Martial Soul Academy.
At the entrance of the boys' dormitory.
Playful noises drifted from inside.
Ye Tianxing frowned as he opened the door.
"Hey, isn't this our handsome guy? Why are you back so late? I heard you were picked up by the Holy Maiden as soon as school was over. Is the Holy Maiden planning to keep you as a mistress?"
The speaker was a good-looking boy named Hu Xiaotian, whose Martial Soul was the Ice Wolf, and whose Soul Power was Level 41, a Battle Soul Master.
He always looked down on him and gossiped behind his back.
To be honest, if they weren't roommates, and if he didn't want to cause trouble, he would have already confronted him.
They were all commoner Soul Masters; why fight amongst themselves?
The other roommates remained silent, waiting to see the show. These guys also disliked Ye Tianxing because he was too attention-grabbing; almost all the female Soul Masters liked him.
Ye Tianxing's face was icy. He walked up and kicked Hu Xiaotian with great force, sending him flying and crashing into the wall.
"You...you're asking for death!"
Hu Xiaotian clutched his chest, completely unprepared for that kick, never expecting his opponent to attack.
Ye Tianxing was usually very amiable, always smiling, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Ice Wolf Possession!"
"Ye Tianxing, I'll smash your face today, how will you ever seduce women again!"
White fur rapidly appeared on Hu Xiaotian's body, and a phantom of an ice wolf formed from condensed soul power appeared behind him. His fingernails became incredibly sharp, and long fangs grew from his mouth. At the same time, his eyes turned bloodshot.
Four soul rings, yellow and purple, appeared.
"First Soul Skill: Frost Claw!"
A chilling aura emanated from the dormitory floor, quickly gathering as he accelerated and slapped Ye Tianxing.
If he didn't dodge, this slap would surely tear his skin, leaving him severely injured even if he didn't die.
In his eyes, Ye Tianxing, a support soul master, was easily defeated.
Ye Tianxing grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth. Did they think he was a pushover just because he wasn't showing his power? Were support-type Soul Masters really that weak?
Did these people have some misunderstanding?
And what were those words above their heads—were they meant to be funny?
[Bullying the weak and fearing the strong] [A petty person relying on power] [Just a passerby] [Liking older people] [Little Flower is mine].
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.
Four Soul Rings appeared.
But the instant the Soul Rings appeared, he stomped hard on the dormitory floor.
A ripple spread rapidly from his foot, and at the same time, the dormitory floor began to crack, with vines sprouting from the cracks in the tiles.
These vines quickly blossomed and bore fruit, the fruits being white and strangely shaped—hearts.
"First Soul Skill: Heart Blossoms!"
With each step Ye Tianxing took forward, the heart-shaped fruit grew larger. He hadn't originally wanted to use a Soul Skill, but since the opponent was using one, it meant fairness.
Bang bang bang—
The vines, carrying the heart-shaped fruits, swayed continuously, striking the opponent at incredible speed.
The powerful force sent Hu Xiaotian flying, slamming him against the bathroom door behind him, smashing it to pieces.
Wood chips flew everywhere .
Hu Xiaotian stubbornly stood up, wanting to continue attacking Ye Tianxing, but was immediately bound by vines that suddenly appeared from the ground.
"Bastard, let me go!"
Hu Xiaotian struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vines bound him.
His soul power surged, and his fourth purple soul ring flashed continuously.
"This kid wants to use his fourth soul skill?"
Ye Tianxing slowly walked over, casually picked a heart-shaped fruit, peeled off the skin, and swallowed it in one gulp. Instantly, a powerful surge of soul power erupted, making him incredibly muscular. The muscles in his arms bulged rapidly; thankfully, he was wearing loose clothing, otherwise they would have cracked.
"Are you sure you want to continue fighting me?"
Crackling sounds emanated from Ye Tianxing's entire body. His eyes were fixed on his opponent, as if he were looking at a dead man.
*Pfft*
—Hu Xiaotian suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon; several soul rings disappeared, and the white fur on his body vanished as well.
A deep voice came from his mouth: "I was wrong today. I shouldn't have done that!"
Ye Tianxing coldly said: "Weren't you very arrogant just now, thinking you had me cornered?"
Hu Xiaotian fell silent, his eyes filled with resentment. He couldn't understand why his opponent, clearly a support-type soul master, had managed to control him so easily.
This first soul skill was something he had never heard of before.
Previously, Hu Xiaotian had only seen Ye Tianxing release one or a few vines, which were lazy and usually surrendered when fighting others.
Nothing like today's exaggerated display; the entire dormitory was covered in those strange vines and those odd heart-shaped fruits.
If his first soul skill was this monstrous, what would his later soul skills be like?
The thought sent chills down Hu Xiaotian's spine.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have looked down on you, I shouldn't have been jealous of you. Please accept my apology!"
Hu Xiaotian's voice was almost pleading.
Ye Tianxing grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth: "Remember this from now on, don't challenge my limits recklessly, or I'll kill you!"
All the vines in the dormitory vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed.
Hu Xiaotian finally escaped, letting out a long sigh of relief. He lowered his head and ran back to his bed.
"Remember, His Holiness the Pope has accepted me as his disciple. This is my identity token; I believe you all understand it. We are all members of the Spirit Hall, and from now on, we must fight on the same side. I don't want any infighting!"
Ye Tianxing took out the token from his robes and showed it to everyone.
Everyone in the dormitory was stunned. The token couldn't be faked, because Hu Liena had shown it before. As a Saintess and a disciple of the Pope, everyone remembered it deeply.
These words made Hu Xiaotian jump off his bed and kneel on the ground, repeatedly apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... It's all my fault. I hope you won't hold it against me."
Hu Xiaotian was extremely worried, afraid that Ye Tianxing would retaliate against him later. His voice trembled because the status of a disciple of the Pope was incredibly valuable.
[He is currently very afraid of you, but too much provocation might incite him to do something extreme.] Ye
Tianxing glanced at the newly appeared line of text above the other person's head and said in a light tone, "I won't bully you. Our dorm's breakfast and cleaning duties for a month are yours. How does that sound?"
Hu Xiaotian was taken aback at first, then his expression softened. He bowed deeply to Ye Tianxing, saying, "Thank you."
Ye Tianxing, too lazy to waste words with the others in the dorm, took off his shirt, grabbed a towel, and headed for the bathroom.
Along the way, the other dorm members kept their distance, afraid of provoking this troublemaker.
"Splash—"
The sound of water came from inside the bathroom.
After quickly washing away the day's fatigue, Ye Tianxing casually wiped away the water droplets and flashed his white teeth in the mirror.