Beginning of Revival

After sorting through this information, Yang Ming had yet to fully confirm it, but an inexplicable anger began to rise in his heart again. Before he could calm his emotions, his headache struck once more.

Ever since Yang Ming had heard the words "Shrek Academy" from Zhu Zhuqing and suffered an emotional breakdown that day, he had experienced headaches from time to time. After each one, fragmented memories would appear in his mind. It felt as if there had once been a solid barrier of memories in his head, and now that the chisel called "Shrek Academy" had carved out a small hole in it, the things behind that barrier were slowly beginning to emerge.

Still, the sensation of being immersed in it, observing someone else's life from a first-person perspective, was rather strange.

Fortunately, the pain from these headaches was not too severe and did not affect his daily life or combat.

But he still had to resolve it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if Yang Ming ever needed to fight at full strength, this headache might become the final straw that broke him!!!

This episode lasted longer than those of the previous few days, and more things surfaced as well. By sorting through these memory fragments, along with the memories that had emerged over the past few days, Yang Ming had grasped their general outline. They were memories of someone's growth. Yang Ming could not see that person's face, but their life was closely tied to Shrek Academy, and that person's Martial Soul was an Atlas Spear slightly different from Yang Ming's own!!!

After organizing the information, Yang Ming fell into deep thought. That person was probably the golden figure clad in golden armor, like a god of war, whom Yang Ming had possessed during his Spirit Awakening. But why were that person's memories appearing in his mind? Because of the Atlas Spear? Or... Yang Ming had no answers for now. Still, as the memory fragments continued to awaken, he would eventually learn the truth.

Moreover, through these two memory awakenings, Yang Ming had found a way to speed up their recovery: stimulation from Shrek Academy.

Yang Ming had a feeling that as the holes in the memory barrier grew larger and more numerous, he would soon unravel every mystery surrounding himself.

After telling him everything he knew, the receptionist left the restaurant and returned to work.

While no one from Shrek Academy had arrived yet, Yang Ming began absorbing that person's experiences with the Atlas Spear, spear techniques, soul skills, and Soul Power from the memory fragments. He also found that learning those techniques was actually easier than learning the Strength Clan's inheritance, even though the things in those memories were clearly much more difficult...

An hour later, Yang Ming was following the memories as he continued to deduce and refine the three forms of his self-created Spear Art.

It was as though a long spear flickered in Yang Ming's eyes, while the sovereign's aura around him grew increasingly profound. Yet soon afterward, that aura began to weaken. The force around Yang Ming then started fluctuating unstably... Until, at a certain moment, Yang Ming finally understood what Royal Power lacked. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and he cried out excitedly.

"Wrong! Wrong! So that's how it is!!!"

"..."

"This! This is Royal Power!!!"

As Yang Ming's voice fell, everything around him began to shatter. He had used neither Soul Power nor blood and qi; he had crushed matter through sheer force of presence.

Before Yang Ming could rejoice for long, a rough voice rang out from outside the hotel.

"Where is the bastard who dared detain my Shrek Academy student?!!"

"Get out here!!!"

"Hand over our Shrek Academy student!"

"..."

Hearing the roars outside, Yang Ming tossed a bag of Gold Soul Coins to the restaurant staff as compensation, then headed outside.

Halfway there, he saw the receptionist running toward him.

When the receptionist saw Yang Ming, he sped up and hurriedly said to him.

"Young... young master..."

Yang Ming waved a hand, stopping the receptionist's breathless words, and gave an order.

"I know. Arrange for someone to carry Dai Mubai over."

Seeing that the receptionist was about to run off again, Yang Ming added.

"No rush. Take it slow."

With that, Yang Ming headed toward the hotel lobby.

In the lobby of the Rose Hotel, a short but extremely sturdy-looking burly man with an ordinary face stood waiting in fury. He was Zhao Wuji, Vice Dean of Shrek Academy, known in the Soul Master World as the Immovable Bright King.

Zhao Wuji had been at the academy today, eating barbecue and drinking wine, savoring the comfort of life! Then someone suddenly ran over to tell him that his student's legs had been broken and that he had been detained. His wonderful mood for the day immediately became not so wonderful.

This was the first time in all his years in Suotuo City that Zhao Wuji had come to collect a student because that student had lost a fight. Fucking humiliating!

He had made up his mind. He would teach that brat who had beaten his student a proper lesson and break his legs too. As for Dai Mubai, once his legs healed, Zhao Wuji would train him twice as hard, so he would stop embarrassing him outside!

When Yang Ming entered the lobby, he saw an angry, fairly burly man. Only fairly burly because Yang Ming had seen men who were even stronger and more muscular. The Strength Clan and Defense Clan were full of such hulking brutes.

The burly man's broad shoulders were like city walls. His coat could not conceal the magnificent muscles beneath, as though they had been forged from steel. His massive build naturally radiated an intense sense of oppression.

Zhao Wuji noticed Yang Ming immediately. Yang Ming's handsome appearance was already eye-catching, but more importantly, Zhao Wuji saw that although Yang Ming looked lean, his body faintly gave off an extremely powerful sense of strength and balance. As for Yang Ming's concealed Soul Power fluctuations, they did not match that sense of strength at all. In Zhao Wuji's view, they definitely did not reflect his true Soul Power cultivation. It was probably the result of extremely precise Soul Power control.

Watching this extraordinary youth walk toward him, Zhao Wuji understood who he was. The faint appreciation on his face was once more replaced by anger!

This youth was not Zhao Wuji's student or junior, so what did it matter how talented he was? Besides, this youth had beaten his student. Even though his Soul Power control, bearing, and blood and qi all clearly showed that he came from a Soul Master family, so what! Zhao Wuji even dared to beat people from Spirit Hall. Would he be afraid of some damned Soul Master family?!!!

Zhao Wuji spoke coldly to Yang Ming.

"Kid, you're the one who beat my student and made us Shrek Academy come collect him?"

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji's aura began to rise. The aura of a Soul Saint slowly spread outward, pressing down on Yang Ming. He had clearly already decided that Yang Ming was the person he sought.

Yang Ming's expression remained unchanged beneath the pressure. A trace of his own aura leaked out, and an emperor-like presence emerged, blocking Zhao Wuji's Soul Saint aura. Then he replied calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"That's right."

P.S. Yang Ming's memories had begun to awaken. It would not be long before he fully recovered them; this would not be dragged out for too long.

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