It's over… I came too early.
Tang Feng pushed open the door to Dormitory 108.
Instantly, a foul stench rushed out to meet him, and the air inside was especially damp.
"When my roommate arrives, I'll let him do the cleaning."
Tang Feng waved his hand casually.
A surge of soul power swept the unpleasant odor straight out through the window.
Immediately after, he summoned his Life Blue Silver Grass, purifying his own bed space.
At the same time, the Blue Silver Grass swept away the dust around his bed.
He then took out the bedding Xu Jiujiu had prepared for him and laid it out directly.
"You're really lazy—only cleaning your own little patch."
The Ice Emperor commented disdainfully.
The room wasn't large at all. Cleaning it wouldn't take much effort—he was just being lazy.
"Ice Emperor, why don't you help me clean it up?"
Tang Feng smiled faintly.
He lay down comfortably on the bed, his whole body relaxing.
After ten straight days in a carriage, his bones were practically rattled loose. He needed a proper rest first.
Besides, he still didn't know whether his roommate would be Huo Yuhao or Wang Dong.
Unknowingly,
Tang Feng drifted into a light sleep.
It wasn't until noisy voices reached his ears that he was jolted awake.
"Are you kidding me? You only cleaned your side?"
The newcomer was a teenage boy.
He had delicate features, fair skin, and a pair of particularly striking eyes—light pinkish-blue in color.
His short, neat hair gave off a distinct air of valiance.
That handsome face was only just a little inferior to Tang Feng's.
"Don't you have hands of your own?"
Tang Feng remained unmoved.
If the newcomer had been Huo Yuhao, he would have quietly cleaned the rest of the room.
He might even have felt a little guilty and treated Huo Yuhao to a meal afterward.
Unfortunately, the one who came was Wang Dong.
The young lady of the Clear Sky Sect, whose soul had been split by the Tang God King.
If it came down to status, Tang Feng was in no way inferior to her—why should he listen to her?
"I have a few rules. You'd better remember them clearly."
"First, you're not allowed to bring people back to the dorm. Second, you're not allowed to walk around naked. Third, no snoring at night. Fourth, don't disturb me. Fifth, dormitory cleaning is your responsibility."
"If you don't listen to me, I'll throw you out. Don't believe me? Try it."
Wang Dong was extremely arrogant.
Like Tang Feng, he could barely manage to tidy his own bed.
As for the troublesome cleaning of the rest of the dormitory, he had no intention of doing it himself and planned to dump it all on the other party.
"Then feel free to try."
Tang Feng truly didn't understand where this cross-dressing girl's confidence came from.
Just because she had Level 21 soul power and a Millennium second soul ring?
Not to mention, Tang Feng was a Level 43 Soul Ancestor—
Even if he were only a Level 21 Great Soul Master, he could still hang Wang Dong up and beat her senseless.
"My name is Wang Dong!"
"This name will soon echo throughout Shrek Academy."
"And your name will soon disappear from Shrek Academy!"
Wang Dong jumped out the window.
Standing on the wide platform outside, he crooked his finger at Tang Feng, clearly intending to duel right there.
Against someone his own age, Wang Dong didn't even feel the need to go to the Soul Duel Arena.
Tang Feng exited leisurely through the main door, circling to the same platform.
"My name is Tang Feng."
"I'm a weak and delicate healing Soul Master."
The moment Tang Feng finished speaking—
He activated the Concept-Level Trait [Absolute First Move].
With ease, he grabbed Wang Dong's arm.
Then, with a clean and handsome over-the-shoulder throw, he slammed Wang Dong to the ground and pinned him there.
"You're not human! You actually ambushed me!"
Wang Dong's anger flared instantly.
He had heard Tang Feng was a healing Soul Master and had even been thinking about proposing a different type of match.
Instead, the world spun, and he was slammed to the ground in an extremely humiliating position, rubbed mercilessly into the floor.
"This is called military tactics—deception is allowed."
Tang Feng chuckled.
