Notting Academy, Dormitory 7.
The next morning, Zu Zong woke up from his cultivation.
Opening his eyes, he looked around and found two empty beds in Dormitory 7.
Seeing this, a strange smile curved Zu Zong's lips, and he chuckled to himself:
"Looks like the gift I gave Tang San yesterday was quite substantial. He's probably still shivering from the cold and hunger in some dark room!"
Brushing his teeth and washing his face, Zu Zong didn't greet anyone else and walked out of Dormitory 7 on his own.
Zu Zong arrived at the Dean of Students' office.
Before even entering, Zu Zong heard a middle-aged man's voice cursing loudly from afar.
"Outrageous! This is outrageous! How dare they just leave a freshman in a dark room like that?"
"The Dean of Students definitely needs to be disciplined. Leaving a student in a dark room all night like that—if I hadn't gotten up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and heard crying inside, that kid would probably have gone crazy the next day. Notting Academy is a place for lower-level Soul Masters to learn, not a protective umbrella for others to bully others. I even saw him asking for bribes from a student's parents a few days ago."
Another middle-aged male voice answered him, his tone very deep and somber, as if he had experienced many hardships, devoid of any vitality.
"Then, Master, what do you suggest?"
"Without rules, there can be no order. Expel him and issue a school-wide reprimand, make him bow his head and apologize to my student."
"But that Horton (the doorman's pseudonym) is the nephew of the Spirit Hall Master of Notting City! This is a bit..." "So
what if it's the Spirit Hall? Even the Pope wouldn't do such a thing! @#￥" (These are all words criticizing the Spirit Hall!)
Bibi Dong: I'm just lying here and getting shot.
Standing outside the door, Zu Zong stroked his flawless white chin, thinking to himself, "It seems the one arguing with the Dean of Students is the legendary 'Master.'
Is it all predestined? Even this allows Yu Xiaogang to meet Tang San!
And judging from Yu Xiaogang's tone, he even took Tang San as his disciple."
Fate is truly unpredictable.
"Knock knock." Zu Zong knocked on the Dean of Students' office door.
"Click," the door opened.
A refined middle-aged man stood before him. From the badge with four longswords engraved on his chest, Zu Zong knew his identity: the Dean of Students of Notting Academy, the level 32 Battle Soul Venerable Blakelin (a made-up name).
Zu Zong, a model student, aspired to all-round development in morality, intelligence, and physical fitness—not only beautiful in body but also in heart.
He greeted the Dean of Students naturally and politely.
"Good morning, Dean of Students!"
"Good morning! I remember you're Zong, the student who just enrolled yesterday! Don't just stand outside, come in."
The Dean of Students was very welcoming, not only kindly leading Zong into the room but also pouring him a cup of hot tea.
Heaven knows.
Blanklin had just started work today, hadn't even had breakfast, when this so-called "master" summoned him to his office. The master kept nagging, not only hurling insults but also openly criticizing His Holiness the Pope of the Spirit Hall, making Blanklin's heart pound with fear.
Hearing a knock at the door, Blanklin felt like he'd been granted a pardon, and without even saying "come in," he ran to open it himself.
The Zuzong took the teacup, symbolically took a sip, and was about to speak when Blanklin spoke.
"Come, Master, let me introduce you. This is also a new student who enrolled yesterday—the zu zong. Not only that, he's a genius with innate full spirit power. Isn't your disciple a Blue Silver Grass spirit with innate full spirit power? This little genius also awakened Blue Silver Grass, and a very powerful mutated Blue Silver Grass at that."
Innate full spirit power mutated Blue Silver Grass? Yu Xiaogang, who had initially thought the headmaster was just going to brush him off, suddenly brightened up. A signature ugly smile appeared on his stiff face, as if he'd seen a priceless treasure, and he scrutinized the clan leader from head to toe.
With each glance, he nodded in approval. "
Not bad, not bad at all. His physique is extraordinary; he truly deserves to be called a one-in-a-million martial arts prodigy… cough cough, a one-in-a-million talent. He's qualified to become my disciple, the 'theoretically invincible' Yu Xiaogang. Only my theories could have shaped him. "
With a firm resolve, Yu Xiaogang decided to take this person before him—potentially the fourth person in history to possess twin martial souls—as his second disciple.
The zu zong, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine under Yu Xiaogang's greedy gaze. "Could this 'master' be gay, lusting after my good looks?"
The thought sent a shiver down his spine. If the headmaster hadn't been there, the zu zong would have definitely given him a taste of the Leaf Village's taijutsu.
Zu Zong cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, well, Dean of Students, this guy next to me must be the dorm supervisor, right? I'd like to ask you for a few days off, so I can have him register me."
Dean of Students, Blanklin, almost burst out laughing when he heard the word "dorm supervisor," glancing at Yu Xiaogang, whose lips were twitching. To be honest, this master's attire and style really did resemble an old dorm supervisor.
Blanklin didn't explain further, but gently asked, "Zu Zong, school just started yesterday, and you're already asking for leave today? What are you planning to do?"
Zu Zong replied, "I'm planning to hunt for my first spirit ring."
Blanklin nodded.
"That's right. You've awakened your martial soul for three months now, which is quite a delay. If you don't go and get your spirit ring soon, it will affect your future progress. I happen to be free these few days, so I'll take you!"
Zu Zong thought for a moment and didn't refuse; this would save a lot of trouble. Going to Su Yuntao might be able to trick him into giving him a warrant, but the soldiers guarding the Soul Hunting Forest and those martial arts practitioners wouldn't treat the clan leader like an adult.
"Okay, thank you, Headmaster!"
The two were engrossed in their conversation, completely ignoring Yu Xiaogang, who was considering how to take on disciples. Every time he tried to speak, the clan leader would shut him down with, "Dormitory supervisor, you can talk to me later."
Until the two finished their conversation and went out for breakfast, Yu Xiaogang hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise.
Standing at the door, Yu Xiaogang watched the zu zong's figure gradually disappear into the distance, his fist clenched tightly in his sleeve.
"No, I can't give up yet! I, Yu Xiaogang, must prove myself. Right! I still have Xiao San. Tomorrow I'll take him hunting for spirit rings too. When we get back, I'll let Xiao San compete with him. Then he'll see the difference and naturally fall at my feet... oh, I mean, at my feet. Haha, I'm truly a genius!"
Meanwhile, the zu zong, walking with Dean Blanklin in the distance, glanced back at the direction Yu Xiaogang was standing and saw him gesturing wildly, seemingly doing something erratic. He asked Blanklin, "Dean, that dorm supervisor was standing there gesturing wildly! Is he mentally ill?"
Frankly, Blanklin utterly despised this strange friend of the dean, who called himself a "master." He was in his forties or fifties, and hadn't even broken through level thirty, yet he was still boasting about his "invincible theory." If it weren't for the dean's sake, he would never have given this freeloader a second glance. Yesterday, he tricked that promising young man named Tang San, who possessed innate full soul power, into becoming his disciple. Fearing that the zu zong would suffer the same fate, he didn't step in to explain when the clan leader "misunderstood" Yu Xiaogang.
Without much hesitation, Franklin replied, "It's nothing serious. He's probably just getting old and entering menopause."
(End of Chapter)