Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy wasn't as large as it appeared from the outside. With Master leading the way, Cheng Xiao quickly arrived at the Academic Affairs Office. With his Martial Soul certificate issued by the Spirit Hall, he smoothly completed his registration, becoming a first-year student at Notting Academy.
"Xiao San, I have some matters to attend to. I'll come find you when I have time," Master said calmly, looking at Tang San, who had already finished registering.
"Yes, Teacher," Tang San nodded.
Master patted Tang San's head and glanced deeply at Cheng Xiao as he turned to leave.
During the student registration, he also saw Cheng Xiao's Martial Soul certificate: Beast Martial Soul, Shadow Soldier, Innate Full Soul Power!
In his eyes, this was undoubtedly a peerless genius. With his theoretical knowledge to guide him, his future achievements would be, at the very least, a Title Douluo!
Unfortunately, this child wasn't interested in Martial Soul theory. As a generation's Martial Soul theory master, if he were to be so eager to take a disciple, wouldn't it be a laughingstock?
But Master wasn't in a hurry. After they began their Martial Soul cultivation, the gap between Tang San and Cheng Xiao would widen. By then, he didn't believe Cheng Xiao wouldn't come to him as a teacher?
After Master left, Director Su, who registered Tang San and Cheng Xiao, was also somewhat surprised but didn't say much. After handing two sets of brand-new school uniforms to the two children, he continued with his work.
"Thank you," Cheng Xiao took the school uniform and politely thanked Director Su, then walked out of the Academic Affairs Office with Tang San.
After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, Tang San and Cheng Xiao carried their school uniforms and, according to the location mentioned by the teacher, quickly found their dormitory.
As work-study students, they were naturally assigned to the work-study student dormitory, the Seventh Dorm.
Before even entering the dormitory, Cheng Xiao and Tang San could hear the noise coming from inside. Pushing open the door, they saw seven or eight children playing and joking around, seemingly unaware of the two newcomers.
"Hey, are you the new work-study students?"
Just then, one of the older children walked towards them.
"We are. Is there a problem?" Cheng Xiao narrowed his eyes, looking at the boy striding towards them.
On the first day of school, and they're already trying to make a show of force?
Tang San stood to the side, silent, just watching the boy who was two heads taller than him.
"Since you've come to the Seventh Dorm, you must abide by the rules of the Seventh Dorm!" The tall boy looked down at the two of them, saying, "My name is Wang Sheng, my Martial Soul is War Tiger, and I'm a future War Spirit Master. I'm also the boss of the Seventh Dorm. What are your names? And what are your Martial Souls?"
Tang San and Cheng Xiao exchanged glances and reported their names and Martial Souls.
"Blue Silver Grass? Shadow? What kind of garbage Martial Souls are those?" Wang Sheng's expression was extremely exaggerated as he roared with laughter, clutching his stomach.
With Wang Sheng taking the lead, the other children in the dormitory burst into laughter as well, looking at the two of them as if they were idiots.
Shadow and Blue Silver Grass, these two Martial Souls sounded like trash. How could they compare to the domineering War Tiger of their dorm leader, Wang Sheng?
"Alright, stop laughing." Wang Sheng waved his hand and looked at Cheng Xiao and Tang San. "You two, since you're here in the Seventh Dorm, you'll listen to me from now on, understand?"
After saying this, Wang Sheng reached out and pushed Tang San, who looked easy to bully.
As for Cheng Xiao, who was beside Tang San, Wang Sheng chose to ignore him. Sometimes, when bullying someone, you had to pick on those who looked easy to push around, and Tang San was exactly that kind of person.
"Looks like we have to fight." Tang San set down his luggage and school uniform.
In the next second, Tang San was like lightning, appearing behind Wang Sheng. His right arm bent slightly as he delivered an elbow strike to Wang Sheng's waist while kicking his right foot against his calf, directly knocking him to the ground.
"You dare to ambush me!" Wang Sheng, who had gotten back up, was furious. A faint yellow light emanated from his body as he charged towards Tang San with incredible speed, his Martial Soul already activated.
Seeing Wang Sheng activate his Martial Soul, Cheng Xiao shook his head. They're still just kids, easily angered and quick to lose their cool.
However, he had come with Tang San. Although Tang San could easily defeat Wang Sheng, it wouldn't look right if he didn't do anything.
Therefore, Cheng Xiao joined the fray, teaming up with Tang San to face off against Wang Sheng, the boss of the Seventh Dorm, and his underlings.
Ever since he accepted the Shadow King's Shadow Power, coupled with three months of continuous training, Cheng Xiao's physical attributes had greatly improved. He was more than capable of handling these dormmates, none of whom were even One-Ring Spirit Masters.
Looking at the several children closing in, Cheng Xiao clenched his fist and charged towards one of them in the blink of an eye.
The child saw Cheng Xiao rushing towards him and hurriedly clenched his fist, swinging at Cheng Xiao.
Cheng Xiao tilted his head to the left, and his clenched fist landed on the opponent's abdomen before quickly withdrawing. Then, he turned and charged towards the other dormmates who hadn't reacted yet.
"Ah! Don't hit the face! Don't hit my face!"
"Boss, help me... Ah!"
Following a few screams, Tang San, who had just finished dealing with Wang Sheng, turned his head and saw three or four children lying on the ground, clutching their painful body parts and wailing. The others who hadn't participated stood respectfully to the side, not daring to utter a word.
The culprit, Cheng Xiao, had already found a bed and was unpacking his uniform and luggage, as if the children on the ground weren't beaten by him.
"I... I can't believe it!" Wang Sheng's eyes widened as he looked at his underlings who were knocked down, his voice trembling a little. "Cheng... Cheng Xiao is the real deal!"
"Wang Sheng! Come over and help me make the bed."
"Yes!" Wang Sheng sprang up from the ground, a flattering smile on his face as he walked to Cheng Xiao's bed and reached out to help him.
Seeing this scene, Tang San shook his head and also chose an empty bed, beginning to tidy it up.
"Tang San, was that a Spirit Skill you just used?" Wang Sheng and the others, who had been beaten up, had lost their initial arrogance. They now spoke to the two of them in a friendly manner. After the fight, they had realized these two were not to be trifled with.
Soon, Wang Sheng explained the rules for Work-Study Students and strongly recommended Cheng Xiao as the leader. After all, what had just happened was still fresh in their minds.
"Let Tang San be the Work-Study Student leader." Cheng Xiao wasn't interested in Wang Sheng's flattery and firmly rejected the proposal, instead recommending Tang San as the dorm leader.
"Uh, alright then." Seeing Cheng Xiao's refusal, Wang Sheng couldn't help but sigh. He then turned his gaze to Tang San.
Tang San was about to decline when he saw Wang Sheng and the others looking at him with hopeful expressions. From their faces, Tang San felt a sense of responsibility, the responsibility to protect the weak—a feeling commonly known as a sense of justice.
As a disciple of the Tang Sect, how could he not have a sense of justice? Unable to refuse, Tang San prepared to agree when a clear voice came from outside.
"Excuse me, is this the Seventh Dorm?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl standing at the door. She had a pink face, a long pigtail that reached past her hips, and large, watery eyes filled with curiosity as she looked into the dorm.
The boys had never seen anything like it, and they all stared blankly, forgetting how to speak.
Cheng Xiao also saw the girl standing at the door, but he didn't pay much attention. Xiao Wu was only six years old now; how pretty could she be?