Tang San Fears Losing His Teacher, New Roommate Xiao Wu

The two immediately came to blows. Xiao Wu's footwork was nimble, and her punches and kicks swift. She attacked Tang San the moment they began.

With the Mysterious Heaven Technique as his foundation and having just absorbed a soul ring, Tang San's reactions were extremely fast. He sidestepped while raising a hand to block.

After several exchanges, Tang San had neutralized every one of Xiao Wu's moves.

She was secretly shocked. They clearly looked about the same age, so how were his strength and reactions so powerful? Before she could think further, Tang San flipped his wrist and pinned her to the ground.

"You bastard, let me go!" Xiao Wu was pinned down and unable to move, both furious and annoyed.

"Apologize. I won't let go until you do." Tang San did not loosen his grip.

Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and struggled twice, but she could not break free at all. Feeling utterly wronged, she could only yield in the end.

"Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."

Only then did Tang San release her and step aside.

Xiao Wu got up and dusted off her clothes, glaring at Tang San. Though still somewhat unconvinced, she admitted defeat.

"What's your name? I'm the boss of Seventh Dormitory, yet I actually lost to you."

Tang San straightened his back and answered crisply.

"My name is Tang San. Remember it."

"The defeated one."

Xiao Wu bit down hard on her lower lip. Humiliating—far too humiliating. She was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, yet she had actually lost to some brat.

"If you've got the guts, where do you live? I'll come again tomorrow."

Xiao Wu decided to challenge him again. She could not simply let this go.

"Tomorrow, right here. I'll be waiting for you."

Tang San was more than happy to have another sparring partner.

And so, the two made their agreement. Their battles continued for a full two months.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye. Tang San suppressed Xiao Wu nearly every time, and the two had kept the matter secret.

This time, Tang San had just left Shen Qingling's courtyard.

Shen Qingling also rose to his feet.

"Come on, Na'er. Let's see who Xiao San is fighting."

Gu Yuena had not been watching closely and sounded somewhat regretful. "Fighting?"

"Yes. The kick marks on his body are quite obvious."

Who could it be?

After walking only a few steps with Gu Yuena, they heard Tang San's voice.

"You lost again!"

"Today makes the sixty-first time. You've disappointed me too much."

Tang San pinned Xiao Wu down, the joy of victory on his face having turned into an expression of slight boredom.

"Tch, what are you so pleased about?" Xiao Wu curled her lips.

Xiao Wu gave a soft snort and turned her face away, her expression full of defiance.

Before Tang San could speak, Shen Qingling and Gu Yuena slowly walked over.

"Xiao San, so she's your sparring partner."

Shen Qingling spoke.

Tang San's entire body stiffened. He immediately let go and stood up, calling out respectfully.

"Teacher, Mistress."

Xiao Wu also climbed to her feet, somewhat surprised.

This was the first time she had seen Tang San look so timid. Were these two his teacher and mistress?

But when her gaze landed on Gu Yuena, she suddenly shuddered, and every hair on her body stood on end.

Alarm bells rang wildly in her heart. She's a soul beast too? And an incomparably terrifying one at that. Her pressure is so overwhelming I can barely breathe, as if she could swallow me whole at any moment.

"Xiao San, why didn't you tell your teacher about this?"

Shen Qingling looked at Tang San.

Tang San immediately grew nervous, his voice even carrying a slight stammer.

"T-Teacher, I only wanted to wait until I improved a little more before telling you. I didn't mean to hide it from you. Please don't be angry, Teacher."

He hurried forward and clasped Shen Qingling's large hand. "This disciple was wrong. I shouldn't have concealed it from you. Please don't be angry, Teacher."

Shen Qingling said nothing, merely looking at him.

Tang San grew even more flustered. His palms began to sweat slightly, afraid that his teacher would truly blame him—or even no longer want him as a disciple.

After several seconds of silence, Shen Qingling finally spoke.

"There's no need for your teacher to be angry. This is your own matter. As long as you know your limits, that is enough."

Tang San inwardly let out a breath of relief. "Teacher, I understand."

Just as the matter seemed settled, Tang San suddenly asked in a low voice, "Teacher, can Xiao Wu live in the same dormitory as me? We've known each other for two months, so we can be considered good friends."

"Of course she can. But do you have money to pay the tuition?"

Shen Qingling crossed his arms and raised a brow.

Naturally, it would be fine if they had money. But judging by Tang San's troubled expression, he was clearly short on funds.

"Teacher, may I borrow it?" Tang San rubbed his fingers together, somewhat embarrassed.

He had thought too simply and had not considered that aspect at all.

"Sir, I have money. I can pay the tuition together with Tang San."

Xiao Wu stepped forward and spoke.

"Your name is Xiao Wu, right? Since you can be friends with my disciple, that shows you're not bad either. But I don't need your money. I merely wanted to see whether you, a little girl, would be willing to step forward."

Xiao Wu froze where she stood. She had never expected Shen Qingling to be testing her, and for a moment, she did not know what to say.

Tang San could not read his teacher's thoughts either. He only felt that his teacher's calm tone today was even more unsettling than anger. Like a child who had done something wrong and did not dare look his father in the eye, he lowered his head and tightly gripped the corner of his clothes, barely daring to breathe.

"I approve." Shen Qingling spoke, his tone betraying no emotion. "I'll advance the tuition for you."

Tang San abruptly raised his head, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Shen Qingling shook his head, his gaze softening somewhat as he looked at him.

"Xiao San, if you dare hide things from me again, your teacher will be heartbroken. You are my personal disciple. If you have any thoughts, you may speak them directly. There is no need to keep them hidden."

Tang San hurriedly nodded hard, guilt on his face.

"Yes, Teacher. This disciple will remember. I definitely won't hide anything again."

He repeatedly reminded himself that, no matter how big or small the matter was in the future, he had to report it to his teacher first. He absolutely could not disappoint his teacher again.

Shen Qingling said no more. He took out a bag of gold soul coins from his storage soul tool and handed it to Tang San.

"Go pay the tuition. Don't make the little girl suffer."

"Alright, thank you, Teacher!" Tang San took the money bag and pulled along the still-dazed Xiao Wu, happily heading toward the academic affairs office.

Only after the two had completely disappeared into the distance did Gu Yuena turn her head toward Shen Qingling.

"Husband, that little girl called Xiao Wu is a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form."

"I know." Shen Qingling's tone was calm, without the slightest surprise.

Gu Yuena was the one taken aback. Raising a brow, she said, "You know? Then why don't you have any reaction at all? Aren't you afraid she might harm Tang San?"

"What harm could she do?"

Shen Qingling smiled.

"Xiao San is too burdened by his thoughts. It's rare for him to have a friend his own age by his side. Xiao Wu's nature isn't bad, and it's good for the two of them to keep each other company. We can't have him knowing nothing but cultivation every day, without even a friend he can confide in."

Gu Yuena nodded upon hearing this and did not ask further.

She knew Shen Qingling always acted with good judgment. Since he had said so, he naturally had his own considerations.

"Well said. So let's go back and make a child."

"Wait, no!"