Early the next morning, sunlight spilled into the dormitory.
Meng Chen sat cross-legged on the bed to Cultivate the Silver Moon Meditation Technique, his breathing even and steady like a mountain.
Faintly, a trace of weak Spiritual Power rippled between his brows, condensing into a blurry silver moon pattern.
This Silver Moon Meditation Technique was an unpassed secret of the Sun and Moon Empire royal family, complementing another method, the Blazing Sun Soul Gathering Technique.
The former Cultivated Spiritual Power, while the latter condensed Soul Power.
As the Supreme Honored Elder of the Sun and Moon Empire, Ye Xishui could read the Sun and Moon classics, so she could naturally view these two secret techniques as well.
Yesterday, after teaching the Silver Moon Meditation Technique, she also passed down the Blazing Sun Soul Gathering Technique to Meng Chen by the way.
The Silver Moon condenses the mind, the Blazing Sun gathers the soul, and the sun and moon complement each other.
When his roommate woke up and saw that Meng Chen was still Cultivating, he didn’t tap him directly, but instead gently knocked on the table to remind Meng Chen.
Meng Chen slowly opened his eyes, a flash of silver light passing through his pupils before quickly returning to clarity.
After a night of Cultivating, not only was he not tired at all, but he was instead refreshed and full of Martial Soul.
After changing clothes and washing up, Meng Chen also left the dormitory.
First-year classroom.
As soon as he walked into the class, Meng Chen sensed an undisguised scrutinizing gaze and looked over along the direction.
It was none other than Tang San.
Seeing Meng Chen look over, Tang San did not avoid it either.
As their lines of sight collided, Meng Chen saw Battle Intent in Tang San’s eyes.
In response, Meng Chen raised a middle finger at Tang San, causing Tang San’s gaze to shift slightly as a trace of anger welled up.
Paying no more attention to Tang San, Meng Chen walked over to his seat and sat down.
Tang San looked at Meng Chen bitterly, thinking to himself: “Meng Chen, no matter how arrogant you are now, you will be just as pathetic later on.
And Xiao Wu, she can only be mine!”
Clearly Tang San and Xiao Wu had just met, why did he harbor such strong possessiveness towards Xiao Wu?
All of this was because, after his Martial Soul Awakening, Tang San had once had a dream.
In the dream, Tang San dreamed that he came to Notting Academy, took Yu Xiaogang as his master, and met a girl named Xiao Wu.
They happily studied together, grew up together, and Xiao Wu even called him brother.
Six years later, they graduated from Notting Academy, and under Grandmaster’s recommendation, went together to Soto City to study at a monster academy named Shrek Academy.
The dream abruptly stopped here.
Originally, Tang San didn’t care much about that dream, until everything that happened in the dream came true one by one after he entered Notting Academy.
He took Yu Xiaogang as his master, was assigned to Dormitory Seven, and fought with Xiao Wu…
Tang San was shocked, guessing whether this could be Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies?!
But when Meng Chen appeared, everything changed.
Xiao Wu was not as intimate with him as in the dream, moved out of the working-study student dormitory, and didn’t call him brother either.
This gave Tang San a feeling that everything that should have been under his control had lost control.
He was very unhappy!
And the root of all this was Meng Chen!
If not for Meng Chen, all of this should have proceeded just like in his dream!
Tang San wanted to wrench everything back onto the right track and proceed just like in his dream!
Morning classes ended, and Meng Chen packed up his textbooks, getting up to go to the cafeteria.
“Meng Chen!”
An abrupt shout made most of the people in the class turn back and look at Tang San.
Feeling many gazes cast over, Tang San wore a confident expression, walked up to Meng Chen, and blocked him.
Meng Chen looked at Tang San, who was a bit shorter than him, with a trace of impatience on his face.
“Tang San, do you have any upbringing?”
Tang San was slightly stunned, and immediately a burst of anger surged from his heart.
A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he questioned coldly: “Meng Chen, what do you mean!”
“What do I mean?
Do you know that blocking someone from eating is like killing their parents?
Didn’t your mother teach you this principle?”
