Bullying the Weak

After Meditation, Chen Yuan had recovered to peak condition. He pressed the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone against his right leg.

That simple action alone made his Soul Power stir restlessly, eager to burst from his body. Chen Yuan also proactively released his Soul Power.

The instant his own Soul Power came into contact with the Spirit Bone, it began to fluctuate violently. Then, it directly sublimated from solid to gaseous form. The condensed blue energy wrapped around his right leg and gradually fused into it.

The Blue Silver Emperor's energy was relatively gentle, unlike the ferocious energy of other Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts. Yet its sheer volume left Chen Yuan's entire right leg unable to move, giving him the feeling that it was about to burst apart.

Although he knew absorbing a Spirit Bone was not as dangerous as absorbing a Spirit Ring, Chen Yuan still remained fully alert. He immediately entered Meditation, using it to mobilize his Soul Power and accelerate the absorption.

The method did have an effect. The blue energy continuously entering his right leg gradually began spreading from there throughout his entire body.

Using his Dantian as a hub, it circulated through his limbs and bones. Chen Yuan felt as though he had been immersed in an ocean of blue energy. Though it left his entire body unable to move, that gentle blue energy actively fused with him, comprehensively improving his physical constitution.

It was a miraculous process. His physical strength, his total Soul Power... everything was rising as though strapped to a rocket. Chen Yuan could not move, but his mind remained exceptionally clear. He could feel himself rapidly growing stronger.

Second by second, time passed. The sun rose in the east and finally set in the west. An entire day passed before Chen Yuan finally perfectly absorbed the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.

Chen Yuan flexed a finger, confirming that he had regained control of his body. After moving his limbs slightly, he found his body unbelievably light, yet the immense strength hidden within seemed capable of killing a Thousand Year Soul Beast with just a few punches and kicks.

There was no layer of grime covering his body like after Marrow Cleansing, but changes had still occurred. The calluses on both hands, accumulated over years of sword practice, had completely vanished. That alone was enough to show that he had undergone a complete transformation.

Chen Yuan smiled and said:

"Worthy of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. There is no precise measure for the increase in my physical strength, but my total Soul Power has already reached level thirty-nine. Absorbing this Spirit Bone raised me by six levels. It was not merely an increase in quantity, but a leap in quality. I believe that when I use Soul Skills in the future, the same amount of Soul Power will produce even greater force than before."

When Spirit Beasts cultivated for one hundred thousand years, the energy they possessed underwent a fundamental transformation. Their Spirit Rings and Spirit Bones, as treasures of the Spirit Master world, would greatly enhance any Spirit Master who absorbed them.

An opportunity to purify the quality of one's Soul Power like this was not something one could obtain casually. Spirit Masters only ever thought their cultivation was too slow. Who would waste time compressing and purifying Soul Power? Besides, how much could low-level Spirit Masters purify through compression anyway?

"I should leave. I have to get out of here as soon as possible."

Chen Yuan then stood up. Inside the narrow crack between the rocks, he removed his cloak and cloth garments, tossed them together, and changed back into his original clothes. He then set the cloak and cloth garments ablaze, watching the fire burn brighter and brighter until nothing remained but a pile of ashes.

Chen Yuan struck out with his palm, and his Soul Power transformed into a fierce gust that blew away the rocks blocking the exit, scattering all the ashes into the wind as well.

He then summoned his Martial Soul and used his Third Soul Skill. In the blink of an eye, the Seven Kill Sword became a large silver-white sword. Chen Yuan stepped onto it and immediately flew away on the sword.

As he flew through the air, Chen Yuan pondered briefly before activating one of the two Soul Skills granted by the Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone: flight.

He wanted to see whether the flight effects could stack.

The next instant, a halo enveloped Chen Yuan. Within it, he seemed to become weightless, like a fallen leaf that could drift with the wind.

Chen Yuan raised a brow. After using the Flight Spirit Ability, his Soul Power consumption was directly reduced by half, yet his flying speed continued to increase.

"Not bad. The flight effects can stack. At this rate, my speed might even surpass those pure agility Spirit Masters from the Speed Clan. One is flight, and the other is, 'Wildfire cannot burn it all; when the spring wind blows, it grows anew.' Both are top-tier Soul Skills."

