Bone Douluo Demands an Accounting

A moment later, Zhu Zhuqing stepped back in a daze. They had kissed for so long that she was a little short of breath and dizzy.

When she came to her senses, she remembered that this wasn't the bedroom. They were at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and Ah Yin was watching.

Her cheeks, already slightly flushed from holding her breath, turned a much deeper red in an instant.

She stole a few glances around but saw no sign of Ah Yin. In a quiet voice, she asked:

"Xiao Feng, where's Sister?"

"Ah Yin has already gone to rest. Let's get some rest too. Tomorrow morning, we'll go hunt a Soul Beast and get you a Soul Ring," Tang Feng said.

As things stood, Ah Yin was, plainly speaking, only a plant-type Soul Beast with a little over ten thousand years of cultivation. She still couldn't suppress some of her physiological instincts.

Still, turning on a light before going to sleep was no problem.

Tang Feng had a residence of his own at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

It was a cave that Dugu Bo had specially prepared for him back then. It certainly couldn't be called luxurious. After all, Dugu Bo himself lived in a shabby cave, and there was no way outsiders could be brought in to decorate a place like this.

It did have some basic furniture, though.

Tang Feng brought Zhu Zhuqing to his residence and said:

"Zhu Zhuqing, cultivate here tonight."

"I'll cultivate outside."

"Huh?" Zhu Zhuqing was a little surprised. In all the time she had known Tang Feng, this was the first time he wasn't staying with her at night.

That was very unlike Tang Feng.

"Why?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, puzzled.

"I'm going to cultivate in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!?

Zhu Zhuqing knew what it was, of course. Ah Yin had told her about it, and so had Tang Feng. Apart from Tang Feng, who could cultivate in it, any ordinary Soul Master—even a Titled Douluo—who came into contact with the spring water would freeze or burn to death.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't even dare approach it. She could sense the danger inside from a long way off.

"All right, then. Be careful."

Early the next morning, as the sky was just beginning to brighten, Tang Feng rose from the bottom of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and opened his eyes.

Inside the residence, Zhu Zhuqing was still cultivating on the bed.

Hearing footsteps, she looked toward the sound and saw Tang Feng.

"Wash up, then we'll go hunt a Soul Beast and get you a Soul Ring."

After leaving the poisonous miasma that protected the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Tang Feng swept the area with his Divine Sense, searching for signs of a thousand-year Soul Beast that met Zhu Zhuqing's needs.

"This way!"

"Is this Shrek Academy?" Bone Douluo stood in the air, looking down at Shrek Academy below.

Although Ning Rongrong had a bit of a spoiled princess's temper, she was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the heir to its future sect master's position. Wasn't it perfectly normal for her to have a bit of a temper?

And so, Bone Douluo had come to Shrek Academy today.

At Sword Douluo's request, he was here to punish the teachers of Shrek Academy!

"Where are the teachers of Shrek Academy?"

"Come out and accept your punishment!"

Bolstered by Soul Power, Bone Douluo's voice didn't seem especially loud, yet it carried throughout the half of the village where Shrek Academy stood.

The sun had only risen a short while ago, and the teachers and students at the academy were still either sleeping or cultivating.

Bone Douluo's ringing voice reached Tang San's ears. Cultivating on the roof, Tang San was instantly startled awake and looked around for the source of the voice.

Oscar, who had been sleeping in, was so startled by Bone Douluo's voice that he rolled straight out of bed and onto the floor.

"What happened!?"

"Who's talking?"

Oscar, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Flender, Gangzi, Zhao Wuji, Shao Xin, Lu Qibin, and Li Yusong—students and teachers alike—came out of their respective rooms.

In the distance, Tang Hao, who had been curled up asleep on a thick branch in the forest, also fell from the tree at Bone Douluo's demand for an accounting.

He had returned from the Swordbreak Mountain Range overnight, and on top of that, he had fed 'Ah Yin' quite a bit of blood. For the moment, Tang Hao was a little weak.

But it wasn't a serious problem. He was a Titled Douluo, after all—or had been.

Tang Hao righted himself in midair and landed steadily.

"Is that... Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Looking at Bone Douluo in the air, Tang Hao had already guessed why he had come.

He was here for nothing more than to give Flender a minor punishment. After all, Flender hadn't actually attacked Ning Rongrong or insulted her verbally.

Tang San probably wouldn't be caught up in it.

So Tang Hao thought. He had no intention of intervening.

"Greetings, Senior Bone Douluo. May I ask what brings you to our humble academy today?" Flender stepped forward, his tone and manner exceedingly humble.

Gangzi, who had always refused to be bested, had also heard about Ning Rongrong after coming to Shrek Academy.

He was furious about it!

How outrageous!

Did Ning Rongrong behave like a student? Coming and going as she pleased? What did she take Shrek for?

Today, seeing that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had been in the wrong to begin with, had actually sent someone to make Flender answer for his actions, Gangzi was beside himself with anger.

He was just about to step forward and pull Flender back when Zhao Wuji held him down.

Damn it, what does a good-for-nothing who's over fifty and hasn't even reached level thirty think he's doing?

Don't go stirring up trouble.

"What brings me here?"

Bone Douluo crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at him haughtily.

"Don't you know what you did?"

"I..."

Of course Flender knew what he had done, but Sect Master Ning had permitted it all! Without the word of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's master, would he have dared treat Ning Rongrong that way?

Certainly not.

Flender badly wanted to tell Bone Douluo what he had just been thinking, but he didn't dare.

Once he said it, wouldn't that make it Sect Master Ning's fault?

That would be disastrous.

Then he wouldn't be the only one getting punished.

With no other choice, Flender changed his tune.

"Senior Bone Douluo, I admit my mistake. I shouldn't have been so harsh on your sect's little princess."

"I alone am responsible for my actions. The other teachers and students had nothing to do with it."

"Please spare them, Senior Bone Douluo."

Bone Douluo nodded slightly.

"Naturally. I'll strike only once. As long as you can withstand it, this matter ends here, and I won't pursue it any further."

"Yah~ha!"

A bird's cry came from Flender's mouth as he invoked Martial Soul Possession with his Cat Owl.

Right from the start, he used his strongest Soul Skill: Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!

"Senior Bone Douluo, please!"

"Good!" Bone Douluo summoned his Martial Soul, the Ancient Dragon. With Martial Soul Possession alone, his body swelled to several times its size.

Nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—pulsed rhythmically around him.

Bone Douluo used no Soul Skill. He merely pushed one palm gently forward, and a Bone Dragon Claw assembled from bones, as large as a house, shot toward Flender.

Flender's Soul Rings lit up one after another. First, he hurled a barrage of long-range attacks at the Bone Dragon Claw to slow it down.

Seeing that he simply couldn't break it, Flender lit up his Sixth Soul Ring, and his entire body was coated in gold.

Flender let out a roar and held back the Bone Dragon Claw's assault for an instant before it pressed him into the ground.

Boom!

A thick cloud of smoke billowed up. Everyone saw that a huge, deep, claw-shaped pit had formed where Flender had stood. Flender lay inside, motionless.

They looked up into the sky, but Bone Douluo had already disappeared.

He left behind only a single sentence:

"Not bad. Rongrong's matter ends here."