The True Boss of Dorm Seven

The group left Spirit Hall and headed for the Junior Soul Master Academy.

Along the way, Tang San hung back at the rear with Yang Ming and lowered his voice. "Yang Ming, even if you didn't want to take Master as your teacher, there was no need to say something so harsh, was there?"

"You mean I seemed too arrogant just now?"

Seeing Tang San nod, Yang Ming sighed inwardly but did not explain.

Master was a smart man, and when a top-tier intellect was paired with a mind full of vast knowledge, that became terrifying.

Yang Ming carried a system, so it was difficult to explain where all his skills came from. Moreover, he did not need to hunt Soul Beasts. As long as he obtained suitable reward items, he could gain Soul Rings.

If Yang Ming became Master's disciple, then after spending a long time together, these secrets would inevitably be exposed before Master's eyes. When that happened, what would Master do?

Who knew!

Yang Ming did not dare gamble on Master not being tempted by profit!

You could paint a tiger's skin but not its bones; you could know a person's face but not their heart!

If Yang Ming lost that gamble, the consequences would be unimaginable!

That was why Yang Ming had deliberately spoken so arrogantly. He only wanted Master to dislike him and keep his distance.

Seeing that Yang Ming did not want to say more, Tang San found himself snubbed and said nothing further. Amid an awkward silence, the two returned to the Junior Soul Master Academy.

This time, the gatekeeper ran away the instant he saw Yang Ming, like a mouse spotting a cat. It seemed that Yang Ming knocking out a mouthful of his teeth earlier had left a profound impression.

With Master leading the way, Yang Ming and Tang San went to the Academic Affairs Office to complete their enrollment procedures. Each received a Notting Junior Soul Master Academy uniform, standard-issue and spotless white.

Old Jack had injured his lower back earlier, so Yang Ming first took his grandfather to the hospital. He left most of the gold coins he had received from Ma Xiunuo with Old Jack, both for medical expenses and for living costs after returning home, then returned to the academy with Tang San.

There were only seven student dormitories in total. Since the students at the Junior Soul Master Academy were all quite young, each grade lived together in one large dormitory for easier centralized management. Notting Junior Soul Master Academy had only around forty students in each grade anyway.

The bottom three floors of the dormitory building housed the seven large student dormitories, each overseen by a teacher.

Dorm Seven was rather special among the seven student dormitories, and its conditions were the worst. It was specifically for work-study students.

It was worth mentioning that although Yang Ming had some money now and could have stayed in a better dormitory, he still chose Dorm Seven, where work-study students lived, just like Tang San.

Old Jack often taught Yang Ming that poverty could not change one's principles, nor could power make one submit.

Even after getting some money, Yang Ming had no intention of squandering it. He left most of it for his grandfather and asked him to give a small portion to that pregnant woman after returning to the village so she could buy some nourishing food.

The villagers treated Yang Ming like family, so naturally he would not be stingy with his own people!

The two arrived at the door of Dorm Seven, where noisy chatter spilled from inside.

Looking in, they saw a spacious room nearly three hundred square meters in size, almost as large as a basketball court. There were fifty beds inside, but only eleven of them had bedding.

Hearing their footsteps, the children who had been making noise all turned to look at them.

Their gazes seemed to say, fresh new meat—time to slaughter it.

One of the older children walked over. He was taller and sturdier than both Yang Ming and Tang San. His simple clothes exposed dark skin, while the obvious calluses on his fingertips and palms showed that he had likely worked in the fields often.

"Are you new work-study students?"

Tang San did not want trouble, so he gave a friendly smile.

"Hello, I'm a work-study student from Holy Soul Village."

Yang Ming yawned, too lazy to pay him any attention.

He had just fought Cao Mengyun and was exhausted. He had no interest in playing childish games with this kid.

However, Yang Ming's indifference made the newcomer feel humiliated.

"My name is Wang Sheng. My Martial Soul is the Battle Tiger, and I'm the boss here."

Wang Sheng walked toward Yang Ming, rolling his wrists until they crackled like fried beans. Looking displeased, he said,

"Newbie, you're pretty arrogant. I was talking to you, yet you dared ignore me? If I don't make you suffer a little, you'll think this is your home and everyone has to give way to you!"

Yang Ming was speechless.

Looking at Wang Sheng's hot-blooded, youthful manner, as though heaven was first and he was second, Yang Ming waved a hand as if shooing away an annoying fly and drawled, "Go as far away as your thoughts can reach. Right now, I just want to get some sleep."

"You!"

Wang Sheng flew into a rage, then laughed in fury.

"Fine, fine, fine! Kid, you've got guts, daring to provoke me! If I don't teach you a proper lesson, I'll write my name Wang Sheng backward!"

To protect his authority as the boss, Wang Sheng decisively used his Martial Soul.

A tiger's roar burst from Wang Sheng's mouth. A faint yellow glow rose around his body, enhancing his strength and speed.

Wang Sheng dropped onto all fours, his spine arching like a tiger crouching in the forest to hunt prey. With a spring of his limbs, he pounced at Yang Ming like a starving tiger!

With Wang Sheng's build, strength, and speed, this move alone was enough to deal with an ordinary six-year-old child.

Yang Ming yawned again and raised his eyes at the charging Wang Sheng. He had already removed the long spear from his back, using its butt as the spearhead as he thrust forward three times in rapid succession.

Cloud-Piercing Dragon!

The first thrust broke Wang Sheng's attack, the second dissolved his pounce, and the third struck Wang Sheng's thigh. A flicker of electricity flashed past, followed by Wang Sheng's cry of pain.

Wang Sheng had already collapsed on the floor, clutching his right leg as tears and snot streamed down his face from the pain.

That was only because Yang Ming had held back. Had he used the spearhead, Wang Sheng's thigh would have been pierced clean through. It would not have been mere pain then.

Under the astonished and fearful gazes of the other children, Yang Ming found his bed. He was too lazy even to buy bedding and simply lay down across it.

He was truly exhausted!

Before long, Yang Ming's snores filled the room.

Tang San hurried over, helped Wang Sheng up from the floor, and brushed the dust off him. "Why put yourself through that? Yang Ming just fought a Great Spirit Master, and you still went to provoke him. Weren't you asking to be beaten?"

"W-what?" Wang Sheng was stunned.

Afraid that Wang Sheng had not heard clearly, Tang San repeated himself.

"He just taught Cao Mengyun, the Great Spirit Master from Spirit Hall, a lesson."

Wang Sheng stood there in utter disarray, grabbed Tang San by the collar, and roared, "Tell me this isn't true!"

(Thanks to San for the 100 book coin reward! Thanks to Yuan for the 100 book coin reward!)