Chapter 5: Teaching Wang Sheng a Lesson

Genius! This is an absolute genius!

"Show me your martial soul," the director requested.

"That won't be necessary. I don't want to reveal my martial soul just yet," Zhao Ming refused. With his eleventh-level soul master cultivation, anyone with sense would agree to his enrollment.

He didn't want to expose his martial soul yet, as it was quite unique, and revealing it might not be wise.

Director Su didn't press the issue, instead offering a meaningful smile. Such talent is usually seen only in prestigious families, and only their children would hesitate to reveal their martial souls.

At this moment, Zhao Ming appeared in Director Su's mind as a powerful family descendant on a training journey.

"I understand! I understand!" Director Su said cryptically.

Understand what? Zhao Ming was puzzled.

"But we do need you to fill out this form so we can collect basic information," Director Su handed Zhao Ming a paper with fields for name, gender, and other details.

"This is your uniform, provided free by the academy. You'll be staying in Dormitory One. The responsible teacher there will arrange your learning," Director Su explained after registering Zhao Ming, handing him a new uniform. "Dormitory One is our best student accommodation, housing our most outstanding students."

"Dormitory One? No, I want Dormitory Seven," Zhao Ming shook his head.

He wasn't there to study. If he wanted to learn, wouldn't Tianshui Academy be better with its strong faculty, ideal for deep soul master studies?

Besides, if he wasn't in Dormitory Seven, Xiao Wu would end up sharing a room with Tang San according to the story, and that was unacceptable.

"Dormitory Seven? But that's where the working students live. It's a mixed group," a young teacher beside Director Su advised.

"No worries, I like it there," Zhao Ming waved off the concern.

"Alright, Dormitory Seven it is," Director Su agreed, seeing Zhao Ming's insistence.

"I'll go check out the dorm," Zhao Ming said, leaving the admissions office after completing the enrollment process.

"What happened today stays here. We can't let other academies steal away such a genius," Director Su instructed.

"Naturally. That kid must be one of those legendary innate full soul power talents. Only such talents can gain a soul ring and become a soul master so quickly."

"Indeed, I think so too," Director Su stroked his beard, smiling.

"But why would he choose Dormitory Seven over the good rooms of Dormitory One? It's puzzling!"

"Geniuses think differently from us ordinary folks. If they thought like us, they wouldn't be geniuses, would they?"

"Besides, if he were normal, he wouldn't be attending a school like ours."

...

The dormitory building was easy to find and not far away.

Nuoding Academy had only one dormitory building, shared by teachers and students.

In a remote city like Nuoding, few people awakened martial souls to become soul masters, so one building sufficed for all students and teachers.

There were only seven student dorm rooms, as the junior soul master academy students were quite young. To manage them better, each grade shared a large dormitory. Each grade had about forty students at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

The dormitory's first three floors housed these seven large student dorms, each supervised by a teacher.

However, there was an exception: Dormitory Seven.

Dormitory Seven was specifically for working students, with no age limits. They shared the commonality of being poor working students.

Poverty and weakness were the impressions others at Nuoding Academy had of Dormitory Seven.

Walking down the corridor towards Dormitory Seven, Zhao Ming was hit by a faint foot odor, reminiscent of his middle school days.

The door was open, and Zhao Ming peered inside.

The space was large, with nearly fifty beds, though most were empty. Only eleven had bedding.

"A newcomer?" A rough voice spoke before Zhao Ming could say anything.

The speaker was about two heads taller than Zhao Ming, with a strong build, forcing Zhao Ming to look up to see his face.

He blocked the path, clearly intending to intimidate Zhao Ming.

In such cases, words weren't necessary—just a show of strength.

"Move!" Zhao Ming said irritably.

"Wow, feisty, aren't you? I'm Wang Sheng, my martial soul is the Battle Tiger, and I'm a future battle soul master. I'm the leader here. What's your name? What's your martial soul?" Wang Sheng asked.

"I'm Zhao Ming, and I'm also a battle soul master," Zhao Ming replied calmly.

Had Wang Sheng been more attentive, he might have noticed the difference in Zhao Ming's words: one was a current battle soul master, the other a future one.

Unfortunately, neither Wang Sheng nor the other dorm members caught the distinction. If they had, they might have dismissed it as a slip of the tongue, given Zhao Ming's age.

"Is that so? Then you can join me," Wang Sheng said, patting Zhao Ming's shoulder in approval upon hearing he was also a combat-type soul master.

"Did you not understand what I just said?" Zhao Ming asked playfully.

"What?"

Wang Sheng looked confused at the new kid.

"I said..."

"I'm a soul master."

With a clenched fist, soul power surged into Zhao Ming's right hand.

With a loud shout, Zhao Ming's fist struck Wang Sheng's chest and abdomen with lightning speed.

"Ugh."

Wang Sheng's chest caved in slightly under Zhao Ming's punch before quickly rebounding, sending him flying onto the nearest bed.

Wang Sheng, a level 9 soul scholar.

Zhao Ming, an 11th-level soul master.

The gap in soul power between a soul scholar and a soul master was immense. Even the difference between levels 9 and 11 was significant.

However, unlike other combat-type soul masters, Zhao Ming's puppet martial soul didn't greatly enhance his physical attributes when adding soul rings. Otherwise, Wang Sheng would have suffered more.

After all, Zhao Ming didn't rely on his body for attacks but on his puppet.

Other soul masters gained strength from soul rings, but Zhao Ming received only a fraction of the energy, with most going to his puppet.

This was how it should be.

If he absorbed all the energy himself and the puppet couldn't unleash its full power, his martial soul would be useless.

"You're a soul master?" Wang Sheng's shocked voice rang out.

He had been helped up by now, staring at Zhao Ming in fear.

That kind of power, he had only felt from Boss Xiao, belonged to a soul master!

Did I just offend a soul master for no reason? Wang Sheng thought, wishing he could slap himself.

He had no choice about crossing Boss Xiao, but offending Zhao Ming was his own doing.

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