"Yes, ma'am!"
At Zhu Qing's command, the gatekeeper was fired on the spot. As for Yu Xiaogang, thanks to his connection with the academy's dean, he was escorted to the infirmary by two teachers.
Ignoring Yu Xiaogang entirely, Zhu Qing turned her gaze to Ning Tian and the others. She bypassed Tang San without a glance and smiled at Ning Tian. "Alright, little brother, you can head straight to registration now. If any teacher or staff member causes trouble or bullies you in the future, feel free to report it to me directly."
"I understand. Thank you, sister."
"You little rascal, I'm old enough to be your mother!"
Zhu Qing found herself liking Ning Tian more and more. What could she do? Humans are drawn to appearances. Tang San, with his ugly, charcoal-dark looks, was naturally overlooked by the beautiful dean. In contrast, Ning Tian was cute and well spoken, easily earning her favor.
"But sister, you're really beautiful."
Ning Tian wasn't lying. In this soul master world, female soul masters with decent martial souls were often quite attractive.
"Such a smooth talker! Alright, I've got to meet the dean now. You two can follow this teacher to register."
"Thank you and goodbye, sister."
After Zhu Qing departed, Ning Tian didn't spare Tang San a glance. He said a quick goodbye to Old Tom and followed the teacher who had fired the gatekeeper to register.
Old Tom, still bitter about Tang San 'snitching' on Ning Tian earlier, ignored him too. After a brief word with Old Jack, he left.
"Alright, Little San, hurry up and register," Old Jack urged, still holding hope that Tang San would bring glory to Holy Soul Village.
Tang San nodded and quickly caught up, unable to resist asking Ning Tian, "Why did you say those things? The Master has no grudge against you, right?"
"Can't I just dislike him?" Ning Tian's blunt reply left Tang San speechless.
In the end, Tang San huffed, and didn't say anything.
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Nuoding Academy wasn't large, consisting only of the main teaching building, the sports field, and the dormitory building. Despite being a primary academy, its rules were strict: even students whose homes were nearby had to live on campus under unified management.
Moments later, the two followed the teacher who had dismissed the gatekeeper to the academic affairs office on the first floor of the teaching building. A teacher in his sixties, surnamed Su, was in charge of welcoming new students. Known as Director Su, he was assisted by two younger teachers under thirty.
The teacher who fired the gatekeeper, along with Director Su and the others, gossiped about how Yu Xiaogang had tried to harass the new, beautiful vice dean and got beaten up for it.
Director Su and the group were floored. The two young male teachers, who already despised Yu Xiaogang, couldn't resist making snide remarks. This irritated Tang San greatly, he knew Ning Tian was behind it all.
Without bothering with Tang San, Ning Tian finished registering, grabbed his two sets of blue uniforms, and left without waiting. The dormitory building at Nuoding Academy was east of the sports field, easy to find. Following the room number, he soon arrived at Dorm Seven, the gathering spot for work-study students.
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Perhaps due to the conflict sparked by Yu Xiaogang, Tang San had been delayed in registering. By the time Ning Tian arrived, Xiao Wu was already in Dorm Seven, surrounded by a crowd of students who regarded her with respect, calling her "Sister Xiao Wu." Clearly, she'd already claimed the title of dorm boss.
"New work-study student! Come pay respects to our new boss, Sister Xiao Wu!" someone shouted as Ning Tian entered.
"Not interested," Ning Tian shot back. 'I'm not bowing to some old rabbit.'
His words drew the attention of everyone, including Xiao Wu. An older student, eyeing Ning Tian's fair skin and patched clothes, approached him.
"I'm Wang Sheng, martial soul War Tiger, future Battle Soul Master. Kid, what's your name? What's your martial soul? How dare you refuse to acknowledge Sister Xiao Wu?"
"What, you wanna fight?"
Ning Tian's retort threw off Wang Sheng, who'd been brimming with confidence. Worried Ning Tian might be as tough as Xiao Wu, he hesitated before shaking his head. "It's not about fighting, it's the rule. The strongest in Dorm Seven is the boss. I used to be the boss, but I lost to Sister Xiao Wu recently. If you don't want to acknowledge her, you've got to beat her."
Before Ning Tian could respond, Xiao Wu's carefree voice cut in. "Wang Sheng, since he won't acknowledge me, why don't you teach him a lesson for me?"
"Uh, alright." Caught in a tough spot, Wang Sheng turned to Ning Tian. "No offense."
With that, he lunged at Ning Tian like a tiger pouncing down a mountain. Seeing the fist aimed at his stomach, Ning Tian didn't dodge—he let it land.
At the same time, he thought, 'Bind it to Tang San.'
*Bang!*
What happened next was bizarre. Wang Sheng's fist struck Ning Tian but couldn't budge him an inch.
"How is this possible?" Wang Sheng's eyes widened, and the others stared as if they'd seen a ghost.
Everyone in Dorm Seven knew Wang Sheng's War Tiger martial soul and Level 9 soul power gave him real strength. With his age advantage, even a sturdy adult without soul power would've been floored by that punch. Yet this frail-looking new student took it head-on and stood there like it was nothing—no pain, no reaction. It was unreal.
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Meanwhile, Tang San, having just finished registering and still in the dormitory building, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Then came the 'world famous painting.'
Like Vegeta in Dragon Ball, when he first arrived on Earth and took a gut punch from Goku, he staggered backward. Unlike Vegeta, who toughed it out and recovered, Tang San had no warning. Unable to even activate his Mysterious Heaven Skill, he stumbled a few steps before collapsing, motionless, nearly vomiting his guts out.
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