Wang Sheng gave Tang San a hard shove.
“Little San, you look like you’re not convinced.” Tang San glanced up slightly, placed his school uniform on the bed, and in a flash, disappeared from Wang Sheng’s sight.
“What?” Wang Sheng was shocked and had no time to dodge.
Tang San struck him on the back with a palm, producing a crisp smack.
Even without looking, one could tell how much it must have hurt.
“You dare hit me!” Enraged, Wang Sheng shouted and charged toward Tang San.
Seeing this, Russell moved away from them, found a bed near the window, and neatly arranged his bedding and school uniform.
Outside the window was a patch of Blue Silver Grass, thriving under the sunlight.
For Russell, it was equivalent to a weakened version of a Mimetic Cultivation Environment.
The fight ended quickly.
Tang San’s Tang Sect Secret Techniques were a dimensional strike against most Soul Masters who relied solely on experience in combat.
Russell watched without blinking, trying to learn something.
However, his dynamic vision couldn’t keep up with Tang San’s movements.
All he saw was a blur of afterimages; he couldn’t even make out the person clearly, let alone steal a move or two.
As Wang Sheng explained the current situation of the work-study students, Russell lowered his gaze and pondered: ‘Combat experience can be cultivated through fighting, and the outcome of a battle depends on many factors.
My greatest advantage is that my cultivation method enhances all aspects of myself.
There’s no need to fight aggressively over momentary pride.’ “Is this Dormitory Seven?” Tang San had just become the new boss, and Wang Sheng was still trying to urge him to teach Russell a lesson to establish his authority as the boss.
Just then, a clear and melodious voice called out from the doorway.
Russell focused his gaze and saw Xiao Wu.
Her hair was tied in a scorpion-tail braid, her delicate face flushed with a healthy pink glow.
She wore a pink one-piece dress that ended at her thighs, revealing pink tights underneath, which accentuated her astonishingly long legs.
She was indeed very cute, worthy of being the future female lead.
Russell looked at her with appreciation, but his heart remained calm.
He was still somewhat lost about the future and had no interest in getting involved in the relationship between Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Especially since Xiao Wu’s appearance meant Tang Hao had surely discovered her identity as a Humanoid Spirit Beast.
“I’m Xiao Wu, Wu as in dance.” Xiao Wu introduced herself proactively and struck up a conversation naturally.
“What were you all doing just now?” Wang Sheng shifted his target and leaned close to Tang San’s ear.
“Boss, teach the newcomer a lesson so she knows the rules of Dormitory Seven.” Seeing this, Russell forgave the guy.
If he even bullied a “little girl,” then the provocation he himself had received was nothing.
Tang San awkwardly stepped forward and explained to Xiao Wu the rule of Dormitory Seven: the strongest person becomes the boss.
Xiao Wu agreed immediately.
“Alright!
If I win, I’ll be your boss!” The two fought together, more intensely than the previous battle.
Within the narrow confines of Dormitory Seven, blue and pink figures continuously intertwined.
Seeing this, Russell realized there was a significant gap between himself and the two.
He took out paper and pen and began writing and sketching.
After improving the Meditation Method and combining it with the Blue Silver Grass field at the academy, he was confident he could reach level ten within a year.
He could start planning for his first Soul Ring in advance.
Russell disliked placing his life in the hands of others to weigh and measure.
He decided to go Soul Hunting alone.
This wasn’t an impulsive or delusional decision; he needed a plant-type Soul Ring, which was less dangerous than ordinary Soul Beasts.
However, less dangerous didn’t mean without danger.
Therefore, Russell prepared to concoct a “herbicide” and a “beast repellent.” The latter could be made by drying and grinding the feces of powerful Soul Beasts into powder, which was a finished product that could be purchased directly.
Then, using the Synthesizer to process it once more would make it ready for use.
Herbicide would be more troublesome.
Poison capable of specifically killing hundred-year plant-type Soul Beasts would undoubtedly require precious materials.
He had no money.
So Russell decided to use the simplest formula.
First, high-concentration saltwater—something that could be prepared by buying some coarse salt, mixed with limewater and mercury…
to cut off the plant’s nutrient absorption.
Then, lamp oil, synthesized once as a hidden card.
Finally, find some plants with strong allelopathic properties, use extraction methods to obtain the hormone compounds they release, and after synthesis and purification, that should also weaken plant-type Soul Beasts.
『One year’s time.
Aside from daily cultivation, I can slowly prepare these.
Accumulated over time, it will become a substantial quantity.』 Russell noted down what he had thought of.
Improving the cultivation technique had given him inspiration; recording some experimental processes might lead to a perfected formula in the future.
“What are you writing?” Russell was so absorbed in his writing that Xiao Wu suddenly leaned in and asked.
Russell was startled, his whole body trembling.
Xiao Wu, delighted by the success of her prank, laughed happily and tried to see what Russell was writing.
Russell calmly slipped the notebook under his pillow, blocking Xiao Wu’s view.
“Is there something you need?” Hearing his indifferent tone, Xiao Wu felt displeased.
“I’m now the boss of Dormitory Seven.
Call me Big Sister Xiao Wu.” Russell knew when to bend and when to stand firm.
Given time, people would see him in a new light.
Just wait and see.
“Big Sister Xiao Wu.” “Very good.” Xiao Wu patted Russell’s shoulder approvingly.
“From now on, you’re my second little brother.
Big Sister Xiao Wu will look after you!” Russell was puzzled.
What had he missed?
Looking around, the work-study students were gazing at him with envy, then glancing at their own appearances.
Russell seemed to understand.
Although his and Tang San’s delicate features were ordinary, compared to the work-study students from villages who were often unkempt, they probably looked more pleasing to the eye.
Otherwise…
could it be that Xiao Wu had smelled food?
He nodded slightly and sniffed his shoulder—no scent.
“What’s your name?” Xiao Wu remembered she didn’t know Russell’s name.
She had heard his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass and came over out of curiosity.
“Russell.” Russell answered patiently, glancing at Tang San out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing no murderous intent in his gaze, he felt slightly relieved.
Xiao Wu took out a crystal-clear carrot from the rabbit-shaped pouch at her waist, took a crisp bite, and held it up in front of Russell.
“Luo as in carrot?” Russell was speechless.
“No.” “What?
You have the surname Luo, and I love eating vegetables the most.” Xiao Wu muttered, crunching loudly on the carrot.
Having lost interest in Russell, she skipped off to find other amusements.
Russell sat back on his bed, politely declining their invitation to go to the cafeteria together.
He took out his notebook and continued recalling common “herbicide” materials.
The next day.
Russell woke up early, cleaned the garden area he was responsible for, and before the opening ceremony began, wandered around the academy.
He found several areas where Blue Silver Grass grew abundantly.
“Soul Masters really hold high status.
This elementary academy has several hundred people, covers a larger area than my previous middle school, and the greenery is excellent too.” At the very back of the academy, Russell found a patch of wasteland.
It was called wasteland, but it was actually an abandoned area with no flowers or trees planted, left unmanaged and overgrown with Blue Silver Grass.
“I wonder what it was originally planned for.
This works out perfectly for me.” He released his Martial Soul, calmed his mind, found the most comfortable spot to sit down, and began cultivating by circulating the Three Treasures Spirit Nourishing Art.
Under the morning sun’s glow, Russell felt warmth spreading through his body.
His mind was exceptionally calm, and his senses grew sharp.
As his focus turned inward, Soul Power flowed through his meridians, steadily enhancing his essence, energy, and spirit.