This Man Has Earned Himself a Death Sentence

The moment they entered the Rose Hotel, a rich fragrance of roses greeted them. The intoxicating floral scent left them lightheaded, and their bodies even began to feel warm.

Tang San and Xiao Wu walked up to the counter. "Please give us two rooms," Tang San said to the attendant behind it.

Whenever he was away from home, Tang San instinctively tried to save money. After all, his childhood of sleeping on straw and drinking thin porridge had practically given him post-traumatic stress disorder. The shadow of his childhood was impossible to shake off.

Because of that, Tang San had developed the good habit of being diligent and frugal.

Hearing that guests had arrived, the attendant hurriedly stood up and looked Tang San and Xiao Wu over from behind the counter.

Tang San and Xiao Wu were both already in their teens, and they were rather tall for their age. Combined with the style of clothing commonly worn by Soul Masters, they gave the attendant the impression that they had considerable backing.

"Sir, are you sure you want two rooms?"

A teasing glint flashed through the attendant's eyes as he asked in a somewhat suggestive tone.

Tang San nodded. "That's right. Why?"

He would share a room with their teacher, while Xiao Wu would have one to herself. The arrangement was perfectly reasonable.

The attendant shook his head as though disappointed by wasted potential. "I'm sorry, sir, but we only have one room left."

"Only one?" Tang San was a little surprised.

Xiao Wu swayed her head from side to side, her scorpion braid swinging with it. "One room is fine. We can all fit."

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu helplessly. "But there are three of us."

Xiao Wu said with a grin, "The room must have a double bed. When the time comes, Teacher and I can sleep in the bed, and you can cultivate off to the side."

"Why do I have to cultivate off to the side?" Tang San asked unhappily.

Xiao Wu looked surprised. "I'm a girl. Are you going to make me give up the bed? Or are you not letting Teacher sleep in it?"

Tang San froze, realizing that she actually made a lot of sense.

Listening to their conversation, the attendant could not help breaking out in a cold sweat.

So there were three of them. Young people these days really knew how to play.

"Fine, then please arrange that room for us." As he spoke, Tang San placed a card on the hotel counter.

Just as the attendant began processing Tang San's request, an abrupt voice interrupted him.

"Don't you know the rules? That room belongs to me. Are you new here?"

The voice was overbearing, carrying an attitude that brooked no refusal.

Tang San and Xiao Wu turned around and saw a man accompanied by two women standing behind them.

The two girls were dressed flamboyantly, and their appearances were remarkably similar. It was obvious at a glance that they were twins.

The man in the middle held one girl in each arm. He had broad shoulders, a tall build, and a stern, cold-looking face.

His long golden hair fell loose to his waist. Both of his eyes had double pupils, making him look exceptionally sinister.

The man led the two young women to the counter. As he passed Xiao Wu, his gaze lingered on her for a while, and a strange glint flashed through his eyes.

Xiao Wu noticed his look and felt uncomfortable. Her delicate brows knitted slightly.

The blond man walked to the counter and said to the attendant, "Are you new? Don't you know that you're supposed to keep a room reserved for me at all times? Call your manager out."

The attendant shuddered. He was merely an ordinary person with no cultivation, and one glare from this man made his heart tighten. He hurriedly ran into the back to fetch someone.

Tang San frowned slightly. "We got here first. Whether the hotel reserved a room for you is between you and the hotel, but this room should be ours."

The blond man did not even turn his head. He merely spat out a single word. "Scram."

When had Young Master Dai ever bothered reasoning with anyone?

A sharp light flashed in Tang San's eyes. Xiao Wu, who was beside him, could no longer hold herself back. "What does 'scram' mean? Why don't you demonstrate it for us?"

The twin girls on either side stiffened at her words, secretly glancing at the blond man between them.

Sure enough, although the blond man's expression did not change after hearing Xiao Wu's words, his eyes had taken on a fierce, violent air.

Turning around, he looked at Tang San and Xiao Wu and said coldly,

"Very good. How long has it been since anyone dared speak to me like that? You're both Soul Masters, right? If the two of you can beat me together, the room is yours. Otherwise, both of you will be rolling out of this hotel."

As he spoke, he released the twins and cracked his fingers loudly.

At that moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a manager emerged from behind the counter. He hurriedly said, "Young Master Dai, let's talk this out. Please don't start a fight here."

Dai Mubai disdainfully spat to one side. "Cut the crap. I'll cover all the damages. What kind of world is this now? Even any poor bastard can stay in a hotel.

"Three people sharing one room, and even staying with their teacher. Could it be that their teacher can't even afford the room fee?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Dai Mubai saw the boy opposite him suddenly raise his head, his eyes blazing with sharp light.

Tang San cursed himself inwardly. He had only wanted to save some money, yet he had not expected it to become an excuse for this wicked young master to attack their teacher.

Anyone who dared insult his teacher had earned himself a death sentence!

Tang San stepped forward, blocking Xiao Wu, who had also wanted to advance, behind him.

"One person is enough to deal with a spoiled brat like this."

A sinister glint flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. Tang San's words had clearly offended him. Without another word, he suddenly raised his right fist and punched straight at Tang San's chest.

There was nothing fancy about this punch. It was simply the most basic straight punch. Yet the wind howled as it flew, clearly carrying considerable force.

But Tang San did not retreat in the face of this powerful blow.

Because of him, their teacher had just been mocked by this wicked young master. If he kept backing down now, would that not give the man another excuse to insult their teacher?

Thus, instead of retreating, Tang San advanced. His left palm had already turned into lustrous jade.

With a soft thud, Dai Mubai's fist did not strike Tang San.

Just as he was about to make contact with Dai Mubai's fist, Tang San suddenly lowered his body and dropped his shoulder.

Then he sprang upright almost instantly, using his shoulder to drive Dai Mubai's elbow upward. Naturally, the punch missed.

At the same time, Tang San's palm had already struck Dai Mubai's chest.

With a muffled bang, Tang San remained still, while Dai Mubai was sent flying backward by that palm strike.

Throughout the entire exchange, Tang San's right arm had remained hanging at his side without moving in the slightest.

"What?"

Dai Mubai only managed to steady himself after staggering back four or five steps. When he raised his head again, his face was filled with disbelief.

He had actually been knocked back by someone who looked even younger than him, with a single palm strike using only one arm?