Rose Hotel

In Dorm Seven, Lin Yang fell into despair. "So neither of us has bedding?" "Uh..." Tang San was speechless.

Xiao Wu looked at the others in the dorm. "Do you have any?" "I do." "Me too." The two each took out a set of bedding, one small and the other large. Lin Yang stepped ahead of Tang San and took the smaller set.

Xiao Wu pushed her bed together with Tang San's. "What are you doing?" "Your bedding is big, so we'll share." Tang San hurriedly shook his head. "No, men and women should keep their distance."

"I'm the boss of this dorm, so you have to listen to me."

Tang San had no choice but to compromise.

Skipping ahead to the part in Holy Soul Village: Yu Xiaogang died. How? He volunteered to help Tang San and Lin Yang hunt spirit rings, but was bitten to death by a Mandala Snake. Then Lin Yang obtained three spirit rings, one yellow and two purple. His first spirit skill was Air Blades, his second was Dragon Dance, and his third was Sword Dance. Tang San and Xiao Wu were the same as in the original story.

Time flew by, and five springs passed in the blink of an eye. In Soto City of the Barak Kingdom, crowds streamed through the bustling streets, with shops lining both sides. It was a lively scene. Amid the sea of people, three figures stood out in particular.

Walking at the front was a girl with adorable rabbit ears, dressed in a pink dress. Her lively eyes shone like jewels, and every smile and frown radiated captivating charm. Like peach blossoms blooming in spring, she was unforgettable at first sight. This girl was Xiao Wu.

Following closely behind was a young man with short blue hair. He stood straight as a pine, with a handsome and resolute face. His eyes held intelligence and calmness. His simple yet elegant attire further highlighted his exceptional bearing. This was Tang San.

Walking alongside them was another young man. His long teal hair drifted in the wind, and he wore white-and-teal clothing with an exquisite folding fan hanging at his waist. Every movement exuded grace and refinement. He was Lin Yang.

At that moment, Xiao Wu skipped along in front, occasionally turning back to wave and call to the two behind her. Tang San followed at an unhurried pace with a smile on his face. Beside him, Lin Yang lightly fanned himself, occasionally chatting with Tang San, his face always wearing a gentle smile.

Sunlight fell upon them, casting three slender shadows. As their footsteps carried them farther away, they formed a beautiful scene.

Tang San was currently level 29, Xiao Wu was level 29, and Lin Yang was level 33.

"We've finally reached this Soto City or whatever it's called," Xiao Wu said boredly.

"Isn't it because we have to go to Shrek Academy or something?" Lin Yang said helplessly, fanning himself.

"Enough complaining. Hurry up and let's go," Tang San said as he walked ahead.

"Coming." Xiao Wu and Lin Yang quickly followed.

"I'm tired. Let's hurry and find somewhere to stay. Here, Rose Hotel." Xiao Wu spotted the Rose Hotel.

"Fine, fine." Tang San smiled helplessly.

I feel like such a third wheel, Lin Yang thought as he followed them inside. According to the original story, we should meet Dai Mubai here.

Sure enough, just as Lin Yang expected, while Xiao Wu and Tang San were preparing to book a room, a blond-haired young man in a white formal suit entered with two beautiful women at his side.

The young man walked to the counter and said to the attendant, "You're new here, aren't you?" "And you are?" The attendant looked at him timidly. "Go get your manager!" the young man shouted. The attendant hurried off to fetch the manager.

"Big brother, I believe we came first," Tang San said as he looked at the young man. "So what?" The young man looked at Tang San disdainfully. "So nothing. Get lost!" Xiao Wu stepped forward with her hands on her hips. "Very good. You dare speak to me like that? You're spirit masters too, aren't you? Come on, all three of you attack together. I'll give you one chance to make me get lost—or you can put on a show and get lost yourselves." The young man looked at the three of them with contempt.

Xiao Wu wanted to step forward, but Lin Yang stopped her. Everyone in the hotel turned to look, and the atmosphere fell silent.

"What are you doing?" Dai Mubai broke the silence. Xiao Wu tried to step forward, but Tang San stopped her. "I'll do it..." Tang San was about to say more.

"Third Brother, there's no need. I'll do it," Lin Yang interrupted Tang San.

Lin Yang walked steadily up to the young man. The youth curled his lips slightly and snorted before shooting forward like lightning, instantly throwing a fierce punch. Facing the sudden attack, a sharp gleam flashed in Lin Yang's eyes. Without the slightest fear, he swiftly threw out a punch of his own to meet it.

With a muffled bang, their fists collided violently in midair. The powerful impact sent both of them staggering back several steps before they regained their footing. The young man stared at Lin Yang and slowly said, "You managed to take that punch of mine. You can be considered a qualified opponent." As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly turned solemn, as though an even fiercer battle awaited them.

The young man no longer hesitated. He pushed off the ground and charged forward, moving as fast as an arrow released from a bow. Lin Yang bent down agilely, skillfully dodging the incoming punch. At the same time, he used the motion to launch a kick at the young man, catching him off guard and sending him stumbling several steps back.

Surprise flashed across the young man's face, but he quickly regained his composure. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Very good. I didn't expect you to force me this far, to the point where I have no choice but to use spirit power. I may lose this match, but I still want to have a proper contest with you! Martial Soul Possession!" As his words fell, a dazzling light burst from his body, and the phantom of an enormous, mighty white tiger slowly emerged behind him.

"Dai Mubai, martial soul: Evil-Eyed White Tiger. Level 37 assault-type Battle Spirit Elder!" Dai Mubai stared sharply at Lin Yang, both fists clenched as he took a battle-ready stance.

Lin Yang was equally unwilling to yield. He straightened his body and declared, "Lin Yang, martial soul: Rayquaza. Level 33 assault-type Battle Spirit Elder!" As soon as he spoke, brilliant light also flared behind him, and the phantom of an imposing, overwhelmingly powerful Rayquaza gradually appeared. In an instant, the tension in the room reached its peak. A great battle was about to erupt.

"Level 33?! Just how old are you, kid?" Dai Mubai's eyes widened as he stared at the young man before him, unable to conceal his shock.

"Enough nonsense! Take this!" Lin Yang shouted fearlessly, charging at Dai Mubai like an arrow loosed from a bow. His right hand clenched into a fist, carrying a fierce gust of wind as it shot straight forward.

Dai Mubai remained calm and shouted, "First spirit skill, White Tiger Body Shield!" As his words fell, a faint glow surged from his body and rapidly condensed into a transparent protective barrier around him.

Bang!

Lin Yang's fist slammed heavily into the White Tiger Body Shield with a dull boom. However, the powerful rebound force sent Lin Yang staggering backward several steps.

But Lin Yang did not give up. After steadying himself, he immediately unleashed his first spirit skill—Air Blades. In an instant, several sharp blades formed from pure air appeared around him and shot toward Dai Mubai at incredible speed.

Facing the oncoming Air Blades, Dai Mubai's lips curved into a confident smile. He said loudly, "You are indeed strong, but this is still far from enough! Watch this—third spirit skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"