Brother Tianmeng's Guess

"His Second Soul Ring is Millennium. Is this the Shrek Academy that only accepts monsters?"

Seeing that Wang Dong's Second Soul Ring was Millennium Purple, Huo Yuhao felt the pressure multiply.

Ning Tian, the next successor of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School, was eleven years old and already a level 31 Spirit Zun.

Brother Lu was also a level 31 Spirit Zun, with three purple Soul Rings.

Qian Renxue was even more unbelievable—an existence in a league of her own, a Spirit Ancestor at twelve.

And now, even this person named Wang Dong had a Millennium Purple Second Soul Ring!

Huo Yuhao felt the gap between himself and these people growing ever wider, and he began to doubt whether he could persevere at Shrek Academy.

"Yuhao, Yuhao, don't be discouraged."

"Isn't it just a Millennium Second Soul Ring? Your first Soul Ring is a million-year one!"

Just then, a familiar voice rang out in Huo Yuhao's mind.

"Brother Tianmeng, you're awake!"

Seeing Brother Tianmeng awaken, Huo Yuhao said in surprise.

Ever since they had encountered Lu Chen and Qian Renxue in the Star Dou Great Forest, Brother Tianmeng had fallen into slumber, only waking today.

"Mm, but I still need to sleep again later."

"Yuhao, remember this: you are the one I chose. Other than Qian Renxue, catching up to everyone else is only a matter of time."

The Heavenly Dream Ice Worm yawned as he encouraged him.

Though he had been asleep all this time, he knew everything that had happened outside.

Lu Chen was still acceptable. A twelve-year-old Spirit Zun with three purple Soul Rings was something he could accept.

But that girl named Qian Renxue was simply too outrageous.

Having lived for so long, he had never heard of a twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor.

What concerned him even more was that girl's Martial Soul—the Seraphim Martial Soul.

Since the great war ten thousand years ago, the Seraphim Martial Soul had vanished from this continent.

Now that it had appeared again, even the Heavenly Dream Ice Worm suspected that the girl named Qian Renxue might have already received the Angel God's inheritance.

"Mm, I understand, Brother Tianmeng!"

After hearing this, Huo Yuhao regained his confidence.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lu Chen finally understood where Wang Dong's confidence came from when he saw him release his Martial Soul and Soul Rings.

Those who could enter Shrek Academy were generally around level seventeen or eighteen at his age, perhaps a little over level twenty at most.

If an ordinary Spirit Master encountered his roommate, they might not necessarily be able to defeat him.

Unfortunately, he had run into Lu Chen, a cheater.

A Grand Spirit Master with a Millennium Second Soul Ring was simply not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"Oh? A Millennium Purple Second Soul Ring."

"Is that what you're relying on?"

Lu Chen sneered and crooked a finger, signaling for Wang Dong to come at him.

"You! You! You!"

He had already summoned his Martial Soul and revealed his Millennium Second Soul Ring, yet the other person still dared to provoke her.

Wang Dong was so furious that she did not know what to say.

"First Soul Skill—Wing Side Blade!"

With a flap of Wang Dong's butterfly wings, a blade of light rapidly slashed straight at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen seemed to have had enough fun. Unhurried, he used Flash Step and instantly closed in before Wang Dong.

Wang Dong only saw a blur before a force struck her chest, throwing off her center of gravity.

Before she could steady herself, another kick landed on her back, sending her sprawling to the ground.

"What exquisite Soul Power control!"

Mu En, who had been basking in the sun all this time, could not help but brighten at the sight of Lu Chen's Flash Step.

He compressed Soul Power and injected it into the soles of his feet, then coated his entire body in a layer of Soul Power film to reduce air resistance, creating an effect akin to "teleportation."

Even a Soul Saint might not be capable of such exquisite control over Soul Power.

Before Wang Dong could get up, Lu Chen strode over, straddled her back, and pinned her shoulders down, leaving her unable to move.

"Pretty boy, do you admit defeat?" Lu Chen asked, looking down at her.

"No!" Wang Dong struggled desperately, humiliated and enraged, but the force on her back was as heavy as a mountain. She could not break free at all.

Smack.

A crisp sound rang out as Lu Chen slapped her butt.

Wang Dong's entire body stiffened, and she went completely blank.

Shame, fury, and grievance surged into Wang Dong's heart at once. "You... you shameless bastard!"

Although she had enrolled as a boy, she was actually a girl.

Growing up, forget being spanked—no one had even touched her before.

But how could Lu Chen know that? Smack. Another hit landed.

"What does shameless have to do with it? I'm asking whether you admit defeat."

For a self-important young master like this, he needed to teach her a proper lesson and make her face reality: Lu Chen's fists were bigger, so he had the final say in this dormitory.

After several more hits, Wang Dong's voice had taken on a sobbing tone, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

She had never suffered such humiliation in her life, yet she could neither beat him nor escape.

"I... I admit defeat..."

Her muffled, tearful voice came from beneath her arms, trembling slightly as she buried her face in their crook.

Seeing her give in, Lu Chen finally stopped, though he did not get up. "If you admit defeat, call me Boss. What's a grown man crying for?"

Wang Dong bit her lip as humiliation swept through her body.

But circumstances were stronger than people. After holding it in for a long while, she finally squeezed out two words in a tiny voice: "Boss..."

"Louder. I can't hear you."

"Boss!" Wang Dong practically shouted it.

Satisfied, Lu Chen slowly asked, "Who cleans the dorm from now on?"

"...I will."

"Can you bring friends in?"

"...Yes."

"Can people go shirtless in the dorm?"

"No!" Wang Dong instantly raised her head, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I can agree to everything else, but absolutely not that!"

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. Seeing how intensely she reacted, he did not press the matter. "Fine, we'll go with your rule on that one. Everything else follows what I say."

Only then did Lu Chen get up.

Wang Dong also scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state. Her short blue hair was slightly messy, her clothes were dusty, and her eyes were red. She shot Lu Chen a fierce glare, but did not make any more threats.

Wang Dong felt both stifled and ashamed. She had never suffered such a huge loss in her life.

"You don't need to feel unconvinced. If we weren't roommates, you would have been bedridden for at least a month today."

Seeing that Wang Dong still seemed unconvinced, Lu Chen spoke calmly.

He had already gone easy on her for the sake of them being roommates.

"Let's go, Yuhao."

With that, Lu Chen called Huo Yuhao back to the dorm as though nothing had happened.

"Bastard!"

"Asshole!"

After Lu Chen left, Wang Dong rubbed her aching butt and kicked a pebble at her feet in frustration.

Wang Dong lingered outside for a long while before finally preparing to return to the dorm.

Just as she reached the dormitory entrance, an aged voice sounded beside her. "The quality of Soul Rings is indeed important, but one's personal combat skills are equally important."

"You rely too much on your own Martial Soul and Soul Skills."

Hearing this, Wang Dong stood there blankly for a moment before bowing to Mu En. "Thank you, Grandpa. I understand."

Ever since she could remember, whenever she fought people her age, she only needed to release her Martial Soul to win.

This had formed a habit of treating her Martial Soul and Soul Skills as her trump cards.

After all, if she could not win, she just had to summon her Martial Soul.

Yet this time, her roommate had taught her a lesson.

Even when she surrendered, she still did not know what his Martial Soul was or what Soul Skills he possessed.

Throughout the entire fight, he had relied solely on his personal combat techniques to completely overwhelm her.