Tang San Takes a Master! Defeats Wang Sheng!

Yu Xiaogang was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader. His Martial Soul should have been the Golden Sacred Dragon, a benign mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Yet, for unknown reasons, it had become Luo Sanpao, a pig-like beast Martial Soul that could be released from his body.

Logically speaking, given Yu Xiaogang's status, he had enjoyed fine clothes and rich food since childhood. He might not have treated precious treasures as everyday meals, but he certainly hadn't lived like ordinary people.

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang's physique shouldn't have been poor.

Yet even so, he had only Innate Half-Level Soul Power, and his Martial Soul's mutation had failed.

Only through the Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Flender and Liu Erlong could he return to being the Golden Sacred Dragon.

"Stop!" Yu Xiaogang roared behind Xia Yuan. "You'll regret this! You definitely will!"

Xia Yuan ignored him.

That old fool actually wanted to trick him into becoming his disciple. At that point, he'd probably hand him a ten-year-old Lone Bamboo and force him to accept it as some great favor.

Xia Yuan had already decided what to choose for his first Soul Ring during the past three months.

Ordinary Blue Silver Grass was a trash Martial Soul. No matter what path it took, it could never compare to other Martial Souls.

Therefore, he had to elevate the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul's foundation, at least to the level of the Blue Silver Emperor.

Blue Silver Grass might be a trash Martial Soul, but the Blue Silver Emperor was one of the highest existences among plant-type Martial Souls!

So, in preparation for the future, he had to start with his first Soul Ring and directly attach Soul Skills suited for the Blue Silver Emperor!

However, after stealing the Golden Sacred Dragon Origin from Yu Xiaogang just now, Xia Yuan felt that his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul seemed to have undergone some changes.

If that was the case, perhaps his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul would take a different path?

After Xia Yuan left, Yu Xiaogang saw Tang San following behind him.

According to the Spirit Hall certificate he had seen earlier, Tang San possessed Blue Silver Grass and Innate Half-Level Soul Power.

He hadn't wanted to say much to Tang San, but Tang San immediately said, "Teacher, I have Twin Martial Souls!"

Those words made Yu Xiaogang, who had been about to leave, stop in place.

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at Tang San. "What did you say? You... you have Twin Martial Souls?"

"That's impossible!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, I actually have Innate Full Soul Power too!"

"I just don't know why, when I awakened my Martial Souls, I only awakened half a level of Soul Power!"

"What?" Yu Xiaogang frowned. "Something like that can happen?"

Tang San nodded and directly stretched out his left hand, releasing the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.

The moment Yu Xiaogang saw Tang San's hammer, excitement immediately filled his eyes as he stared fixedly at him.

"Tang San, Tang San, your surname is Tang... Are you really willing to take me as your master?"

Tang San was overjoyed. He immediately took a step back, knelt on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Yu Xiaogang. "Teacher, please accept me as your disciple!"

After completing his enrollment procedures at the academic affairs office, Xia Yuan left with a set of school uniforms.

Notting Academy had only one dormitory building.

Dorm Seven was the worst dormitory in the entire building, specifically for work-study students. It made no distinction based on age, grade, or gender.

The moment Xia Yuan pushed open the door, he saw a group of children making a racket inside the dormitory.

When they saw Xia Yuan enter, an older-looking child among them strode over.

"Are you the new work-study student?"

"My name is Wang Sheng. My Martial Soul is the War Tiger, and I'm also the head of Dorm Seven."

"Kid, where are you from? What's your name? What's your Martial Soul?"

"Holy Soul Village. Xia Yuan. Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul." As he answered, Xia Yuan placed his bundle on a bed.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Wang Sheng's eyes widened, and the others also looked at Xia Yuan in disbelief.

"A trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass can cultivate?" Wang Sheng's mouth twitched. "Kid, you're not joking, are you?"

He rubbed his hands together, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Kid, since you're new here, you need to understand the rules."

"Our Dorm Seven has a tradition. Every new work-study student has to show off their strength."

"If you beat me, you'll be the new boss of Dorm Seven. But if you lose, you'll have to obediently listen to us."

"Are you sure?" Xia Yuan looked at Wang Sheng.

For some reason, Wang Sheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He stiffened his neck. "Of course!"

"Fine, then let's go." Xia Yuan rolled his wrists.

With one percent of Tang Hao's strength in his body, let alone Wang Sheng, a Soul Scholar without a Soul Ring, even a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster wouldn't be able to withstand his power.

Wang Sheng froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting Xia Yuan to agree so readily.

"Good! You've got guts!" Wang Sheng brought his fists together with a dull thud. "Take this!"

He threw a punch, the force of it whistling through the air.

Xia Yuan didn't even dodge. He simply raised his left hand and spread his fingers.

With a slap, Wang Sheng's fist was firmly caught by Xia Yuan, utterly motionless.

"What?!" Wang Sheng's pupils shrank.

He had used eighty percent of his strength in that punch, yet this youth, who looked even thinner and smaller than him, had caught it directly?

He tried to yank his fist back, only to find it clamped like it was caught in iron pincers, completely unable to move.

"You..."

Xia Yuan smiled faintly and turned his wrist.

Wang Sheng felt an irresistible, overwhelming force surge from Xia Yuan's palm. His entire body was dragged into a stagger forward.

Then Xia Yuan lightly extended his right foot, placing it precisely between Wang Sheng's feet, and drove his shoulder forward in an Iron Mountain Lean.

Bang!

Wang Sheng's muscular body crashed directly onto the ground with a dull thud.

The entire dormitory fell silent.

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment before trying to spring back to his feet.

But before he could steady himself, a hand had already pressed down on his shoulder, firmly pinning him in place.

"Convinced?" Xia Yuan's voice came from above, utterly calm.

Wang Sheng struggled a few times, only to discover that he couldn't break free at all.

He let out a low shout. A faint yellow glow lit up around his body, and his frame swelled slightly.

Martial Soul, War Tiger, possession!

Yet even after releasing his Martial Soul, Wang Sheng still felt Xia Yuan's strength restraining him like a Soul Beast.

"I give in! Boss! I give in!"

Wang Sheng immediately gave up resisting.

Only then did Xia Yuan release him and take a step back.

Wang Sheng climbed to his feet, dusted himself off, and looked Xia Yuan up and down, his eyes filled with shock.

"Boss, that's way too fierce! Are you really a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul user?"

Xia Yuan spread his right hand, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass slowly grew from his palm.

The pale blue blades were slender yet resilient. But as his Soul Power flowed into them, a layer of fine golden patterns faintly emerged across their surfaces, like dragon scales.