Volume One

After saying this, Zhao Wuji turned and left. Zhao Wuji was helped up by Dai Mubai, coughing up another mouthful of blood; looking at him now, it was clear he was not lightly injured. Oscar chanted a soul incantation again, and a small sausage, only as thick as a little finger, appeared in his palm. A low voice suddenly rang out in Zhao Wuji's ear. For Tang San and Xiao Wu, Su Xing's true strength had always been a mystery.

"Mubai, you are responsible for taking these five new students to their quarters. Also, Tang San, once your condition has recovered a bit, remember to clean up these poisonous things on the ground." He had already changed into clean clothes, and the wounds on his body had mostly healed. Such minor injuries were naturally nothing to the Immovable Bright King, but the mental blow he had suffered was not small. Zhao Wuji had never imagined that he had only intended to stretch his limbs a bit with this group of students, only to suffer setbacks one after another, causing him to lose all face.

The entire Shrek Academy had gone completely quiet. As the vice-dean, Zhao Wuji naturally had his own residence, and at this moment, he was sitting alone in his room, feeling rather sullen. "Let's leave it at that for today. I can see everyone is tired. I'll take you back to the dorms first so you can all get some good rest. The opening ceremony is tomorrow." Seeing that everyone looked a bit weary, Dai Mubai frowned slightly and said.

Oscar's big sausage had healing properties, while the small sausage was for dispelling abnormal statuses. Both food effects were extremely practical. After eating Oscar's big sausage and small sausage, the wound on Zhao Wuji's chest gradually healed. He tore off a piece of his damaged clothing to wipe away the blood on his face. "Who are you?" As a Soul Saint, Zhao Wuji's soul power was strong enough to form an aura around him, allowing him to clearly discern any movement within a hundred-meter radius.

If he were to truly fight, Zhao Wuji would only need to activate his Martial Soul Avatar, use his fifth soul skill, Gravity Squeeze, to control Su Xing's movements, and then follow up with his sixth soul skill, Vajra Roar, to kill Su Xing instantly. After saying this, a somewhat sinister smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. Seeing Zhao Wuji leave, Ning Rongrong opened her mouth in surprise, looked at Su Xing, and asked curiously, "Su Xing, what kind of weapon did you use just now? You actually beat Teacher Zhao so badly."

Zhao Wuji immediately completed his Martial Soul Avatar, and the seven soul rings on his body slowly lit up, flashing with dazzling light. "Zhao Wuji..." Yet, he hadn't sensed the arrival of this voice at all, which made his internal alarm bells ring loudly. "It seems that in the days to come, I must properly discipline these little monsters. After all, jade must be carved to become a useful object." Provoked by an unknown opponent, coupled with the frustration of the day, anger surged in Zhao Wuji's heart.

Before long, he had left the grounds of Shrek Academy and arrived in a forest outside. The doors and windows suddenly flew open, and Zhao Wuji did not hesitate. He jumped out the window, his soul power suddenly pushed to its peak, and he quickly chased after the source of the voice. Hearing this, Zhao Wuji snorted angrily and said, "I used my Martial Soul Avatar, and my soul power consumption exceeded fifty percent. This time, I'll consider you all as having passed."

After saying this, Zhao Wuji did not want to stay any longer. After all, he had been beaten by students twice in these few short hours, and the feeling of being a laughingstock was not pleasant. "I have a small sausage!" "Come out, I know you are here." "Oscar, what are you still standing there for? Hurry over and get Teacher Zhao some sausages."

Su Xing's performance in this battle contained too many things they couldn't understand: a second soul ring that defied common sense, a sickle that could heal teammates with a wave, and a strange weapon that didn't belong to this world. It wasn't just Ning Rongrong. "Teacher Zhao, are you alright?" Oscar trotted over to Zhao Wuji and said in a soft, delicate voice. Hearing this, everyone nodded repeatedly and then followed behind Dai Mubai, heading into the academy.

Zhao Wuji hadn't thought about it carefully during the day, but reflecting on it at night, he was repeatedly shocked. Dai Mubai looked at the blood-covered Zhao Wuji, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and hurriedly shouted. For Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were more familiar with Su Xing, they also felt incredibly shocked; after all, they had never seen Su Xing use this kind of mysterious weapon before.

As the words fell, a tall figure in a black robe slowly walked out from behind a large tree. By the looks of it, the visitor did not come with good intentions. Looking at Ning Rongrong's curious expression, Su Xing scratched his head and explained with a smile: "The weapon I just used is called a gun. If there is an opportunity in the future, you can come find me privately, and I will show you how I use my gun."

Suddenly, the smile on Zhao Wuji's face froze. "Teacher Zhao, the five of us, we all passed now, right?" Ning Rongrong asked with a wry smile. Zhao Wuji exuded a wild aura, imposing without even trying, his cold and overbearing gaze locked onto the figure before him. Ning Rongrong also never expected that the weapon in Su Xing's hand would be so powerful that it could injure a Soul Saint-level expert like Zhao Wuji. If their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could possess such a thing, wouldn't they take off immediately?

Zhao Wuji had many enemies in the soul master world back in the day, and it was only by hiding in Shrek Academy for the past few years that he had found peace. Hearing this, the black-robed man did not show the slightest fear, only saying indifferently, "I didn't expect to see the once-arrogant Immovable Bright King in such a small place. I only came to spar with you and, incidentally, to loosen your muscles..." Zhao Wuji stood up abruptly, cold light flashing in his eyes.

It was night, and the surroundings were quiet. After all, the gap in strength was simply too great. "The little monsters that came this year are truly one more abnormal than the next—all sorts of weapons I've never seen, extremely bizarre movement techniques, terrifying soul ring ages, and the most ridiculous part is that kid's sickle that can heal wounds when he cuts his teammates."

The next moment, Oscar handed the roasted sausage and small sausage in his hand to Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji didn't stand on ceremony and ate the sausage and the small sausage one after another; his complexion immediately looked much better. Of course, this didn't mean Zhao Wuji wasn't strong; it was just that he had been too careless this time, which caused him to suffer a major loss. He had assumed the hidden weapon in Su Xing's hand had similar power to the flying knives Tang San had used earlier, which led to him being injured and losing all face.

"Come out!" Yellow light suddenly condensed in his palm, and a yellow soul ring rose from beneath Oscar's feet. Immediately after, a fragrant roasted sausage appeared in his palm. Hearing this, Zhao Wuji clutched his injured chest, looked at the approaching Oscar, and urged, "Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, and get me a few small sausages and roasted sausages." "Who?" "Alright, alright."

Oscar extended his right hand and called out in his somewhat soft, mushy voice, "I have a big sausage!" Just then. It was impossible to explain it all in a short while.