Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

Tang San didn't respond to Wang Sheng's words, and said calmly, "My name is Tang San, and my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass? When did Blue Silver Grass martial souls become able to be cultivated?" Wang Sheng widened his eyes exaggeratedly, putting on an extremely surprised look.

Tang San's expression remained unchanged; instead, he put on an innocent look and sighed, "I don't know either. Blue Silver Grass is indeed useless."

His tone was sincere, and his expression was calm, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

Wang Sheng was taken aback by Tang San's words. He had expected the newcomer to argue back, but the other party had readily admitted it. All the sarcastic remarks he had prepared were stuck in his throat.

Wang Sheng stood there somewhat awkwardly, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over Tang San. This kid's physique... broad shoulders, thick arms, sleeves bulging out, clearly a few sizes bigger than his own.

Wang Sheng's confidence suddenly waned. He cleared his throat and mustered his courage, saying, "Tang San, let's fight. If you beat me, you'll be the boss of the whole dorm."

Despite saying that, Wang Sheng's tone was no longer so certain, and his eager posture was tinged with hesitation.

Tang San didn't reply, but instead reached down and unfastened the Vajra Hammer from his back. He gripped the handle with one hand and placed it on the ground with effortless ease. The moment the hammer head hit the ground, the floor made a dull thud.

The other work-study students were all drawn to this, and some of them gasped.

Tang San dusted off his hands and said calmly, "If you can wield my hammer, I will willingly admit defeat."

Wang Sheng was puzzled again. He stepped forward, bent down, and grasped the hammer handle with both hands.

The first time, it didn't move.

Wang Sheng gritted his teeth, steadied himself in a horse stance, and used his waist and back muscles to lift the hammer upwards with great effort, barely managing to do so. However, Wang Sheng's face turned bright red, and veins bulged from his temples. He gritted his teeth and held on for two seconds before finally slamming the hammer back to the ground with a loud thud.

Wang Sheng tried several more times, but he couldn't swing it at all, let alone hold it with one hand without changing his expression like Tang San.

Wang Sheng loosened the hammer handle, straightened his back, and looked at Tang San with a gaze that no longer held the previous contempt, but instead showed undisguised shock.

This hammer is so heavy, yet Tang San handles it like it's nothing. Is he some kind of monster?

After a few seconds of silence, Wang Sheng said decisively, "I can't lift it. I'm no match for you. I admit defeat. From now on, you're our boss."

Tang San shook his head and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'm not interested in being the boss. You're still the boss of the dorm. If anyone bullies you, just tell me."

As he spoke, Tang San added in his mind: Soon you won't be either, a 100,000-year-old rogue rabbit is about to steal your boss.

Just then, a crisp sound came from behind.

"Hello, is this Dormitory 7?"

The voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of babyishness.

Tang San turned his head.

A little girl stood at the door, wearing a pink skirt and white stockings that made her slender legs look even longer. She had two fluffy rabbit ears on her head, and her long scorpion braid reached down to her thighs. Her big, watery eyes were staring straight at Tang San.

Tang San looked the girl over and thought to himself: This must be Xiao Wu.

I must say, Xiao Wu is indeed very cute. She has a delicately sculpted face, fair skin with a rosy glow, big, bright eyes with fluttering eyelashes, a slender waist, and long legs—definitely a beauty in the making.

It's impossible to tell that this is a 100,000-year-old rabbit; no wonder it could bewitch Tang San in the original story.

Tang San withdrew his gaze and nodded calmly: "This is the Seventh Dormitory."

Xiao Wu stepped in and began to introduce herself confidently.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xiao Wu, the 'Wu' in 'dancing'."

After she finished speaking, she waited for a response with a smile.

Tang San pointed at Wang Sheng, his tone slightly mischievous: "He just said that the new guy in Dorm 7 wants to fight the dorm leader. He's our dorm leader. Whoever wins will be the boss of this dorm."

Xiao Wu turned her gaze to Wang Sheng, tilting her head with an innocent expression: "Are you sure?"

Wang Sheng was a little confused, and subconsciously nodded: "I'm sure, it was just now..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Wu had already hopped forward a step, rubbing her hands together eagerly, and said impatiently, "Okay, let's go!"

He didn't look like he was accepting a challenge; he looked more like he had found something fun.

Wang Sheng sighed helplessly, knowing he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

The result was self-evident. Although Wang Sheng was quite strong, he was no match for Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu quickly and swiftly took Wang Sheng down.

Tang San, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw that the outcome was decided and immediately took the lead in shouting, "Greetings, Boss!"

The members of the other seven dormitories also snapped out of their daze and shouted in unison, "Hello, Boss!"

Xiao Wu was clearly pleased with this, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised: "Boss? Sounds fun, okay. Then I'll be your boss from now on. Being a work-study student seems pretty good."

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that things were settled. Now that this rabbit was there to protect him, he could finally cultivate in peace.

Tang San's thoughts on Xiao Wu were clear: until he had enough strength, he would let things take their course.

Tang San wanted to avoid the complicated and entangled scenes from the original story if possible. He didn't want to deliberately plan what would happen in the future; he wanted everything to take its natural course.

I would never give up the whole forest for the sake of one tree.

Tang San cursed himself under his breath as a "scumbag," then picked up his Vajra Hammer and walked to an empty bed in the corner. He placed the Vajra Hammer against the foot of the bed, put the bundle on the bare bed board, untied the ropes, and spread out the few pieces of clothing inside.

Tang San was pondering where to buy a quilt when he caught a glimpse of Xiao Wu skipping over. Sure enough, Xiao Wu chose the bed next to his.

Xiao Wu sat down, supporting herself with her hands on either side of her body, her two legs, clad in white stockings, dangling over the edge of the bed, swaying back and forth.

Xiao Wu noticed Tang San making the bed and asked curiously, "Are you new here too? What's your name? What's your spirit?"

"My name is Tang San, and my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass." Tang San didn't even look up, continuing to straighten the clothes in his hands.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Xiao Wu's voice rose a few decibels, filled with obvious surprise.

Before Tang San could answer, footsteps sounded at the door.

A middle-aged teacher walked in from outside, wearing the college uniform and carrying a quilt. He said, "Is the new work-study student here? Stand up for a moment."

Tang San and Xiao Wu got up from their beds at the same time.

"Which one is Tang San?" the middle-aged teacher asked.

Tang San took a step forward, wondering: Isn't this obvious?

The middle-aged teacher said, "My name is Mohen, you can call me Teacher Mo. Tang San, these are the bedding the master gave you."

As he spoke, the middle-aged teacher handed over the bedding he was holding.

Tang San took the bedding and thought to himself: Yu Xiaogang is quick; I just arrived at the dormitory and the bedding has already been delivered.