Douluo Dalu: Sign in to the Flame Princess

Genius!

This is an absolute genius!

"Release your martial soul and let me take a look."

"There's no need for that. I don't want to reveal my martial soul just yet." Zhao Ming refused outright. As long as he exposed his cultivation as an 11th-rank Soul Master, anyone with a bit of sense would agree to let him join the academy.

He wasn't ready to reveal his martial soul. After all, it was quite special, and exposing it recklessly wouldn't be a good idea.

However, Director Su didn't press him on the issue.

Instead, he showed a meaningful smile!

Only those from prestigious clans could produce such a genius!

And only those from great families would hesitate to reveal their martial souls!

At this moment, in Director Su's mind, Zhao Ming had taken on the image of a powerful young heir undergoing training outside his clan!

"I understand! I understand!" Director Su said mysteriously.

What the hell do you understand? Zhao Ming was baffled.

"But here, fill out this form. We need to collect some basic information." Director Su handed Zhao Ming a sheet of paper, which contained nothing more than fields for a name, gender, and similar details.

"This is for you—provided by the academy for free. You'll be staying in Dorm One. The supervising teacher there will arrange your study schedule." After registering Zhao Ming as a student, Director Su handed him a brand-new school uniform and explained, "Dorm One is the best student dormitory in Nuoding Academy. Our top students all reside there."

"Dorm One? No, I want to stay in Dorm Seven." Zhao Ming shook his head.

He hadn't come here to study.

If he truly wanted to learn, wouldn't Skywater Academy be a better choice?

Skywater Academy had a strong faculty and was an ideal place for studying soul master knowledge.

Besides, if he didn't stay in Dorm Seven, according to the plot, Xiao Wu would definitely end up sleeping in the same room as Tang San.

How could he let that happen?

"Dorm Seven? That's where the working students stay. It's a chaotic place," a young teacher beside Director Su tried to dissuade him.

"It's fine, I like it there," Zhao Ming waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, Dorm Seven it is." Seeing Zhao Ming's insistence, Director Su and the others stopped arguing.

"I'll go check out the dorm now." With the enrollment process completed, Zhao Ming turned and left the administration office.

"Not a word about today's events to anyone. We finally have a genius in our academy—we can't let another school snatch him away."

"Of course. This kid might have innate full soul power. Only someone with innate full soul power could obtain a spirit ring and break through to Soul Master so quickly."

"Exactly! I thought the same thing," Director Su stroked his beard and laughed.

"But why did he insist on staying in the rundown Dorm Seven instead of the well-maintained Dorm One? I don't get it!"

"A genius's thoughts are different from ours. If they weren't, they wouldn't be geniuses!"

"Besides, if he were a normal student, he wouldn't be attending a school like ours in the first place."

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The dormitory building wasn't far away and was easy to find.

Nuoding Academy had only one dormitory building, shared by both teachers and students.

For a remote city like Nuoding, there weren't many people capable of awakening their martial souls and becoming soul masters. One dormitory building was more than enough to house all the students and teachers.

There were only seven student dormitories in total. Since the students of primary soul master academies were quite young, the academy had all students of the same grade stay together in large dorms for easier management. Each grade at Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy had around forty students.

The bottom three floors of the dormitory building housed the seven student dormitories, each supervised by a teacher.

But there was one exception—Dorm Seven.

Dorm Seven was specifically designated for working students. The students there weren't divided by age. They shared only one common trait—they were all poor.

Poverty and weakness—this was how the rest of Nuoding Academy viewed Dorm Seven.

As Zhao Ming walked down the hallway toward Dorm Seven, a faint, sweaty odor filled the air, reminding him of his middle school days.

The door was open. As Zhao Ming reached the entrance, he peeked inside.

The dorm was spacious, but nearly fifty beds were crammed inside. However, most of them were empty. Only eleven beds had bedding on them.

"A new guy?" Before Zhao Ming could say anything, a deep voice rang out.

The speaker was about two heads taller than Zhao Ming, with a sturdy build. Zhao Ming had to look up to see his face clearly.

He stood in the middle of the doorway, clearly trying to intimidate Zhao Ming.

For people like this, there was no need for unnecessary words—just beat them into submission.

"Move," Zhao Ming said impatiently.

"Oh? Quite the temper, huh?" The young man sneered. "My name's Wang Sheng. My martial soul is the Battle Tiger, and I'm a future Battle Soul Master. I'm also the leader around here. What's your name? What's your martial soul?"

"My name is Zhao Ming, and I'm also a Battle Soul Master," Zhao Ming said calmly.

If Wang Sheng had been more observant, he might have noticed the key difference in Zhao Ming's words.

One was a future Battle Soul Master.

The other was an actual Battle Soul Master.

Unfortunately, not only did Wang Sheng fail to notice, but the other students in the dorm didn't catch it either. Even if they had, they would have assumed Zhao Ming had simply misspoken.

After all, who would believe someone so young was already a Soul Master?

"Oh? In that case, you can follow me from now on," Wang Sheng said, clapping Zhao Ming on the shoulder with a satisfied smile.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" Zhao Ming said playfully.

"What?"

Wang Sheng looked at the newcomer in confusion.

"I said..."

"I am already a Soul Master."

Zhao Ming clenched his fist, and soul power surged into his right hand.

With a sudden burst of movement, he launched his fist at Wang Sheng's chest at lightning speed.

"Ugh!"

A dent instantly formed in Wang Sheng's chest before it quickly recovered. His body was sent flying backward, crashing into the nearest bed.

Wang Sheng—Rank 9 Soul Scholar.

Zhao Ming—Rank 11 Soul Master.

The gap between a Soul Scholar and a Soul Master was massive. Even the difference between Rank 9 and Rank 11 was significant.

However, Zhao Ming's Puppet Martial Soul didn't enhance his physical strength as much as other battle-type soul masters when gaining spirit rings. Otherwise, Wang Sheng's injuries would have been even worse.

After all, Zhao Ming's own body wasn't meant for direct combat—his strength came from his puppets.

Most soul masters gained power from their spirit rings, but Zhao Ming only absorbed a small fraction, with most of the energy going into strengthening his puppet.

That was how it should be.

If he absorbed all the energy himself, his puppets wouldn't be as powerful, making his martial soul useless.

"You're a Soul Master?!" Wang Sheng's shocked voice rang out.

By now, some of the other students had helped him up. He stared at Zhao Ming in horror.

That kind of power—he had only ever felt it from Boss Xiao. It was the overwhelming strength of a Soul Master!

Did I just provoke a Soul Master for no reason?

Right now, Wang Sheng wanted nothing more than to slap himself.

Offending Boss Xiao had been unavoidable, but offending Zhao Ming? That was entirely his own fault.