Li Chang'an's Methods!

Question: When you're taking a shit, do you still have time to defend yourself? Of course not.

Li Chang'an was no fool. The moment his axe shattered the other party's defense, he immediately retreated far away, leaving Huyan Zhuo standing there, taking a shit...

In fact, there had been a full thirty seconds from the stomachache to the moment he shit himself. If Huyan Zhuo had run faster, he might have made it to the restroom. But even if you beat him to death, Huyan Zhuo never would have imagined that his body would be so weak that once the urge hit, he would shit on the spot.

In short, everyone found Li Chang'an's victory rather baffling. In short, the training grounds now reeked to high heaven. In short, the Elephant Armor Sect's reputation was ruined—truly, thoroughly stinking.

The instant the stench spread, everyone scattered in a rush. Li Chang'an was no exception, but he ran in the same direction Qian Renxue had gone.

Later, should I have my darling kiss me, or should I kiss her lips? Ah, I'm so excited...

"Why are you running so fast? I won, didn't I?" Li Chang'an naturally grabbed Qian Renxue's arm again and asked teasingly. Before doing so, however, he had already checked the area. There were few people around, and none he knew, so there was no need to worry about being exposed.

For some reason, Qian Renxue's cheeks reddened again when Li Chang'an grabbed her arm. She had to admit that in the past ten years, Li Chang'an was the man most capable of stirring her emotions. There was no second.

"Let go of me. That was just a coincidence; it doesn't count." Qian Renxue put a little force into it this time and shook off Li Chang'an's hand. What she herself failed to notice was that she was not nearly as angry as before.

"Nope, nope, I can't hear you. How can it not count? I clearly won, alright?" Li Chang'an said stubbornly. If he let this opportunity slip away, he would not deserve to call himself the Sea King.

"Then... we'll talk about it on the day I leave." Qian Renxue simply resorted to stalling, then nimbly slipped away. She had already decided that she would leave as early as possible that day.

"Fine, you said it." Li Chang'an did not chase after her. He merely shouted after her. When the time came, she would have to kiss him whether she wanted to or not.

After Qian Renxue left, Li Chang'an continued wandering around the academy. He strolled about until class was nearly starting, then headed toward the training grounds.

But halfway there, someone called out to him. It was none other than Ghost, Guimei Douluo, who had taken him to the Papal Hall before.

"Uncle Ghost, what brings you here this time?" Li Chang'an held this powerful backer in high regard, so his attitude was extremely respectful.

Guimei Douluo was still dressed in black, his aura restrained. "You beat that Huyan Zhuo until he shit himself?"

Li Chang'an's face immediately darkened. That sounded awful. "Uncle Ghost, he came looking for me. I didn't go looking for him."

Ghost nodded calmly without disputing it. "Spirit Hall has recently been working to bring the Elephant Armor Sect under its wing. You probably know that. But you've humiliated them twice now, and the Elephant Armor Sect is understandably angry."

In truth, given Li Chang'an's status, it would not have mattered even if he had crippled Huyan Zhuo and Huyan Li. The problem was that he had not left the Elephant Armor Sect even a shred of dignity on either occasion, defeating them in a single move. This time, he had made the Elephant Armor Sect lose face completely, which had made the matter rather serious.

Put plainly, it was still a matter of pride.

"Uncle Ghost, if I'm not mistaken, the Elephant Armor Sect's sect master should be in the Papal Hall negotiating terms with my teacher, right?" Li Chang'an reacted quickly and soon guessed what was happening.

Ghost gave Li Chang'an a surprised glance, thinking that it was no wonder the Pope had sent him to ask. This kid had already figured it out.

"Yes. That old fellow Huyan Zhen is in the Papal Hall crying to the Pope right now. He keeps making a big issue of it, saying that Spirit Hall doesn't treat the sects that submit to it as people and humiliates them at will..."

Ghost nodded and roughly explained the situation in the Papal Hall. This was a critical period for Bibi Dong to bring the Lower Four Sects under her control, and they could not allow others to seize upon any weakness.

"Then, Uncle Ghost, take me straight to the Papal Hall. I'm confident I can argue against that old fellow." After giving it some thought, Li Chang'an made his decision.

This incident seemed serious, but it really was not. Huyan Zhen was merely making a mountain out of a molehill. Students of his era were all good at that, and Li Chang'an could use this chance to make a name for himself in Spirit Hall's decision-making, laying some groundwork for his future plans.

"You?" Ghost murmured skeptically, but after thinking it over, he nodded in agreement. Although the Pope had not said to bring Li Chang'an along, his instincts told him that Li Chang'an's presence might produce unexpected results.

This time, Ghost once again tucked Li Chang'an under his arm. After several bursts of speed, they arrived at the entrance to the Papal Hall, and only then did he set down the dizzy Li Chang'an.

"Uncle Ghost, if you carry me like that again next time, I won't play with you anymore." Li Chang'an rubbed his stomach and steadied himself. After they announced their arrival, he followed Ghost into the Papal Hall. As soon as he entered, he saw his teacher in her Pope's robes, seated at the head of the hall, and an elderly man seated off to one side.

Besides them, Li Chang'an also saw a delicate-looking man in yellow standing behind Bibi Dong. He must have been Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Chang'an, what are you doing here?" Bibi Dong frowned the moment she saw Li Chang'an enter with Ghost. There was no use in Li Chang'an coming here; on the contrary, he might only worsen the conflict.

"Your disciple has come to ease Teacher's burdens!" Li Chang'an respectfully bowed to Bibi Dong, his expression solemn.

"So you're Li Chang'an!" Before Bibi Dong could speak, Huyan Zhen, the Elephant Armor Sect's sect master, turned to look at him. This was the brat who had made both of his grandsons lose all face in the soul master world?

At that thought, Huyan Zhen directly pressed the aura of a Soul Douluo toward Li Chang'an, wanting to vent his anger.

"Insolence!" Ghost stepped in front of Li Chang'an first, glaring at Huyan Zhen with hostility. "Old bastard, you dare lay a hand on the Pope's personal disciple? Believe it or not, I'll make sure you don't walk out of the Papal Hall!"

"I merely wish to ask: Is this how Spirit Hall treats allies like us? Are we Spirit Hall's allies, or Spirit Hall's slaves?" Huyan Zhen withdrew his pressure and said calmly from his chair.

"May this junior ask Sect Master Huyan three questions?" Li Chang'an's childish voice rang out.

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he continued, "May I ask, Senior, is it fair for a soul master to bully the young with their age?"

"Uh..." Huyan Zhen froze for a moment.

"May I ask, Senior, should we seek justice for a soul master who bullies the young with their age?" Li Chang'an took another step forward, his solemn gaze fixed on Huyan Zhen.

"This, this..." Huyan Zhen could only stammer because there was no way he could answer that.

"May I ask whether Senior's attack on me just now meant that you look down on my status, look down on my status as the Pope's personal disciple, look down on the Pope herself, and wish to go to war with Spirit Hall?"

After saying that, Li Chang'an turned to Ghost. "Uncle Ghost, make your move. They look down on Spirit Hall. The battle has already begun!"

"Ah, this, this..."