Correct Time, Correct Place, Thirty Gold Soul Coins in Hand

Wang Sheng did not understand.

"Boss, why are you asking about that?"

"To make money, of course."

"M-Make money?!"

Wang Sheng thought he had misheard.

How could they make money at Nording Academy?

Could it be robbery and murder for treasure?

But that was simply impossible. Why did Boss make it sound so easy?

Strange. Too strange.

This was completely abnormal!

"Don't worry, I have my own methods," Jiang Nanchen said. "When the time comes, just follow my arrangements. No matter what, I won't let you suffer any losses."

Wang Sheng and the others still hesitated. "Boss, it's not that we don't believe you, but those students who aren't work-study students are proper Soul Masters!"

"I'll show you my Martial Soul myself!"

As Jiang Nanchen spoke, the phantom of a Sacred Angel emerged. A pair of spotless golden-white wings spread open behind him, and he held the Angel Sacred Sword in his right hand, looking incomparably majestic.

Bathed in that golden light, Jiang Nanchen seemed like a god descending into the world, growing even taller in their hearts.

"My Martial Soul is the Sacred Angel, and I possess Innate Full Soul Power. Do you think I'm weak?"

At that moment, Jiang Nanchen's voice was incredibly convincing.

Wang Sheng and the others immediately shouted in unison, "Whatever Boss says goes!"

Jiang Nanchen withdrew his Martial Soul. "Good. You truly haven't disappointed me!"

Meanwhile, Tang San arrived at Nording Academy alone, without anyone accompanying him.

At the gates of Nording Academy, the gatekeeper looked at the recommendation letter and curled his lips into a mocking smile. "Innate Full Soul Power with Blue Silver Grass? Interesting. This world has really gone mad. Mere Blue Silver Grass can possess Innate Full Soul Power?"

Tang San frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It means nothing. I simply find it amusing."

After being humiliated today, he had to find someone to vent on. He had not expected it to be someone with Innate Full Soul Power and Blue Silver Grass. Compared to the Sacred Angel with Innate Full Soul Power from earlier, this one was not even worth comparing.

Tang San's expression turned cold. In his heart, he had already sentenced this man to death.

If this man continued making things difficult for him, Tang San was prepared to teach him a lesson with hidden weapons.

"Wait!"

A voice suddenly rang out.

Correct time, correct place. Master Xiaogang was about to make his entrance.

Yu Xiaogang hurried over. "He has come to Nording Academy. This isn't something a mere gatekeeper gets to decide."

The gatekeeper immediately said, "Master is right."

The gatekeeper held no respect for Yu Xiaogang. He was nothing more than a parasite greedily enjoying the academy's comforts.

"You are?" Tang San asked doubtfully.

"I am Master Yu Xiaogang," Yu Xiaogang said.

Tang San put away his hidden weapons. Since this Master had stepped in, there was naturally no need for him to act.

Afterward, Yu Xiaogang led Tang San into Nording Academy.

Elsewhere, Jiang Nanchen had already brought Wang Sheng and the others to the Soul Fighting Platform behind the academy.

"Boss, that guy up ahead is Xiao Chenyu." Wang Sheng pointed at Xiao Chenyu on the platform.

Jiang Nanchen looked toward the platform, where Xiao Chenyu, the sixth-year leader, stood.

As the city lord's son, he was definitely rich. Generally speaking, taking out a few dozen Gold Soul Coins would not be a problem for him.

Ordinary methods would not work against Xiao Chenyu. Naturally, they needed to use a tactic suited for dealing with children.

Just a little provocation would be enough to make Xiao Chenyu take the bait.

The willing fish took the hook.

Jiang Nanchen told Wang Sheng, "Go praise Xiao Chenyu. Tell him he's impressive, then say he's still not as impressive as the boss of our dorm."

Wang Sheng paused. Boss was using provocation. It was most effective against someone as arrogant as Xiao Chenyu. As expected of Boss, he was amazing.

"Boss, leave it to me." Wang Sheng made an OK gesture.

On the Soul Fighting Platform, Xiao Chenyu was activating his Wolf Martial Soul and swinging claw winds, while his lackeys below shouted endless praise.

Wang Sheng led everyone from Dorm Seven through the crowd to the front and joined in with a round of applause.

