, her temper flaring even higher. She was a second-ring Great Soul Master, yet this guy dared to look down on her.

She inhaled sharply, her light blue eyes turning suddenly sharp.

"Watch how this young master teaches you a lesson." No sooner had she spoken than she summoned her martial soul—the Radiant Goddess Butterfly. Her blue butterfly wings unfurled instantly as she flew toward Lin Shuo. Having seen Lin Shuo use spatial power earlier, she subconsciously assumed he was an elementalist and that she only needed a quick victory, as most elementalists had mediocre physical constitutions.

However, in the next instant, Lin Shuo charged at her like a violent dragon.

"How is this possible!" Wang Dong'er's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't even used his martial soul, so how could his speed be faster than hers?

Before Wang Dong'er could think further, she was pinned to the ground by Lin Shuo's palm. The strike was simple and unadorned, possessing only pure strength and speed, yet it filled her with the terror of being locked onto by a predator. Wang Dong'er tried to struggle, but she was held firmly to the ground by a desperate, overwhelming force.

"Well? Still want to talk about your rules?" Lin Shuo let go, extended his hand, and asked Wang Dong'er with a smile.

But to Wang Dong'er, the smile was full of mockery. She wanted to argue, but remembering that Lin Shuo hadn't even used his martial soul, she bit her lip and finally reached out to grab his hand. Lin Shuo pulled her up from the ground.

"I lost. From now on, I'm your lackey." Wang Dong'er squeezed the word "lackey" through her teeth, her head bowed and her voice muffled.

"No, from now on I'll call you Little Sister Wang." Lin Shuo shook his head and shouted to Mu En, "Hey, old man, what's wrong with you? How did you let a girl dress as a boy and sneak into the boys' dormitory?"

The open space below the dormitory fell into silence.

Wang Dong'er stood frozen in the distance, and the next moment, she shouted with a blushing face, "Who—who is a girl!" Lin Shuo looked at Wang Dong'er with the expression one might reserve for an idiot. "Do you think everyone is a fool? Your martial soul is the Radiant Goddess Butterfly, right? The Radiant Goddess Butterfly only appears in girls. Are you really going to display it so brazenly?"

Wang Dong'er stood there, stunned and embarrassed. She opened her mouth to explain, only to find she had no way to refute him.

"Little girl, let this be a warning. I'm giving you a demerit this time. This is your new dormitory; don't let this happen again." Mu En spoke, reassigning Wang Dong to a new room—402.

"Alright, Little Sister Wang, go to your room. Your big brother here has to head back to his own."

"My name is Wang Dong'er, don't call me Little Sister Wang!" Wang Dong was annoyed and ashamed, but thinking of Lin Shuo's terrifying strength, she felt a bit deflated.

"Sure thing, Little Sister Wang." Lin Shuo replied casually, then turned to Mu En and said, "Old man, as compensation, I'll take room 108 all to myself." Without waiting for Mu En's reply, he walked toward the dormitory building without looking back.

Wang Dong'er stood there in a daze, her mouth hanging open for a long time.

"Lin Shuo, is it? You just wait. Sooner or later, I'll make you call me Sister Dong'er!" Wang Dong'er muttered, stomped her foot, and ran toward her dormitory.

Mu En, left in the distance, shook his head with a smile. "It's good to be young."

This year's freshmen were likely to be much more interesting than previous ones. Wang Dong'er wasn't actually weak, but she had been suppressed by Lin Shuo before she could even unleash her true strength. Recalling what Bei Bei had said earlier, and the tremor he had felt from the Bright Sacred Dragon martial soul, Mu En sighed.

In the distance, the Dean of the Martial Soul Department, Yan Shaozhe, was rushing toward the dormitory building. Seeing Mu En, he immediately bowed respectfully. "Teacher."

Mu En looked at Yan Shaozhe. "Shaozhe, why aren't you staying in the Inner Court? What are you doing at the dormitory building?"

Yan Shaozhe stood up, his face showing unconcealable excitement, and lowered his voice. "Teacher, the admissions office just reported that there is a level 35 student among this year's freshmen—"

"That's enough, Shaozhe." Mu En waved his hand to interrupt him. "I know about that child. You don't need to worry about it; just let things take their natural course."

"But, Teacher..." Yan Shaozhe wanted to say more, but Mu En did not let him continue.

"The children have only just enrolled. We can discuss anything after the freshman assessment. Shaozhe, you're at your age, yet you're still so impatient for success." Mu En said slowly.

Yan Shaozhe wanted to argue, but sensing Mu En's firmness, he swallowed his words.

"Yes, Teacher." Yan Shaozhe bowed his head, took half a step back, and offered a respectful salute before leaving.

Mu En nodded slightly and closed his eyes once more.