A month has passed and Suifeng's sweet demeanor helps them get directions from several friendly young women to the registration office. One voluptuous young lady was especially enthusiastic and even offered to personally guide Suifeng—chattering happily on the way. But ten minutes later, the path led them deeper into a secluded grove.
Alerted, Tang San grabbed Suifeng and sprinted back to the main road. He said, "That girl seemed suspicious—she was trying to lure us into a secluded place for ill intentions."
Suifeng stared at Tang San like—as if I don't know? I've been waiting for that chance forever! And you expect me to trust your judgment?
Tang San looked embarrassed. "What's wrong with you? Why are you staring?"
Suifeng sighed. "How long has it been since you looked in a mirror?"
Tang San frowned. "We don't even have a mirror at home—plain water works the same, right?"
Suifeng gave up. "Whatever. Big city living, huh?"
At the registration office:
"Hello, we're work-study students from Sacred Soul Village this year. Could you please help us register?" Suifeng tilted his head and offered a bright smile to a middle-aged official. The early morning sun filtered through the windows, casting light on his flawless face—he looked dazzling.
The official, Director Su, was immediately charmed. Two young teachers patted Suifeng's silky hair.
"What a sweet little boy."
"Yeah, he's nothing like the other annoying academy kids."
Director Su cleared his throat. "Alright, please focus on the documents."
The teachers then verified Suifeng and Tang San's paperwork and assigned them dorms and uniforms. Director Su smiled and patted Suifeng's head.
"If you have any issue at school, come find me—I'm Mr. Su."
Suifeng nodded. "Yes, Mr. Su, thank you."
Tang San stood quietly nearby, feeling lonely and jealous. Being handsome doesn't feed you….
Suifeng and Mr. Su walked on while Tang San watched, thinking coldly: Actually, being handsome does help. But whatever.
Moments later, the Master entered. He asked Director Su for the registration files.
Junior staff knew his reputation and passed the documents over. The Master surveyed them carefully, masking shock at their potential:
One had innate max soul power but a mysterious martial soul—suggests a hidden second soul.
The other had innated max soul power and the infamous "trash" Blue Silver Grass soul—impossible to have such high power.
The Master recognized something deeper: the unassuming boy must have dual martial souls.
"Thank you, Mr. Su." He turned and walked away. Snickers reached his ears:
"Master? More like a clown."
"Top 10 soul flow competitors? What a joke."
They found Dorm7 easily. This modest building housed work-study students, with free tuition but modest conditions. Students of all ages lived mixed in.
Suifeng wasn't nervous—only one girl lived here, and that was Tang San's future wife! He wasn't about to commit any wrongdoing—not even close.
The rooms were huge: about 300 m²—like a six-bedroom, three-bathroom suite—but only 11 residents.
A tall boy scowled at them. "New kids? Where from?"
Suifeng sneered back: "Sorry, just came back from your mom's crematorium—had some trouble giving her the right doneness, so I'm late."
The tall boy froze. Others restrained their laughter.
The tall boy erupted: "I, Wang Sheng, am going to crush you!"
He summoned his martial soul and charged Tang San. But Tang San calmly inspected the bed shelves, unimpressed—a six-year-old with no soul ring couldn't threaten them.
Sure enough, in under a minute, Suifeng ended it.
With his Radiant Divine Eye, he read the attack in advance. He circled behind Wang Sheng, drew his jade xiao (flute) from his bag, and whipped it across Wang Sheng'slower back, instantly draining his strength. He collapsed like a punctured balloon.
The dorm stopped to watch in shocked silence. Suifeng calmly wiped his flute with a tissue, as poised as a nobleman, as if offended by dust.
He then turned to Tang San: "Have you picked a bed yet? Once we're settled, I need to head to the Soul Tools Hall for a soul-power test. Subsidies are due at the end of the month, and I want one!"
Tang San chose two beds by the window to stay together. He was also heading out later to earn money at a blacksmith.
Suifeng pointed at their beds and announced, "That's ours. You all pick from the rest."
They fell silent—no one dared respond. Suifeng smiled, gentle as spring sunshine.
"Come on, we're classmates now. I'm easy to get along with—not a bad guy."
With that, he stepped out, whistling.