No Applicants Whose Martial Soul Is Blue Silver Grass

Dai Mubai gave Bai Wanwan a long look. He could tell that Bai Wanwan was doing it on purpose.

She was deliberately fanning the flames.

But recognizing it was one thing; there was really nothing he could do about it.

As for challenging her to a duel between Spirit Masters according to the rules of the Spirit Master World, like he had with Tang San and Xiao Wu, he truly did not dare.

After all, he might have been arrogant, but he was not stupid.

Two years ago, when he had been a Soul Grandmaster, Bai Wanwan had already been a Six-Ring Spirit Emperor. And as a Six-Ring Spirit Emperor, she had been able to suppress Zhao Wuji, a seven-ring Soul Saint, throughout the entire fight.

Now, two years had passed.

Although Dai Mubai had grown into a three-ring Soul Elder, Bai Wanwan could not possibly have stood still. Even if she had, he still would not have been able to defeat her.

Challenging Bai Wanwan to a Spirit Master duel—was he tired of having had it too easy these past two years and looking to get beaten up?

So, after weighing it over and over, Dai Mubai decisively chose to ignore Bai Wanwan.

"Zhuqing, you may not believe me, but listen to my explanation."

Dai Mubai's mind raced as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation.

"Are you full?"

Zhu Zhuqing ignored Dai Mubai and turned her gaze toward Bai Wanwan.

"More or less."

"What is it?"

Bai Wanwan glanced at the roasted rabbit she had already finished, then took a small sip of fruit juice.

She was full, all right.

But she had not had enough of this drama yet.

More precisely, it had not met her expectations.

She had even prepared herself to hand Zhu Zhuqing a stick or something after she made her move, but judging from Zhu Zhuqing's current demeanor, she apparently had no intention of doing so.

"Then let's go."

"There are no rooms left at this hotel. Let's find somewhere else to stay."

Zhu Zhuqing rose from her seat and headed toward the door.

Bai Wanwan shrugged indifferently, got up, and followed after her.

"Zhuqing."

Dai Mubai called out, seemingly intending to follow them.

Bai Wanwan turned back and glanced at Dai Mubai. The warning in her eyes was completely undisguised.

Seeing Bai Wanwan's gaze, Dai Mubai stopped in his tracks and silently watched them leave the hotel.

He took a deep breath.

"Why are you two still standing here?"

"Get lost."

Dai Mubai glared at the twin sisters, then headed for the door first, kicking over a table in passing.

He felt extremely irritated right now.

His good mood had been swept away entirely.

He even had the feeling that nothing had gone right for him today.

It would have been one thing if someone had come to the hotel and competed with him for a room. But by a twist of fate, he had also run into someone he did not want to see, as well as Zhu Zhuqing, who had been engaged to him since childhood.

With Dai Mubai's departure, the last room at the Rose Hotel naturally went to Tang San and Xiao Wu.

After the staff completed their check-in, they handed the room key over to them.

Suotuo City.

On the bustling street, Zhu Zhuqing bought a bottle of wine and followed Bai Wanwan onward.

Zhu Zhuqing remained very quiet along the way.

"It seems you found the person you were looking for, but you do not seem to have the anticipation you had when you came."

Bai Wanwan held one hand behind her back, her left hand gripping her right wrist. Her tone was calm.

"Mm. Didn't you already see it?"

Zhu Zhuqing pried off the bottle cap with her fingernail and took a sip. Her voice remained cool, yet it carried a trace of disappointment, confusion, and barely perceptible anger.

She was disappointed by Dai Mubai's avoidance, by his choice to indulge in the present instead of daring to face his own life.

What confused her was where she herself should go from here.

And her anger was born from frustration at Dai Mubai's failure to live up to expectations.

As long as he tried, there would be a chance. Even if that chance was slim, even if it was exceedingly faint, at least he would have tried.

But if he did not try, then under the iron-blooded rules of the Star Luo Empire, only death awaited him.

"Where do you plan to go next?"

Bai Wanwan discreetly swept her gaze over Zhu Zhuqing, a trace of imperceptible contemplation flashing through her eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's talent was not bad, but it was not particularly outstanding either. It merely met the threshold of genius.

Without Immortal Herbs to elevate her aptitude, Zhu Zhuqing's upper limit was destined not to be very high. The highest level she could reach in the future would be Soul Saint or Soul Douluo. It was basically impossible for her to touch the threshold of Titled Douluo.

She had some value to cultivate, but not much.

In some small or medium-sized sects, Zhu Zhuqing might receive focused training. But in Spirit City, she was rather ordinary.

In other words, she might be a piece of gold that shone, but in the Papal Hall of Spirit City, gold was everywhere, and she was merely an inconspicuous piece among it.

"For now, I'll protect you."

"As for the future... I don't know."

Zhu Zhuqing silently took another sip from the bottle in her hand.

"Mm."

Bai Wanwan softly acknowledged her and said nothing more.

The two walked forward amid the endless stream of people.

Gradually, the wine bottle in Zhu Zhuqing's hand emptied, but the confusion in her eyes did not lessen in the slightest.

After finding a decent hotel, Bai Wanwan booked two rooms. Once Zhu Zhuqing had gone to rest, she returned to her own room.

Sitting before the room's floor-to-ceiling window,

Bai Wanwan quietly gazed in the direction of Shrek Academy. Her Azure Blue eyes were like a stagnant pool, devoid of any emotion.

"Tang San has already arrived in Suotuo City."

"The preparations from the past two years can finally be put to use. First will be Flender—what choice will you make?"

Bai Wanwan murmured to herself, an inscrutable smile curling faintly at the corner of her lips.

Several days passed quietly.

After Tang San accompanied Xiao Wu around Suotuo City for two days, they headed to the academy Grandmaster had mentioned.

At the entrance to the small village,

Xiao Wu looked at the crowd lined up ahead, then at the sign bearing the words Shrek Academy. The corner of her mouth could not help twitching. "Little San, I think we should leave. There's no need to waste time here. You probably can't enroll here."

"Why?"

"Since we're already here, let's take a look first."

Tang San surveyed the surroundings and revealed a wry smile.

Well, Shrek Academy's circumstances were indeed vastly different from what he had imagined.

It was not merely a vast difference.

He simply had not expected an academy to be this rundown.

Xiao Wu said nothing. Instead, she pointed at a sign half-covered by weeds. It read: No applicants whose Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass.

Tang San followed the direction of Xiao Wu's finger. When he saw the sign, his brow twitched involuntarily.

"Little San, your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"Look at that sign again. Do you think you can enroll?"

There was no emotion in Xiao Wu's tone, but a hint of resentment appeared in her eyes.

She felt that Grandmaster might have deliberately been playing with them. Sending them to such a shabby academy was bad enough, but Little San could not even enroll there.