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan's mood greatly improved. This time, his gains had been simply enormous.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy!

As one of the academy's teachers, Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji heard a voice by his ear while resting.

"Zhao Wuji, come out!"

Zhao Wuji's expression drastically changed. That deep, powerful voice had entered directly into his ears, as though it had exploded beside them. What profound cultivation was this?

He wanted to flee, but this was the academy. Even if he was no match for the opponent, once they started fighting, Flender, Li Yusong, Lu Xinyu... they would be able to rush over immediately.

Following the voice, he went to the Small Woods behind the academy. His gaze swept vigilantly around him as he shouted in a deep voice:

"Who is it? I'm here, so get the hell out!"

"Hmph!"

Following a cold snort, a black-robed figure strode through the air toward him. He said domineeringly:

"Zhao Wuji, since you bullied the weak, then I will not be polite either. You beat the young ones, so naturally the old one has come to settle the score!"

Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded. Seeing the black-robed figure walking through the air, he could only think of one terrifying possibility: the other party was a Titled Douluo.

He could barely speak coherently as he said:

"Your Majesty, have you mistaken me for someone else? When did I ever bully the weak? Could it be those four little brats from today..."

Seeing that he seemed to remember, the black-robed figure added more pressure. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed forward. A mass of black light appeared in his hand, and then a uniquely shaped hammer emerged from it. Beneath his feet, nine Spirit Rings appeared one after another—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one blood-red. They radiated a terrifying aura that made the air itself grow viscous.

"Zhao Wuji, do you recognize this hammer?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. First, because this black-robed man really was a Titled Douluo. Second, because Tang San, who had left a deep impression on him that day, had also used a hammer when fighting him. It looked as though it had been cast from the same mold as the hammer in this Titled Douluo's hand.

"Th-this... this... Flender, save me!"

Flender had not intended to show himself, but upon hearing those words, he had no choice but to step out. With a few flashes, he entered the Small Woods and respectfully bowed to the black-robed figure.

"Clear Sky Your Majesty, Zhao Wuji is a teacher at our academy. He was merely assessing the students. Although his attack was somewhat heavy, he absolutely bore no ill intent. Moreover, he has already suffered enough. I ask that Your Majesty show mercy!"

The black-robed figure was naturally Tang Hao. He said in a low voice:

"Of course I know. If not for that reason, I would have killed him long ago. But since he failed to follow the rules, I will break the rules once as well. I will not use my Martial Soul. Come exchange a few moves under my hand, and today's matter will be settled."

As he spoke, he truly withdrew his Martial Soul. The nine Spirit Rings radiating terrifying pressure also returned to his body.

Flender sighed in relief and gave Zhao Wuji a meaningful look. Zhao Wuji's face was filled with misery, but he knew he could not escape this beating. He only hated himself for getting itchy hands today. From now on, he would never make a move again.

Zhao Wuji stepped forward, and Tang Hao attacked instantly. His fists, like iron hammers, rained down in a flurry.

Screams, wails, and the thudding sounds of fists striking flesh immediately rang out through the Small Woods.

Flender could not bear to watch. Though he often taught his students that those who dared not cause trouble were mediocre, that depended on the circumstances. Bullying students from other academies was no big deal; if their teachers dared to step forward, they could beat them too. But against a Titled Douluo, even being beaten to death would mean dying for nothing. In such a situation, one had to admit defeat when it was time to admit defeat.

After a long while, Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, bruised and swollen, unwilling to move. He only hated himself for making a move today.

At that moment, Tang Hao spoke in the tone of someone instructing a junior:

"Zhao Wuji, do you understand now?"

Zhao Wuji nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, I understand!"

Inside, he wept, From now on, Tang San is my father. I can never provoke him again. The young one is not to be messed with, and neither is the old one.

Seeing that he understood, Tang Hao gave Flender a few instructions before leaving amid a violent gust of wind.

After finishing these matters, Tang Hao flew all night, returning from Shrek Academy to Waterfall Valley. He entered the cave behind the waterfall, and his eyes could no longer move away.

Lying on the straw bed, he looked at the Blue Silver Emperor and gently told her about the events of the past few days, completely unaware that anything was wrong.