Chapter 50

Xie Xie was very indignant!

If the first loss was due to his own carelessness, then what about the second time? It was simply a loss for no reason. He didn't even know how it happened. He even touched Tang Wulin's shoulder, the tear in the clothing was there, but the wound was nowhere to be found.

There must be a secret! This guy must have a secret!

"What was that golden light?" Xie Xie adjusted his tone, finally making it clear.

"Golden light? The golden light is my soul beast!" Tang Wulin's hand flashed with light, and the golden grass snake appeared in his palm.

"I'm talking about the golden light that appeared on your body!" Xie Xie said angrily. This guy wasn't just insulting his body; he was also insulting his intelligence. This was intolerable!

Tang Wulin smiled bitterly and said, "If I say I don't know, will you believe me?"

Xie Xie snorted, expressing his attitude.

Back in the dormitory, Yun Xiao and Zhou Changxi looked at Tang Wulin as he gently placed Xie Xie on the lower bunk.

Zhou Changxi said straightforwardly, "He wanted to beat you, and you carried him back?"

Xie Xie's swollen cheek clearly indicated the outcome of the fight.

During the self-introduction in the morning, didn't he say this guy was at the 18th level of soul power?

"He paid for it!" Tang Wulin replied casually, then asked Yun Xiao anxiously, "Is dinner time over?"

Yun Xiao checked the time, "Not yet, but it's almost over."

The next moment, he saw a boy like the wind. Tang Wulin disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, did you lose again?" Zhou Changxi asked Xie Xie.

Xie Xie glared at him fiercely, "I was just careless. Next time, I will definitely win!" As he spoke, he struggled to get up from the bed. With his face swollen like this, he needed to get treatment.

Don't let it ruin his appearance, don't let it ruin his appearance, don't let it ruin his appearance—important things need to be said three times.

When Tang Wulin went to the C meal window to get his sixteenth bowl of noodles, the chef couldn't help but ask, "Little student, are you afraid of being seen, so you come late on purpose? We're about to close."

Tang Wulin lowered his head shyly, "I'm sorry, Chef Uncle. I came late today. I won't do it again. I'll eat one more bowl and then stop."

The chef smiled, "Eating is no problem. The C meal at the academy is free and unlimited. But how much more can you eat?"

Tang Wulin touched his stomach; he hadn't eaten lunch and was particularly hungry today, "I should be able to eat quite a bit more."

The chef said, "Coming late has its benefits. There's still a little B meal left over there. No one is buying it anyway, so I'll give it to you to avoid waste."

A large bowl of noodles, topped with half a bowl of stewed meat, was served to Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin, who always had a weak resistance to food, thanked the chef and started to eat heartily. The B meal's stewed meat, though not particularly flavorful, was very chewy. After eating, his stomach felt warm, and the energy he had expended during the day was clearly recovering faster.

If the B meal is this good, what about the A meal?

Tang Wulin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and glanced at the A meal window, but quickly shook his head. That wasn't something he could afford.

He would have to wait until he took on jobs from the Forging Association and see if he could earn more money. However, the money he earned would also need to be saved to buy a soul beast.

One million federal coins could buy a hundred-year-old yellow soul beast, which was his goal. After earning ten thousand coins from the Forging Association, Tang Wulin set his goal on a hundred-year-old soul beast.

Back in the dormitory, Xie Xie wasn't there. Tang Wulin didn't pay much attention; although the guy was arrogant and aggressive, he wasn't too over the top. When he attacked him in the match, he chose the hilt of the knife first, which showed that he wasn't too extreme.

Yun Xiao had already started meditating, but Zhou Changxi hadn't. Seeing him return, he immediately poked his head out from the upper bunk, "Tang Wulin, isn't Xie Xie an 18th-level soul master? How did you beat him?" He was becoming increasingly curious about his roommate, who seemed to be even stronger than himself.

Tang Wulin said helplessly, "Actually, I don't know."

He really didn't know. How could he explain the appearance of scales on his body? After waking up from his coma, his body had completely returned to normal, but no matter what method he used, he couldn't make those scales appear again. He vaguely remembered that his body was very hot at the time, and his right arm, covered in scales, was filled with wild strength. His mind was even a bit fuzzy, and he had some difficulty controlling his body. He even felt a surge of violent emotions.

If his willpower hadn't been strong enough, someone might have been in danger.

But what were those golden scales? Could they really be the result of a soul beast mutation? Could it be that the golden grass snake wasn't a useless soul beast but something extraordinary?

However, he couldn't see anything powerful about the golden grass snake!

Where did those golden scales come from? Could it be that they only appeared when he was injured?

Tang Wulin took out a sewing needle from his belongings and pricked himself.

It hurt! A drop of blood flowed out, and a sharp pain followed.

But nothing happened...

The golden scales didn't appear.

He didn't believe it and tried again.

But nothing happened...

Still no effect.

Meditation, then!

He focused on meditating, circulating his soul power to search for that strange heat. He had only learned the most basic meditation technique, and the route for circulating soul power was very simple. He quickly completed one cycle, but still found nothing.

Everything was normal, just like his usual practice.

This was truly strange! Tang Wulin summoned the golden grass snake again and examined it closely. But no matter how he looked at it, this little guy, which showed no energy fluctuations, didn't seem capable of giving him such strong power.

Morning.

When Tang Wulin finished meditating, he saw Xie Xie meditating on the opposite bed, not knowing when he had returned. The swelling on his face had subsided, but his complexion was still not good, whether from being beaten or from anger.

Spending money to get beaten was never a pleasant experience...

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