The children of Dormitory 7, thinking of how Dongfang Jing could skip classes and do whatever he wanted, all showed envious expressions.
Only Tang San grasped the key point:
'Since he can enter the academy, is he also a Soul Master?'
Seeing that it was getting late, he packed up his books and hurried to Yu Xiaogang's room.
After Tang San left, the children of Dormitory 7 surrounded Xiao Wu: "Sister Xiao Wu, you're the big sister of Notting Academy now! The new transfer students, you have to give them a hard time!"
"Yeah, especially that silver-haired one, he's so annoying!" a chubby boy with odd features said indignantly.
Xiao Wu was overwhelmed by the teasing.
To be honest, she didn't want to face Dongfang Jing at all.
Although reason told her that he couldn't possibly be a Title Douluo and couldn't see through her true form,she just instinctively didn't want to get close.
"Shut up!" Xiao Wu shouted irritably. "Are you Soul Masters or thugs? Always fighting? We'll talk when Xiao San gets back!"
Her shout silenced Dormitory Seven.
Everyone dispersed, feeling aggrieved.
Wasn't it Xiao Wu who loved fighting the most?
Meanwhile,Tang San was in his room receiving instruction from Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
It continued until late at night.
Looking at his diligent disciple, he nodded in satisfaction: "It's getting late, let's call it a day. Go back to your dorms."
"Yes, teacher." Tang San stood up, then suddenly remembered something. "Teacher, I heard we have a transfer student in our first year, do you know?"
Yu Xiaogang's stiff face remained expressionless: "A transfer student? Nobody mentioned it to me. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just heard it's a girl, and she has her brother with her, but he's not enrolled yet. I'm a little curious."
Yu Xiaogang analyzed, "If they can transfer in after the enrollment period, they must have paid for connections. They're either nobles or rich. This kind of thing isn't uncommon in other academies. But if they were truly nobles, why wouldn't they go to the Heaven Dou Royal Junior Academy, which has a better environment and stronger teaching staff? So they're just rich. Xiao San, don't worry about them, just focus on your cultivation."
"Yes."
After Tang San left, Yu Xiaogang pondered for a moment, then got up and went to the Academic Affairs Office.
Director Su had just finished organizing the documents and was about to return to his dormitory to rest.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang push open the door, he was somewhat surprised: "Master, what a rare guest! What brings you here?"
"I heard that a transfer student has arrived at the academy? And her brother too, what's going on?"
Director Su thought that everyone would find out sooner or later, so he gave a brief explanation.
But he deliberately omitted the fact that he had taken money and the other party's true strength.
Yu Xiaogang nodded after listening; the situation was similar to his analysis.
"Then what about their martial soul certificates? Can I see them?"
Director Su was immediately embarrassed.
Having lived most of his life, he could naturally tell that the brother and sister were just here to experience academy life.
Moreover, the young man's strength was unfathomable; how could he dare ask about martial spirits and soul power levels?
What if the young man, displeased, killed him?
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang knew perfectly well that the one taking the bribe was this Director Su.
But as a guest who ate, drank, and lived for free at the academy, he couldn't say much.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he took his leave.
The next morning, before dawn,Dongfang Jing exited his meditation.
Seeing his younger sister still diligently cultivating on the opposite bed, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.
After quietly washing up, he left the dormitory alone, intending to go to the cafeteria to bring back some breakfast.
Walking down the dormitory corridor, Dongfang Jing couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
Just a few days ago, he was running around frantically, and now he was on campus.
This reminded him of his past life, where he had relied on relentless study to gain admission to a prestigious university. Back then, he had worked several jobs simultaneously to make ends meet, ultimately dying from overwork.
The elementary soul master academy before him, though more like a primary school, still stirred up deep-seated memories.
The dormitory building at Notting Academy had four floors. The top floor was for the dormitory supervisors, where Dongfang and his sister lived. The lower three floors housed students from each of the seven grades.
At this moment, the corridor was deserted;
diligent students and teachers were meditating and cultivating, while those who weren't were still asleep.
Just as he reached the first floor, he suddenly saw a dark-skinned boy sneaking out of the dormitory.
Dongfang Jing dodged behind the wall, revealing himself only after the boy had gone some distance.
Judging from the pink-clad girl's earlier use of the term "mistress," the boy's superb hammer skills, and all the extraordinary things he had displayed, this must be the protagonist, Tang San.
"Seventh Dormitory."
Dongfang Jing glanced at the dormitory sign,a question arising in his mind:
"What's he doing sneaking off so early?"
After a moment's thought, he used his second soul skill, conjuring a mirror image clone, which concealed its presence and followed him.
Tang San easily leaped onto the rooftop and sat cross-legged facing the gradually brightening eastern sky.
The mirror image clone silently used Mirror Body Split Soul, transforming into shattered mirrors that drifted silently behind Tang San.
Tang San's eyes were fixed on the first hint of dawn on the horizon, slowly inhaling through his nose and exhaling gently through his mouth, forming a strange cycle.
"Is he cultivating? But this isn't the meditation method for soul power cultivation?"
Dongfang Jing had never seen such a cultivation method before.
Just then, Tang San's eyes suddenly widened.
In that faint light on the horizon, a faint purple aura flashed, absolutely impossible to detect without astonishing eyesight and sufficient concentration.
Tang San's mind was completely focused, his eyes intently following the elusive purple.
The purple aura was short-lived, disappearing as soon as the morning sun's rays fully appeared.
Tang San slowly closed his eyes, exhaling a breath of turbid air. A white stream of energy escaped from his mouth and gradually dissipated.
After sitting quietly for a moment, when he opened his eyes again, a hint of purple flashed in them, quickly receding but remaining exceptionally clear.
Immediately afterward, Dongfang Jing clearly heard
Tang San begin to mutter to himself—
"It seems my Purple Demon Eye will need a long time to reach the third level, the Mustard Seed Realm."
With that, Tang San stood up.
Just as he was about to leave, he subconsciously glanced behind him but saw nothing.
Meanwhile,Dongfang Jing had already bought breakfast at the cafeteria, repeatedly pondering the scene he had just witnessed.
'Purple Demon Eye? Third level, Mustard Seed Realm?' he thought to himself.
Judging from Tang San's familiarity with this system, it didn't seem like a self-created soul skill.
Because self-created soul skills were inseparable from the martial soul, and Dongfang Jing hadn't seen any soul rings.
'Could it be... a cultivation technique?' '
Besides soul skills, do other cultivation techniques truly exist on the Douluo Continent?
' Judging from Tang San's furtive manner, he clearly doesn't want anyone to know this secret. '
That's understandable. If Dongfang Jing himself obtained such a technique, he wouldn't let anyone else know except his sister.'
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