Ning Fengzhi's Headache

The first day was only the entrance exam, and there were no classes. Yang Xiong, Oscar, and Tang San were assigned to the same dormitory, while the other dorm housed the Brothel duo, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

Looking at the two people around him, Yang Xiong felt extremely uncomfortable. Ever since he was little, he had always lived alone, and he really was not used to this kind of dorm life—especially sharing a room with two other boys.

He had already lived through two lifetimes. The last time he had stayed in a dorm was decades ago on Blue Star, and he felt awkward all over, especially since there were many things about his cultivation that differed from other people's.

Oscar seemed to have a fairly easygoing personality. After the two of them helped the unconscious Tang San onto a bed, they chatted for a while.

Yang Xiong seemed to be the only one among everyone who did not reject Oscar's sausage-summoning chant, which won Oscar's deep favor.

"Yang Xiong, from now on we're roommates. I'm Oscar, martial soul sausage, a Level 29 Tool Soul Master, nicknamed Sausage Vendor."

Yang Xiong smiled. "Hello, Oscar. I'm Yang Xiong, a Level 26 Battle Soul Master. My martial soul is my body. I hope we'll get along well in the same dormitory from now on."

Oscar seemed to waggle his brows a little. "Yang Xiong, that girl who came with you is pretty beautiful. You two must have a pretty good relationship after traveling here together, right?"

Yang Xiong shook his head. "Oscar, you're thinking too much. She's the little princess of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I wouldn't dare provoke her too much."

A trace of envy appeared on Oscar's face. "You actually come from the famous Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. No wonder you two look a bit different from ordinary students. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the wealthiest sect on the continent."

Yang Xiong said, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect does indeed train us students well, but being born into a sect means we aren't as free and unfettered as you."

After the two briefly introduced themselves, they each began to meditate.

Yang Xiong had just experienced a battle with Zhao Wuji, and it felt completely different from his past experiences.

Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint, after all, and he also had a top-tier Beast Martial Soul. Among Soul Masters of the same level, he could be considered part of the strongest batch in terms of combat power. Yang Xiong felt that he had been completely crushed throughout the entire fight. It could even be said that he basically had no ability to fight back.

Even though Yang Xiong had used Teleportation and Rasengan in succession, that crushing difference in level left him feeling utterly powerless. If Zhao Wuji had truly fought seriously, he feared he might not even have been able to block a single move.

In particular, the gap in their Soul Power was simply too great. Even Teleportation could be sensed by him immediately. Soul Saints could basically sense the fluctuations of Soul Power in the air, and low-level Soul Masters had almost nowhere to hide.

At that moment, Yang Xiong felt that his offensive methods were truly too poor—or rather, too few. Perhaps he really should research some combat techniques. Also, although Rasengan had formidable combat power, its consumption was far too great for him. Right now, Yang Xiong was only Level 26, so he estimated that in one battle, he could only use Rasengan four times at most.

Tang San only woke up around evening. Yang Xiong merely exchanged a few simple words with him and did not pay attention to anything else. They were not familiar with one another, so there was not much to say. Oscar, on the other hand, appeared quite friendly.

Early the next morning, after Tang San asked Oscar where Xiao Wu lived, he went out alone. Yang Xiong left at almost the same time, though he only planned to exercise around the academy.

Ever since his Ice Fire Body Tempering, Yang Xiong felt that his physical fitness had greatly improved. He carried roughly one hundred pounds of weights on him and basically never took them off.

These hundred pounds of weights included four ten-pound Wrist Guards on his limbs, as well as a sixty-pound Chest Armor. Yang Xiong had specially hired someone to forge all of them from Deep Sea Sinking Silver. They were made up of countless tiny interlocking clasps, with a layer of cloth stuck to the outside. Like soft armor, they would not affect his usual movements, nor would they chafe his skin.

Although Yang Xiong had spent the night quietly meditating, things outside were not so peaceful.

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi's expression was somewhat dark at that moment, especially since two people with equally dark expressions were standing in front of him: Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Sword Douluo, who had always been calm, rarely showed anger. "Fengzhi, I knew something was strange. Why would such a small matter require me and Old Bone to handle it together? I never expected you to have actually arranged for Rong Rong to leave, to go to some Shrek Academy. Is the education of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not good enough?"

Ning Fengzhi's expression was much graver than usual. "Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, it's precisely because you dote on Rong Rong too much that I had Rong Rong leave the sect to study and train. This will benefit her in the future."

Sword Douluo said, "I don't see any benefit. All I know is that Rong Rong, such a delicate young girl, has to suffer outside. I'm going to bring Rong Rong back."

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly spoke. "Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, this time you must listen to me. I've already written a letter to Shrek's dean, Flender. Back then, he was one of the Golden Iron Triangle, so he should have some sense of propriety and won't let Rong Rong truly fall into danger."

"Besides, Rong Rong is now at a critical stage of growth. We need to temper her temperament. Otherwise, how can she bear the heavy responsibility of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future? As her father, I only care about her even more, but I have no choice but to send her out of the sect to cultivate."

Sword Bone Douluo, who had originally been full of anger, fell silent at that moment. As top-tier Soul Masters, they understood even more clearly how difficult it was for Ning Fengzhi to control the sect.

At that moment, Sword Douluo suddenly spoke again. "Fengzhi, then why did you have that kid Yang Xiong go with Rong Rong? Don't think I can't guess what you're thinking. Rong Rong is still too young. She's simply not suited to consider that kind of thing. Also, although this Yang Xiong isn't bad, his talent is truly too poor. It will be very difficult for him to cultivate to the Titled Douluo realm in the future."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "Uncle Sword, the main reason I had Yang Xiong follow Rong Rong to study is that Yang Xiong's mind is relatively mature. He knows the proper measure in dealing with people and matters, and he can also protect Rong Rong."

"Moreover, given Yang Xiong's talent and his contributions to the sect, it's not necessarily impossible for him to have even better development in the future. Rong Rong still needs to personally win him over. Otherwise, I'm afraid Rong Rong may find it very difficult to control him in the future."

Only then did Sword Douluo snort coldly. "Fengzhi, no matter what, if anything happens to Rong Rong, I'll hold you accountable."

Ning Fengzhi merely gave a bitter smile, but after thinking for a moment, he spoke to Bone Douluo.

"Uncle Bone, I've already told Yang Xiong that when he returns to the sect again, I'll ask Uncle Bone to take him as your disciple. Perhaps if he can receive Uncle Bone's training, he may go further on the path of a Soul Master in the future."

Bone Douluo likewise snorted coldly. "This Yang Xiong is still too green. If he wants to become my disciple, it will depend on his performance from now on. Also, you must keep an eye on Rong Rong's safety. If anything happens to Rong Rong, I'll hold you accountable too."

Ning Fengzhi: ...