The registration proceeded smoothly, and soon it was Bai Mu and the other three's turn.
"Are you four here to register?"
The old man calmly sized them up.
"I'll pay."
Without another word, Bai Mu stepped forward and directly tossed out forty gold coins.
"I should be the one paying," Tang San said, feeling a little awkward.
Yesterday he had eaten their food and used their things, and now even the registration fee was being covered by someone else. It didn't quite sit right with him. Strictly speaking, his relationship with Bai Mu hadn't reached the level of close friends yet.
"We're all from Dorm Seven. Just a small favor~"
Bai Mu smiled casually.
These kinds of gestures—low cost, easy goodwill, lowering others' guard—were always worth it.
"Little Mu's right! We're all from Dorm Seven, so of course we should look out for each other!"
Hearing "Dorm Seven," Xiao Wu immediately straightened up and patted her chest as she declared this proudly.
"Then… thank you."
Since even Xiao Wu had spoken, Tang San didn't argue further.
Maybe this was the warmth of being from the same hometown.
As for Zhu Zhuqing, she had just taken out money to return it to Bai Mu when he shot her a glare, forcing her to retreat.
"Enough talking. Hands out!"
The old man grabbed Xiao Wu's and Zhu Zhuqing's hands, squeezing them firmly.
"Bone age twelve. No problem."
After checking the girls, he grabbed Tang San's and Bai Mu's hands and squeezed them as well.
"Hm?"
A strange look crossed his face as he squeezed a few more times.
"Did you two cultivate some special Spirit Ability?"
To his perception, Tang San's bones felt unusually flexible, while Bai Mu's were abnormally tough—both hard to judge clearly.
"Yes," Tang San replied solemnly.
"Can't feel it? Of course you can't!"
Bai Mu grinned triumphantly.
"This is called bea!"
He subconsciously glanced at Tang San.
After absorbing Tang San's mother's sacred relic Spirit Bone last night, his Indestructible Vajra Body had fully taken shape. It was only natural that his bone age couldn't be clearly detected.
"Heh."
The old man rolled his eyes at Bai Mu, then grabbed their calves and squeezed them.
"Good development. Bone age fits," he said to Tang San.
Then he looked at Bai Mu helplessly. "Yours is hard to tell. Show me your Spirit proof."
"No need, right? He was in the same class, same school, and the same age as Tang San before."
Bai Mu directly dragged Tang San into it, and Tang San nodded in agreement.
"Alright. Then release your Spirits," the old man said, nodding.
At that moment, Dai Mubai returned after escorting the previous group onward. His gaze was immediately drawn to the aura surrounding Zhu Zhuqing.
Earlier that morning, he had just woken up—groggy and impatient—and hadn't sensed carefully. Only now did he realize that this black-clad girl carried an aura strikingly compatible with his own Spirit.
"What a pity… another flower already taken…"
Regret flickered in Dai Mubai's heart, and the thought of stealing her away briefly surfaced.
After all, judging by her eyes alone, she clearly wanted to stab him to death. Young Master Dai wasn't fond of offering warmth to cold shoulders.
"Forget it. I'll observe for now. Once things cool down, I can consider making a move…"
As he was comforting himself, Zhu Zhuqing activated her spirit power.
Black light surged.
Two hundred-year spirit rings rose from beneath her feet.
With Spirit possession, cat ears appeared atop her head, a tail extended behind her, and black fur and sharp claws manifested on her hands.
"Hell Civet?!"
Dai Mubai was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place.
He finally understood where that sense of compatibility came from.
The Evil Eye White Tiger and the Hell Civet could indeed perform a Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Hell White Tiger!
And the only genius Hell Civet Spirit Master who could appear here at this time was—
Zhu Zhuqing.
The Second Young Miss of the Zhu family.
His betrothed fiancée.
Boom!
Dai Mubai's mind went blank.
What… had he done yesterday?!
His fiancée had traveled thousands of miles from the Star Luo Empire to find him, while he was next door fighting twin sisters, tormenting her for half the night, forcing her into someone else's room—
Then he had called her "sister-in-law" and even told Bai Mu that Young Master Dai would cover their next hotel stay.
This… even novels wouldn't dare write something this absurd!
"Did I… cuckold myself?"
Dai Mubai felt a vast green grassland sprouting on his head—one he had personally planted.
No—wait!
An argument. Whale Glue. Zhu Zhuqing. Next door. Bai Mu.
The pieces connected, and a bold conclusion surfaced in his sluggish mind—
He had been set up by capital!
Completely set up by that "good brother" who had so kindly handed him the Whale Glue!
He had no evidence, and no absolute proof—but his instincts screamed that this was the truth.
In an instant, Dai Mubai's eyes burned with fury as he stared straight at Bai Mu, teeth grinding.
"You bastard! You deserve to die!"
As if sensing the gaze, Bai Mu tilted his head and smiled warmly at him.
Then three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple—rose beneath Bai Mu's feet.
He waved his hand and tossed out a ball of light.
"Come out—Spirit Zygarde!"
"Roar!"
The light exploded, and a majestic Dragon Hound appeared, releasing terrifying draconic pressure as it proudly surveyed its surroundings.
"Th-this… an External Spirit?!"
The old man suddenly stood up, eyes wide.
"Yes," Bai Mu nodded calmly.
"An External Spirit. Its name is Zygarde—a rare and precious Spirit Beast."
"The third spirit ring…"
Tang San stared in shock at the rings beneath Bai Mu's feet.
In three years, he himself had only gone from Rank 21 to nearly Rank 30—yet Bai Mu had already broken through Rank 30 to become a Spirit Elder.
Was this really Innate Rank 1 spirit power?
Was he cheating?
"Wow! What a handsome dog!"
Xiao Wu's eyes sparkled.
"So Bai Mu, your Spirit becomes this cool after evolving!"
She had never seen Zygarde's 10% Form before. She hadn't expected the once "small and cute" Spirit to become so imposing.
Zygarde remained silent, merely lifting its head proudly.
The three-year period is over.
The Dragon King returns to his throne.
"Excellent. Truly excellent," the old man nodded in satisfaction.
"To reach Spirit Elder at only twelve years old… and judging by its aura, this Zygarde is far stronger than other External Spirits."
As soon as he said this, Tang San shot the old man a sharp look, almost branding him internally as "someone courting death."
But since the old man was merely stating a fact Tang San himself acknowledged, he let it slide.
"So what if the Spirit is strong?"
Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his tone filled with unwillingness.
"A Spirit Master can just deal with it directly!"
The moment he spoke, several dissatisfied looks were cast his way.
"Anyone can talk big," Tang San said coldly.
"But can you really do that in battle?"
He knew Zygarde possessed large-scale ground-controlling abilities that were nearly impossible to evade without flight. Even he himself would likely lose without using hidden weapons.
Xiao Wu was even sharper.
"Exactly. Some people have huge tempers, but the only thing they're good at is finding twin sisters!"
"Hmph."
Zhu Zhuqing snorted coldly and turned her head away.
Provoking a genius for no reason—how foolish.
Unlike the original timeline, Bai Mu's precise interference meant Tang San and Xiao Wu never formed a bond with Dai Mubai through conflict. Zhu Zhuqing's impression of him was even worse, her resentment towering.
Naturally, they all subconsciously sided with Bai Mu—the one they trusted and felt closer to.
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