Tang San couldn't believe it.
He thought he was dreaming.
But the sharp pain on his face told him otherwise.
This isn't a dream.
It's real.
Reality hit him hard—and it was something he couldn't accept.
His body slid across the floor, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.
Even Wang Sheng trembled slightly from the overwhelming aura Zhang Fan had just released. That terrifying, murderous energy made everyone around feel as though a god or demon had descended.
Xiao Wu's eyes sparkled in surprise.
This Dorm Seven boss... is pretty strong.
That guy who moved so fast got taken out in a blink.
What a monster.
She couldn't help but get serious. Only if I go all-out can I possibly defeat him.
"Mysterious Jade Hand!"
Tang San's hands suddenly glowed with a white jade hue, surrounded by mysterious energy. He clawed at the ground, sparks flying as he brought himself to a stop.
"You lost." Wang Sheng blocked Tang San, who was trying to rush forward again despite his injuries.
"I haven't lost! I just got knocked away!" Tang San growled, unwilling to admit defeat. His eyes were cold and dark.
Wang Sheng was taken aback.
"It's not a life-and-death battle. One move is enough to lose!"
"Yeah, you really did lose." Xiao Wu agreed with a calm nod. "A loss is still a loss, even if it's just one move."
"No way! In that case—let's fight again!"
Tang San was fuming. That guy was just a weakling from the village! Weaker martial soul, weaker soul power! How could he beat me?!
It was just because I let my guard down!
"You... trying to cause trouble or what?" Wang Sheng glared at him.
"A loss is a loss! Don't mess around and delay Boss's duel with the pretty girl!"
"Pah..."
Tang San clenched his fists tightly and stormed away, humiliated and frustrated.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu stepped forward and stood in front of Zhang Fan.
"Hello... let's begin! But if I lose and become your servant, you've gotta cover my living expenses!"
"Sure!"
Zhang Fan smiled. He could already tell she was broke—but with 5,000 gold soul coins in his stash, it wasn't a problem.
"Swoosh—!" Xiao Wu suddenly flashed forward.
Zhang Fan's Divine Demon Steps activated instantly, energy bursting around him.
But Xiao Wu was prepared. She dodged backward, narrowly avoiding his sinister aura.
With a graceful leap, she stepped on the bedframe and twisted midair, appearing at Zhang Fan's side. Her slender leg wrapped around his neck—soft and smooth, carrying a faint fragrance.
Her toned abdomen pressed against his face.
Zhang Fan blinked, stunned.
"Swoosh—!" Xiao Wu bent forward suddenly, hands planting firmly on the ground as she flipped Zhang Fan over her head.
"Swoosh—!" He was tossed out, but with a quick backflip, he neutralized the force and landed gently on his feet.
Xiao Wu froze in surprise.
This guy... did he predict my move in advance?
How else could he land so cleanly after that throw?
"Swoosh—!" In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan reappeared in front of her like a demonic flash.
Xiao Wu was still regaining her balance when she felt a sudden gust of wind.
"Boom—!" The sheer force almost knocked her off her feet. She staggered... then stumbled into Zhang Fan's arms.
Her face bumped into his neck.
Her cheeks flushed red as she felt his firm shoulders.
Zhang Fan stood frozen, feeling the soft warmth of her body and the smooth impact—as if a rabbit had thumped against him.
"...I lost!" Xiao Wu muttered with a rosy blush. "I didn't even plan to win anyway. You said you'd provide food. I was already tempted!"
"And besides... I don't think I can beat you."
She quickly stepped away from his arms, feeling a little awkward.
She brought her small travel bag over and placed it by Zhang Fan's bed.
In the shadows, Tang Hao was watching with narrowed eyes.
"A hundred-thousand-year soul beast?" He sensed the ancient aura on Xiao Wu and felt a jolt of excitement.
He originally thought Xiao Wu would bond with Tang San—but Tang San had been defeated.
Zhang Fan, huh... this kid hides his strength well. That movement technique... too strange.
Could someone be secretly teaching him?
Otherwise, how could he defeat my son?
"Ding, Dialogue Modification Task Triggered."
[Tang Hao: I'll give Zhang Fan a warning later.](Two words can be modified)
Zhang Fan's expression darkened.
This guy's disgusting. Just because I made your son bleed a little, you want to threaten me? Bullying the weak much?
With a wave of his hand, he modified the dialogue.
He changed "Zhang Fan" to "Tang San."
If you want to teach someone a lesson, go teach your son.
He chuckled coldly.
[Tang Hao: I'll give Tang San a beating later.]
"Ding, Dialogue Modified Successfully. The plot is now a little chaotic. +60 Modification Points. Today's modification quota is used up."
"I'll give Tang San a beating later."
Tang Hao muttered unconsciously, his thoughts already influenced.
He had completely mistaken Tang San for Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan grinned. Tonight's going to be a good show.
Xiao Wu casually tossed her school uniform onto the bed and pushed it next to Zhang Fan's.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Fan blinked at her.
"Master, I'll be serving you from now on! So putting the beds together makes things easier!" Xiao Wu said with a smile.
"By the way, what's the academy like?" She quickly changed the subject. After all, she saw Zhang Fan had a sheet, but she didn't, and she wanted to share one.
"Work-study students clean the academy. There are six grades here, one class per grade. Morning classes, afternoon self-cultivation. We earn food money by working."
Wang Sheng, now at level 9, looked toward Zhang Fan curiously.
"Dorm leader, what level are you?"
"Me? Level 7!" Zhang Fan shrugged casually.
"No way! You're lying!" Tang San huffed. "That strike you landed on me had powerful soul force. You've gotta be innate full soul power—level 10!"
"Alright, you caught me. I was hiding it—yeah, I'm level 10." Zhang Fan admitted.
"Okay!" Wang Sheng sighed in relief. That felt more fair.
Tang San, however, was speechless.
I have twin martial souls... and I still lost to this guy with a trash martial soul?!
This makes no sense!
A teacher entered, holding a quilt.
"Tang San! This is the bedding Master prepared for you."
"Zhang Fan and Xiao Wu will clean the garden at the south end of the training field—10 bronze soul coins a day."
"What about me?" Tang San asked.
"You'll clean the west warehouse!" Teacher Hei replied before turning to leave. It was cleaner and easier work.
"Alright..." Tang San nodded, but deep down, he was bitter.
Zhang Fan gets to clean the garden with the pretty girl? Lucky bastard...
"Let's go eat! I'm starving!" Xiao Wu patted her stomach and looked at Zhang Fan expectantly.
"Sure! Dinner's on me—second floor tonight!" Zhang Fan said confidently.
"The second floor?! That's where the rich students and teachers eat! You're a work-study student! Where'd you get money?" Wang Sheng asked, shocked.
"Look!" Zhang Fan casually took out over a dozen gold soul coins, gleaming bright gold.
"Woah... Boss is loaded!" Wang Sheng gasped.
It was Xiao Wu's first time seeing gold soul coins. Her eyes sparkled.
"Wow wow... I can finally eat something good!"
(End of Chapter)