"Boss Xiao's soul skill is really impressive. A one-ring Soul Master truly is powerful!"

Xiao Chenyu lifted his chin proudly, only to hear Wang Sheng suddenly change his tune.

"What a pity. He's still no match for the boss of our Dorm Seven."

The lackeys beside him immediately started cursing, and Xiao Chenyu's face darkened. He had run rampant through Nording Academy for years. He had never heard of anyone daring to place themselves above him. Didn't everyone know his father was the city lord?

"Who is your boss? Tell him to get out here and see me."

"Our boss is Jiang Nanchen. He's far stronger than you!" Wang Sheng shouted as instructed.

Xiao Chenyu laughed in fury. "I'd like to see what kind of trash he is. Lead the way."

He leaped down from the platform with several lackeys and followed Wang Sheng over aggressively.

Jiang Nanchen leaned against a tree trunk nearby. Seeing them approach, he straightened up.

"You're the boss of Dorm Seven?" Xiao Chenyu sized him up. "Do you dare fight me on the Soul Fighting Platform?"

"I can fight, but there has to be a stake," Jiang Nanchen said calmly. "The loser pays thirty Gold Soul Coins. Dare to gamble?"

Xiao Chenyu froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. He was a dignified one-ring Soul Master. Could he possibly lose to a newly awakened freshman? This guy was practically handing him money.

"Why wouldn't I dare? I'm just afraid you won't be able to pay if you lose."

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me." Jiang Nanchen's tone remained calm. "Want to settle it on the Soul Fighting Platform?"

Xiao Chenyu raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Sure. Have you obtained a soul ring?"

"No!" Jiang Nanchen shook his head. "I only enrolled today!"

"No soul ring?"

Xiao Chenyu and his two lackeys, Liu Long and Ling Feng, clutched their stomachs and burst into laughter.

"This is hilarious. You don't even have a soul ring, yet you dare challenge us?"

Xiao Chenyu swept his gaze over the crowd and laughed. "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't take the field personally. Liu Long can teach you a lesson instead, so no one can accuse me of bullying the weak!"

"Fine!"

Just what I wanted.

The two stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform and stood facing each other.

Liu Long gave a low shout, and a long staff Martial Soul appeared in his hands. A white soul ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.

"First Soul Skill, Power Staff!"

The staff's weight suddenly increased. Liu Long gripped it with both hands, pushed off the ground, and smashed it down at Jiang Nanchen's head.

Jiang Nanchen remained where he was, his gaze flickering slightly.

The next second, the Sacred Angel Martial Soul suddenly possessed him.

Golden-white light exploded outward. A pair of pure white wings unfurled behind him, and a sacred, imposing aura instantly swept across the entire arena.

The noise below the platform abruptly ceased. Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces full of disbelief.

"A-An Angel Martial Soul?!"

The wild grin on Xiao Chenyu's face instantly froze. His pupils contracted sharply as he stared fixedly at the golden figure on the platform.

Liu Long also froze in place, holding up his staff and forgetting to move.

When he finally came to his senses, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to unleash all his Soul Power. His staff swept out with a howl of wind.

Jiang Nanchen lightly flapped his wings and rose into the air, effortlessly evading the attack.

Hovering in midair, he clenched his right hand in empty space, and an Angel Sacred Sword forged from light formed in his grasp, its blade radiating pure golden brilliance.

Before Liu Long could change his move, Jiang Nanchen folded his wings and dove down with his sword.

The sacred sword shrieked through the air as it bore down on Liu Long.

Liu Long hurriedly raised his staff to block. With a sharp clang, the staff was knocked from his grip and sent flying.

The tremendous force threw him to the ground. His chest throbbed with pain, and blood flowed freely.

Jiang Nanchen landed steadily, withdrew his sword into his body, and his wings slowly faded away.

"You lost." Jiang Nanchen's tone was indifferent.

The audience below fell silent for a moment before erupting into an uproar of shocked discussion.

Xiao Chenyu's face turned livid. He had never imagined that a freshman who had just enrolled would awaken an Angel Martial Soul.

Jiang Nanchen raised his eyes at him. "Remember to send thirty Gold Soul Coins to Dorm Seven."

With that, he turned and walked off the platform. Wang Sheng and the others immediately crowded around him, their faces filled with excitement and admiration.