Meng Chen’s last sentence heavily dealt a critical blow to Tang San’s soul, causing Tang San to instantly overheat with his eyes wide open in rage.
“Meng Chen!
Don’t go too far!”
“So what if I’m going too far?
Hit me if you dare!
Didn’t you stop me just because you wanted to fight me?
I’m giving you the chance now, don’t lose face.”
Meng Chen wore a sneer, not forgetting to encourage Tang San a bit.
Tang San didn’t expect Meng Chen to see through his intention; since that was the case, he couldn’t blame him.
Immediately, Tang San let out an angry shout.
“Meng Chen, how dare you insult my mother?
Today I’m going to teach you a good lesson!”
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Tang San was still trying to claim the moral high ground, hypocritical to the point where Meng Chen felt a bit like vomiting.
“Heh…
If you want to fight, then fight.
What kind of damn excuses are you looking for?
How disgusting!”
“Don’t fight in the classroom, lest we break the desks and chairs and the academy makes us pay for them later.”
Having said that, Meng Chen let Tang San follow him to the playground.
It happened to be noon dismissal, and students of all grades had finished class, rushing to the cafeteria to eat.
But when they heard that two first-year students were going to engage in Martial Soul Combat on the playground, they successively changed direction and headed to the playground instead.
Meals could be eaten anytime, but if you missed the excitement, you wouldn’t get to see it!
Even some teachers received the news and came to the playground.
Learning that Tang San and Meng Chen were having a Martial Soul Combat, Yu Xiaogang also hurried over.
On the playground, Meng Chen and Tang San stood facing each other, separated by a dozen meters, surrounded by a circle of students discussing spiritedly.
“Martial Soul Combat, huh?
This is the first time I’ve seen people engage in Martial Soul Combat in the academy.
Who are these two first-years?
So brave.”
“I heard from the first-years that one is named Meng Chen and the other is Tang San.
It seems they are both Innate full Soul Power!”
“Innate full Soul Power!
Both of them?
No way, nowadays Innate full Soul Power appears in pairs?”
“They are both Innate full Soul Power.
Looking at their Aura, I’m afraid they have both obtained their first Soul Ring and advanced to Soul Masters!”
“Comparing people to people drives one to death!
We are already in the fifth grade and only have level seven or eight Soul Power, yet they became Soul Masters less than a month after enrollment.
I also wish I had Innate full Soul Power!”
“…”
Yu Xiaogang stood at the outermost edge, listening to the students’ envy of Tang San, his stiff face revealing an ugly smile.
Tang San was his Disciple, after all.
Wasn’t Tang San’s excellence proof of the excellence of his theories and teaching?
Yu Xiaogang looked at Meng Chen again, and seeing him look completely nonchalant without taking Tang San seriously at all, he let out a light snort from his nose.
“Hmph!
I’ll let you put on a front for a bit longer.
Without the guidance of me, Grandmaster, what good Soul Ring can you obtain?
I’m afraid you don’t even have a century-old one, right.”
“When Little San reveals his century-old Soul Ring and you experience his Blue Silver Grass Entanglement, just wait to beg for mercy.”
Inside the Martial Soul Combat circle surrounded by the crowd, Tang San looked at Meng Chen, and seeing Meng Chen’s calm expression, a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.
At a time like this, this guy is still so calm.
How can he keep up such an act!
In Tang San’s view, Meng Chen should be nervous, flustered, or even terrified!
Acting so tough, watch me expose your true colors!
Immediately, Tang San opened his right hand and let out a soft cry: “Blue Silver Grass, Martial Soul Possession!”
The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul emerged in his right hand, and then, amidst the surprised gazes of the students and teachers, a yellow Soul Ring appeared, revolving around Tang San’s body.
“A century-old Soul Ring!
The first ring is already a century-old one.
This Tang San is extraordinary!”
“It’s actually the optimal Soul Ring configuration, but what a pity the Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass.”
“Sigh, it truly is a pity.
What offensive power can Blue Silver Grass have?
Nothing more than Martial Soul Abilities like Entanglement.”
The crowd was shocked by Tang San’s Soul Ring, but upon seeing that the Martial Soul was merely Blue Silver Grass, they all revealed expressions of disappointment.