Mu En's Reaction, Dorm Assignments

"Is that... a Golden Crow?!!"

Du Weilun's eyes widened as he stared blankly at the scene.

This strange bird wreathed in flames was clearly identical to inner court disciple Wu Ming's Martial Soul, but why... even as a Soul Douluo, he could clearly sense an extraordinarily powerful pressure from this bird, as though it had come from the ancient wilderness, an existence born at the dawn of this world.

The upper limit of this Martial Soul... was probably absurdly high.

Du Weilun drew a deep breath.

His gaze grew increasingly fervent and excited. "Child, put it away. There's no need to test your Soul Power. I trust you. Go to the freshman logistics department to collect your uniform and academy badge."

Of course-this Martial Soul was unquestionably top-tier!

It could probably rival that Evil Fire Phoenix in the inner court. Two years ago, Ma Xiaotao had awakened one night to find that her Martial Soul had evolved in her dreams. It was said to have advanced directly into the legendary Divine Fire Phoenix. Not only had she escaped the torment and suppression of Evil Fire, but her strength had also broken through three levels in succession, placing her above all inner court disciples her age.

Only, that girl kept muttering something about Lu Cheng, saying that if he saw him, he should keep an eye out for her.

Wait...

Du Weilun's gaze froze for a moment.

He sized up the boy before him again. His face was still youthful, but it carried a certain sharpness. He was rather fine-featured, yet always had something uncanny about him.

Were my eyes playing tricks on me?

Forget it. Du Weilun shook his head. Although the two shared the exact same name, Lu Cheng, judging by that girl's frantic, teeth-gritting manner, she probably meant some other genius on the continent...

Only after watching the boy leave the office did his eyes fill with excitement, and he sprinted toward Yan Shaozhe's office. What if the Soul Tool Department discovered him and snatched him away?

He had to notify the dean quickly.

In the Shrek Outer Court, first-year freshmen lived in white dorm buildings, second- and third-years in yellow, third- and fourth-years in purple, and fifth- and sixth-years in black. Their uniforms followed the same color scheme. As for the dark green uniforms, those counted as formal attire, worn only for competitions.

Inner court disciples mostly wore red-and-white uniforms, though there were also those like Ma Xiaotao, who dressed entirely in fiery red to match their Martial Soul's attributes.

Lu Cheng arrived at the foot of the first-year freshman teaching building.

He swept his gaze around. The white-bearded old man lying on a lounge chair, leisurely basking in the sun, was quite conspicuous.

His expression unchanged, Lu Cheng walked up to the old man in a few strides. "Lu Cheng, Freshman Class One."

"Here, Dorm 108. Collect your uniforms from the logistics department. The girls' dorms are above the third floor. No unauthorized entry... understood?" Mu En kept his eyes closed and tossed out a set of keys, gently rocking his lounge chair as he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yes."

Lu Cheng nodded, then turned and walked into the teaching building.

Only after the boy disappeared did Mu En open his eyes, a trace of bewilderment and astonishment appearing in his gaze.

For some reason, his first impression of this boy had been rather strange, even complicated.

It was like meeting an old friend with whom he had once shared deep ties and entanglements, an existence like Long Xiaoyao, both righteous and evil.

Mu En carefully searched his memories, yet confirmed that this truly was their first meeting.

"What a strange boy..."

Mu En narrowed his eyes. Only after a long while did he close them again, and the lounge chair slowly began rocking once more.

Meanwhile.

Lu Cheng collected his white uniform in a size that fit him. It was brand-new, with gold trim, and the design was quite nice. Unfortunately, the price made him click his tongue. Although Jiang Nannan had already paid his tuition in advance, at this rate, he would squander every last bit of the private savings she had accumulated over the years.

Time to make some money...

In the dormitory corridor, Lu Cheng searched for his room while pondering ways to earn money.

First, Soul Tool production. This was something he excelled at. Although he had never displayed his abilities as a Soul Engineer in the simulator, he had actually long since become a Level 9 Soul Engineer. While in the Sun Moon Empire, he had relied on his spiritual-type Martial Soul, Blood Pupils, to easily engrave numerous core Soul Tool formations, joining the ranks of the youngest Level 9 Soul Engineers. Even Kong Deming had favored him greatly and planned to take him as a disciple, only abandoning the idea after learning that he was an Evil Soul Master.

And those memories were his precious wealth as well.

What he certainly did not lack now were experience and teachers. What he lacked were spiritual power and Soul Power. He was like someone who had already cleared the game once: he only needed to raise his level sufficiently, and everything else would fall into place as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

But... that clearly was not enough.

To engrave Soul Tools, he would first need at least a decent carving knife and a fully equipped workbench. That meant he needed to join the Soul Tool Department first, cultivating as both a Soul Master and a Soul Engineer, just like Huo Gua.

Moreover, the academy would not provide things like carving knives. He would have to buy them himself, and he had already squeezed Jiang Nannan's private savings nearly dry, so she could not offer much help either-unless he sought assistance from Du Weilun.

In other words... he did not have quite enough starting capital.

Surely I couldn't actually copy Huo Gua and sell grilled fish?

Was barbecue the final destination of every eye-type Martial Soul?

Lu Cheng felt his teeth ache.

He stopped before a dorm room door. 108. Sigh... wasn't this Huo Gua's room in the original story?

Lu Cheng paused. What a coincidence...

Inside the room, a boy was already there, greeting him with a smile. "Ning Cong. You must be my new roommate?"

"Lu Cheng."

Lu Cheng smiled, and the two shook hands.

"Judging by your surname... are you from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?"

"Yes." Ning Cong smiled. "Unfortunately, my talent is poor. I'm too embarrassed to admit it when I'm away from home, for fear of being laughed at."

"Talent that gets you to level twenty-two, in the support system that's the hardest to cultivate, hardly counts as poor," Lu Cheng said with a smile.

"..." Ning Cong's expression stiffened. Those eyes opposite him seemed increasingly uncanny. He could even see through that?!!

"I caught a glimpse of the new Class One roster on the director of studies' desk earlier. You were in the top five, so you stood out." Lu Cheng smiled and began making his bed.

"So that's it..." The corner of Ning Cong's eye twitched, but he breathed a sigh of relief. This fellow actually had the nerve to look all around him in the director of studies' office?

"Xiao Cheng." A graceful figure gently knocked on the door. Only when Lu Cheng turned around did her pale pink eyes soften, like an iceberg slowly melting. Jiang Nannan walked in on her long, beautiful legs.

"Sis."

Lu Cheng looked surprised.

"It's fine. Classes haven't officially started yet, and not everyone has arrived at the dorms, so the rules aren't that strict yet..." Jiang Nannan said with a bright smile, taking over Lu Cheng's bedding and bending down to make his bed.

Beside them, Ning Cong looked utterly shocked. He looked at Lu Cheng, then at Jiang Nannan.

Finally, he gave a thumbs-up.

The outer court's number-one beauty-even someone like him, who had only just joined the outer court, knew her famous name. Jiang Nannan, a surname clearly different from Lu. The way they called each other sister and brother...

There was probably something a little ambiguous about it.

"Eat properly. If you don't have enough money, just ask your big sister for more. At your age, you're still growing..." Before leaving, Jiang Nannan rubbed Lu Cheng's head again, her fair hands patting and straightening his collar, her eyes filled with tenderness.