No matter how Wang Dong struggled, she couldn't escape his grip.
Tang Feng's physical strength had already reached the point where he could withstand 30,000-year soul rings.
And Wang Dong?
She was still a small fry who had only just managed to absorb a millennium soul ring before entering the academy.
"You bastard—do you think you've won?!"
Wang Dong refused to give up.
A pair of blue butterfly wings spread open behind her.
The colors at the front edges shifted continuously from deep blue to azure to pale blue.
The entire butterfly wing surface resembled a blue sky embedded with radiant halos, exuding brilliance and light.
The Radiant Goddess Butterfly was the most beautiful butterfly Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent—
the ultimate beauty among Beast Martial Souls.
It appeared only on extremely beautiful female Soul Masters and with an exceedingly low probability.
It was never inherited—it appeared randomly.
"First Soul Skill: Wing Guillotine!"
Golden light formed sharp edges along the wings of the Radiant Goddess Butterfly.
Two golden arcs shot out like execution blades, slashing toward Tang Feng.
"That's it?"
Tang Feng tilted his body slightly.
He cleanly dodged both golden light blades.
Then he twisted Wang Dong's arm, flipping her body over—
sat down squarely on the Radiant Goddess Butterfly—
and slapped the back of her head.
The force was perfectly measured.
Dazed but unharmed, her eyes instantly cleared.
"Let go of me!"
Though still suppressed,
Wang Dong's second soul ring lit up instantly, her Martial Soul bursting with dazzling brilliance.
Another slap followed.
Wang Dong was left reeling, her Martial Soul destabilized, and her second soul skill failed to activate.
The Radiant Goddess Butterfly even showed signs of dispersing.
"These youngsters…"
Mu En's pupils trembled.
He genuinely hadn't expected that a healing Soul Master like Tang Feng possessed such terrifying combat ability.
Earlier, when Tang Feng had grabbed his wrist, it hadn't been accidental.
Otherwise, Wang Dong wouldn't have been completely helpless, thrown to the ground in a single move.
That was the Radiant Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul!
And yet it was being pinned down and beaten—
Tang Feng really had no concept of cherishing beauty.
Given Tang Feng's close ties to the Star Luo royal family, he should know the characteristics of this Martial Soul.
A Martial Soul named after a goddess—
How could it possibly appear on a man?
"Go back and train some more, little brat."
"So—do you still want me to clean the dorm?"
Tang Feng could accept the earlier rules.
But cleaning duty?
No matter what, Wang Dong had to do it.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered clearing only his own bed with Blue Silver Grass.
"You bastard! I'll fight you to the death!"
Wang Dong was utterly humiliated.
Especially since she had been beaten outside the freshman dormitory—so many people would definitely see it.
Her lifetime reputation was completely ruined today by Tang Feng.
"You? Fight me?"
"Hurry up and go clean. From now on, dormitory hygiene is all your responsibility."
Tang Feng slapped her again.
He wanted to see whether Wang Dong's mouth was tougher or her head was tougher.
If her head started growing bumps, so be it—he could heal her afterward anyway.
"Let go… I'll go clean…"
After taking several slaps,
Wang Dong finally behaved herself and voluntarily took responsibility for cleaning Dormitory 108.
Tang Feng slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and entered the dormitory alone through the main door.
Only Wang Dong remained behind, looking utterly wronged, head lowered, growing angrier the more she thought about it.
If she weren't completely outmatched, she would have hung Tang Feng from a tree and beaten him senseless.
"You didn't lose unfairly."
"Even this old man couldn't tell he had such combat strength."
Mu En pondered for a long time.
He felt that when Tang Feng silently grabbed his wrist earlier, he had used some kind of divine technique.
Not just Wang Dong—
Anyone who encountered this little fellow would suffer badly.
"Grandpa… is he really a healing Soul Master?"
What humiliated Wang Dong the most—
was losing as a Strong Attack–type Great Soul Master to a healing Soul Master.
Where was she supposed to put her face now?