Ye Wuhen, the Boss of Dorm Seven

By the time Tang San realized what he had said, it was already too late.

Fortunately, everyone in Dorm Seven still seemed immersed in shock and paid Tang San no particular attention.

But...

Tang San studied the person before him, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

The child before him had long, aqua-blue hair, just like...

Blue silver grass!

For some reason, blue silver grass was the first thing Tang San thought of.

Could this fellow also possess a blue silver grass martial soul?

Tang San could not quite say for sure. After all, that strange sensation that had just arisen did not seem quite like it.

"Ow! What are you doing?!"

"Ha, that hurt like hell!" The boy who had slammed heavily into the floor rubbed his lower back as he stood, looking at the person opposite him with some surprise.

"Ye Wuhen, you can use that blue silver grass of yours as a whip, too? Well, I, Wang Sheng, keep my word. From now on, you're the boss of Dorm Seven!"

"Not interested. But if anyone gets bullied, you can come to me." The blue-haired child named Ye Wuhen waved casually without even looking behind him, then went off to sort out his own bed.

"Huh?"

The child who called himself Wang Sheng was clearly surprised, but seeing Ye Wuhen's indifferent manner, he could hardly say anything more and could only give a few sheepish chuckles.

"Hey! You there, are you new?"

Only then did Wang Sheng notice Tang San. He composed himself, trying his best to put a fierce expression on his broad face.

But as Tang San stared at the red mark on Wang Sheng's face, the corners of his mouth twitched. Instead, he looked as though he wanted to laugh but was forcing himself to hold it in.

"What the hell are you laughing at?! Do you know what this is? This is an injury Brother Ye Wuhen gave me! Just look around Dorm Seven-how many people can fight Brother Ye Wuhen?!"

"Ye Wuhen? His name is Ye Wuhen?"

Tang San looked toward that blue figure, his eyes full of inquiry.

"And from what you said, his martial soul is blue silver grass, too?"

As a member of the Tang Sect, Tang San could be considered well versed in assassination. One glance told him that the mark on Wang Sheng's face had been caused by something like a whip.

Combining Wang Sheng's words with that strange reaction he had just experienced, Tang San was already all but certain that Ye Wuhen's martial soul was also blue silver grass.

"So that's it. That was what Director Su meant by 'another one.'"

"What do you mean, 'too'? Is your martial soul blue silver grass as well?" Listening to Tang San, Wang Sheng looked him up and down, somewhat dumbfounded. "Isn't blue silver grass a trash martial soul? Why can it not only cultivate, but also..."

Still shaken, he glanced toward Ye Wuhen. Only after seeing that he had no intention of looking over did Wang Sheng continue:

"Forget it. Since you're here, you have to follow Dorm Seven's rules."

"Normally, since you've just arrived, you're supposed to fight me so we can see what you're made of. But as you saw, Ye Wuhen is the boss of Dorm Seven now, so you have to fight Ye..."

"Ow!"

A blade of grass, blue and green in color, lashed Wang Sheng's backside like a whip, cutting off what he was about to say.

"I'm not interested in who you pick as your boss. Don't drag me into it."

The six-year-old child named Ye Wuhen slowly withdrew his martial soul. His emerald-green eyes glanced at Tang San and Wang Sheng, but he said nothing more. He simply used his martial soul to casually place his belongings on the seventh bed along the wall of Dorm Seven, then turned and left through the back door.

Tang San saw it clearly. Unlike his own blue silver grass martial soul...

Ye Wuhen's blue silver grass was actually both blue and green?

And, seemingly because of his martial soul, Ye Wuhen's eyes were actually emerald green. On closer inspection, even the tips of his blue hair were green, though it was not very obvious.

But more than any of that, what concerned Tang San was:

Did Ye Wuhen have twin martial souls, just like him?

According to the theory his teacher had explained to him, blue silver grass itself seemingly could not possess soul power.

Unless Ye Wuhen had a second martial soul like him, he should have been an ordinary person without soul power.

How could he possibly...

Watching Wang Sheng rub his backside, Tang San's eyes filled with gravity.

For Wang Sheng to call himself Dorm Seven's former boss, his martial soul and soul power were presumably quite formidable among the work-study students.

Yet he had actually been crushed by someone with a blue silver grass martial soul? And from the looks of it, Wang Sheng had accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.

Everyone said blue silver grass was a trash martial soul, and after being put through the Celestial Screen's baptism, Tang San also had a rough idea of just how useless his blue silver grass martial soul was.

"Hey, kid, what are you spacing out for?! Boss Ye might not want to handle things, but that doesn't mean you can slip through!"

Wang Sheng rubbed his backside, his face somewhat flushed as he looked at Tang San.

"My name is Wang Sheng. My martial soul is a War Tiger. I'm a future battle soul master, and right now, I'm Dorm Seven's second-in-command."

"My name is Tang San. My martial soul is blue silver grass."

"Your martial soul really is blue silver grass. Whatever, never mind. Little San, right? Boss Ye calls the shots here now, and I'm number two, so rounding things off, you have to listen to me, too!"

"My name is Tang San, not Little San."

A little more displeasure appeared on Tang San's face.

"Hey! You little..."

A few minutes later, Wang Sheng was thrown to the floor once again, drawing repeated exclamations from the other members of Dorm Seven.

Were blue silver grass soul masters all this bizarre these days?

"All right, I give, I give! Tang San, you're number two, you're number two. I'll just be number three."

Wang Sheng was on the verge of tears.

Why couldn't he, a twelve-year-old with a War Tiger martial soul, beat a six-year-old child who likewise had yet to become a soul master?!

"I'm not interested in this boss or number two business either, but..." Thinking of what Ye Wuhen had just said, Tang San added something after all.

"But if someone bullies you, I'll help, too."

After putting his belongings away, Tang San learned a little about Dorm Seven from Wang Sheng, focusing particularly on Ye Wuhen.

Blue silver grass with innate full soul power, too... Tang San speculated inwardly. Then according to Teacher's theory, Ye Wuhen should possess twin martial souls, just like me.

But why does Ye Wuhen's blue silver grass not only look a size larger than mine, but also have a slightly different color?

And...

Remembering his reaction when he first saw Ye Wuhen, Tang San blushed.

That feeling was far too strange.

Forget it. I'll ask Teacher about it later.

Looking at the seventh bed along the wall of Dorm Seven, Tang San wanted to talk to Ye Wuhen, but unfortunately, he was not there, so Tang San could only give up.

A teacher named Mo Hen came by to deliver bedding, which warmed Tang San's heart once again.

Back in Holy Soul Village, even his father had never cared for him this much.

"Tang San, come on, let's go have lunch! My treat for these next two days. Consider it a welcome meal for you and Boss Ye!"

Before leaving, Tang San glanced at Ye Wuhen's bed. On it lay seven seeds from some unknown plant.

Ye Wuhen... does he really like the number seven?

At that very moment, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, a little girl wearing a scorpion-tail braid had boredom written all over her delicate pink face.

"I'm so bored! Da Ming, I want to go out and play!"