The End

"Tut, tut, tut. How miserable." Zhao Xuan crouched down and poked Zhao Wuji's face, swollen as large as a pig's head, with a finger.

Zhao Wuji lay on the ground. The swelling had squeezed his eyes into narrow slits; if one did not look carefully, one could barely even see his eyes moving.

During the final clash just now, Tang San had suddenly unleashed his Second Spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, and launched a Surprise Attack at Zhao Wuji. Although Zhao Wuji blocked it with his palm, he had not fully dispersed its immense force, and ended up slapping himself.

That slap sent even his nosebleed flying. His face was black and blue, like a dye shop had opened on it.

"You brat, get farther away!" Zhao Wuji lay sprawled on the ground and glared at Zhao Xuan with his tiny eyes, his speech muffled.

The next moment, a tremendous wave of Soul Power rose from Zhao Wuji's body. With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of slightly foul-smelling blood, then slowly got to his feet.

Zhao Xuan raised an eyebrow and stopped bothering with Zhao Wuji. He turned and went over to Tang San, whom Dai Mubai was supporting.

Xiao Wu was still in Ning Rongrong's arms. She had suffered some Soul Power backlash, but would be fine after resting for a night. Tang San looked badly injured, but he was not in serious condition either. After all, Zhao Wuji would not strike to kill.

"Hermione, go purge Teacher Zhao's poison." Zhao Xuan took Tang San from Dai Mubai's arms, then turned and called to Hermione behind them.

Hermione nodded and used her First Soul Skill on Zhao Wuji. Although Spring Water Gushes Forth could not completely remove the toxins from Zhao Wuji's body, clearing out most of them would not be a problem. It could also remove conditions such as paralysis.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged on the ground in dejection. Feeling Hermione's First Soul Skill, he seemed somewhat surprised, then blissfully enjoyed the fresh cleansing.

Dai Mubai secretly glanced at the utterly bedraggled Zhao Wuji. He wanted to laugh but did not dare, so he hurriedly shouted, "Oscar, get over here! You've got business!"

Before long, excited cries rang out from the distance.

"Where's the business? Where is it?" A gray figure pushed a battered little cart over at high speed. The cart bounced over the uneven road with loud clanging sounds, and the grilled sausages on it danced along merrily.

"Oscar, over here." Dai Mubai waved.

"Boss Dai, you called me? Don't you refuse to eat my sausages?" Oscar pushed his cart over. Seeing that Dai Mubai was calling him, he could not help asking.

"It's not for me. It's for Tang San." Dai Mubai pointed at the pale-faced Tang San in Zhao Xuan's arms.

Following Dai Mubai's finger, Oscar jumped in fright. "Boss Dai, how did you beat him up this badly?!"

Dai Mubai shook his head and secretly glanced at Zhao Wuji. "I didn't do it. It's hard to explain right now. Hurry up and make one."

"Oh, then remember to pay me. Five Copper Soul Coins each. Small business, no haggling." Seeing that Dai Mubai did not want to explain, Oscar could not be bothered to ask.

But business was naturally good news. In his soft, limp voice, Oscar called out that bizarre Soul Incantation: "I've got a big sausage!"

Amid his strange Soul Incantation, light flashed in his hand, and a fragrant sausage appeared.

"Impressive."

Zhao Xuan, who was supporting Tang San nearby, could not help marveling inwardly. This Food System Martial Soul is actually pretty good. It can make food appear anytime, anywhere.

Dai Mubai took Oscar's big sausage and walked over to Tang San. "Tang San, eat it. This guy's Soul Incantation is disgusting, but his sausages really are effective. The sausage granted by his First Soul Ring can speed up recovery from injuries."

Tang San frowned as he looked at the sausage in Dai Mubai's hand. Though he was very curious about this Food-type Martial Soul, remembering Oscar's incantation—and seeing Oscar beside them watching with a lecherous grin—made his stomach churn.

"My injuries aren't serious, so I don't need it... Mmph, Xiao Xuan, you..." Zhao Xuan could not stand it any longer. He grabbed the sausage from Dai Mubai's hand and stuffed it into Tang San's mouth.

The moment it entered his mouth, the sausage filled it with fragrance. After Tang San instinctively chewed, it turned into streams of warm current that flowed into his body. To his surprise, some of the bruising within his body began fading rapidly!

Tang San was greatly astonished. Was this the Food-type Martial Soul of someone with Innate Full Soul Power? It truly was extraordinary!

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji, having expelled the stagnant blood from his body, opened his eyes and happened to spot Oscar. He called out, "Oscar, bring me one sausage and one Small Sausage."

Oscar turned to look at Zhao Wuji and jumped in fright. "What a huge pig head! Who are you? How did you get into our academy?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Oscar suddenly noticed the atmosphere had turned strange. Dai Mubai was frantically signaling with his eyes. Oscar froze, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"Oscar, what did you say?" A deep voice came from Zhao Wuji's mouth.

Oscar's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that this "pig head's" voice sounded awfully familiar. He cautiously examined the man's clothes, and a chill shot straight to the top of his head.

"Haha, so it's Teacher Zhao. I was just saying I wanted to buy a pig head to take back to the academy and eat. I haven't gone out in a long time, so I've been craving one." Oscar laughed awkwardly, then hurriedly recited two Soul Incantations.

"I've got a big sausage!"

"I've got a Small Sausage!"

After the two Soul Incantations, a sausage and a Small Sausage appeared in Oscar's hands. Though he was panicking inside, when he recited those two incantations, that lecherous aura of his still could not help leaking out.

After handing the Small Sausage and sausage to Zhao Wuji, Oscar stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

Zhao Wuji did not stand on ceremony. He ate the sausage and Small Sausage one after the other. His complexion immediately improved considerably.

Although Hermione's Spring Water Gushes Forth had purified some of the toxins and removed the paralysis, it could do nothing about his injuries. But after eating Oscar's sausage, Zhao Wuji's injuries began to improve.

However, some injuries on his body still could not be healed.

Looking down, he found that many parts of his skin had swollen up into walnut-sized lumps. Waves of piercing pain came from those bumps.

"Teacher, does this mean we passed the test?" Ning Rongrong suddenly asked.

Zhao Wuji looked at the incense that had long since burned out, then at the unharmed group nearby. The corner of his eye twitched, and his gaze lingered especially on Zhao Xuan. Not only was there this brat who was like a hedgehog, there was also another brat with bizarre strength and Soul Skills!

If I'd known this test would be such a pain, I wouldn't have come up here even if you beat me to death. This batch really has quite a few little monsters.

"You passed." Zhao Wuji said coldly. Great—he had failed to show off in front of the students before school had even begun.

At those words, Ning Rongrong cheered with delight. Even Zhu Zhuqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As for Zhao Xuan and Hermione, Hermione did not feel much about it. Knowing Zhao Xuan's strength, she had naturally never worried about facing Zhao Wuji. Zhao Xuan himself was even more indifferent.

"Wait, Teacher Zhao." At that moment, Tang San, who had still been regulating his breath, suddenly stood up.

"What else do you want?" Zhao Wuji turned around, and his eye twitched. It was this little hedgehog again.

Tang San looked at the bumps all over Zhao Wuji's body and said cautiously, "Let me remove the Hidden Weapons from your body. If we wait too long, you'll have no choice but to carve out a chunk of flesh."

A chill ran through Zhao Wuji's heart. He instinctively looked at the agonizing lumps on his body. Was it really that vicious?