Dai Mubai ignored Tang San and walked over to the counter.
"Call your manager out."
Dai Mubai said calmly, and the waiter's hair stood on end at the sight of him.
He quickly ran off to fetch the manager.
"Hello, I think I was here first?"
Although Tang San believed he had always cultivated quickly thanks to Yu Xiaogang's help,
But at Notting Academy,
He had been effectively suppressed by Gu Xian and Xiao Wu for six years.
Even now, Tang San didn't know Gu Xian's true strength.
When graduation was approaching, he had challenged Gu Xian to a sparring match.
Who would have thought he would be rejected outright?
Gu Xian then leisurely left with Xiao Wu.
This feeling of being ignored left Tang San feeling pent-up.
He hadn't expected to be bullied just for booking a hotel room.
Now, he couldn't stand it any longer.
"And then? What do you want to say?"
Dai Mubai didn't even turn his head, simply replying coldly.
He had never been in the habit of explaining himself to others.
"F**k you!"
Being so ignored, Tang San couldn't stand it any longer and blurted out,
"Not very good, get out!"
"Very good!"
Hearing this, Dai Mubai finally turned around.
His expression was icy, fixed on Tang San.
"You seem to be a spirit master too, so take action."
No unnecessary nonsense.
"White Tiger, possess!"
The moment he finished speaking, Dai Mubai unleashed his Martial Spirit.
Three gleaming spirit rings rose one after another beneath his feet.
A surge of pressure instantly surged toward Tang San like a tide.
He stumbled, nearly losing his balance.
Tang San was stunned.
Two yellow and one purple!
"Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!"
Beast Martial Spirit Battle Soul Master!
"Let's talk it over, let's talk it over."
At this critical moment, a middle-aged man, led by the waiter from earlier, arrived at the hotel lobby.
Seeing Dai Mubai unleash his Martial Spirit, he couldn't help but tremble.
"Manager Wang, what kind of people do you usually bring in? You're really getting better at business!"
Dai Mubai glanced sideways at the middle-aged man known as Manager Wang, his expression indifferent.
The latter trembled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, then bowed to Dai Mubai with an apologetic smile.
"Mr. Dai, please don't say that. This guy just arrived yesterday and doesn't know the rules. I'm truly sorry. I hope you'll forgive me."
"I'll get you a room right away!"
Tang San, standing beside him, twitched his lips and cursed inwardly.
"Okay, you've completely ignored me!"
"You..."
He was about to say something when Manager Wang interrupted him.
"Sir, we're truly sorry. The only room we have left has already been reserved by Mr. Dai. Please choose another place!"
Although he was also apologizing, Manager Wang stood very straight.
It was a stark contrast to how he had apologized to Dai Mubai just now.
Clearly, in the eyes of the hotel manager, a wealthy, powerful, and influential figure like Dai Mubai was far superior to a nobody like Tang San.
He also understood the trade-off perfectly.
"What? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"
Tang San's expression was stern, and he showed no sign of compromise. He couldn't help but curse,
"You're looking down on me!"
A flicker of disdain crossed Dai Mubai's face.
"Hmph!"
"Even if you want to leave now, it won't be that easy. You scolded me, and you expect to leave so easily?"
When had Dai Mubai ever endured such humiliation?
And this was by a guy who looked only three or four years younger than him.
"Please advise!"
Tang San stepped forward, even as the battle was about to break out.
So what if he was a Soul Master? Possessing both the Xuantian Gong and the Tang Sect's unique skills, Tang San didn't think he had no chance.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a powerful white light erupted from Dai Mubai.
He stretched his arms out to his sides, his chest thrust out, and his bones crackled.
His muscles suddenly swelled, his shirt bursting.
His once-golden hair also instantly turned black and white.
Four faint lines emerged from his forehead, forming the character "王."
Of all his other parts of his body, the most noticeable difference was in Dai Mubai's palms.
They were almost twice as large as before.
Ten sharp claws, like blades, extended and extended from his palms, flashing with a cold light.
"Mr. Dai, please don't act rashly. I..."
Manager Wang glanced at the expensive furnishings surrounding the lobby and was suddenly startled.
It looked like he couldn't stop them.
"I'll bear all the losses of the Rose Hotel!"
Dai Mubai declared proudly, then fixed his gaze on Tang San.
"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Soul Master!"
"Please advise!"
Although he felt somewhat contemptuous of Tang San, he still politely reported his Martial Soul and Soul Power levels.
"What?!"
"Level 37!"
Tang San thought to himself, this is not good.
Is he kidding me?
My Soul Power is only Level 27!
But this fellow, Dai Mubai, had Soul Power at a terrifying Level 37!
A full ten-level gap, coupled with the added bonus of a thousand-year-old purple spirit ring.
This was simply not something his second-level Xuantian Gong could make up for.
"If all else fails, I'll have to resort to hidden weapons."
Tang San secretly raged inwardly; he was now in a difficult position.
Who would have thought the first spirit master he'd encounter in Soto City would be so formidable?
"Om!"
Under the influence of the Xuantian Gong, a faint purple hue appeared in Tang San's eyes.
Then, he raised his right hand.
A deep green light suddenly emerged, and a cluster of deep blue silver grass sprouted from his palm.
Each blade of grass appeared delicate, yet it was covered in dark red blood veins and densely packed with tiny thorns.
A milky white light emanated from Tang San's body, and the dark green cylindrical blades suddenly grew larger, as if stimulated by something.
In the blink of an eye, they expanded to the thickness of an adult's arm.
The black serpentine patterns flickered with a faint light.
The blue silver grass, strengthened by its second spirit ring, coiled around Tang San's body like dozens of giant snakes.
Waiting for its chance to strike.
"Om!"
Invigorating his spirit power, two spirit rings, one white and one yellow, rose simultaneously from his feet, circling Tang San's body.
"Tang San, Martial Spirit, Blue Silver Grass, Level 27 Weapon Spirit Master. Please teach me!"
"Hmm?"
"Blue Silver Grass?"
Dai Mubai, on full alert, was stunned for a moment, his face filled with disbelief.
After all this time, this is all he's got?
He instantly felt like he was overdoing things.
A level 27 Great Spirit Master with a Blue Silver Grass spirit.
Isn't that ridiculous?
(End of chapter)