Soul Saint and Gold Soul Coins

As Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on Qing Xuan, he could only hope that, seeing how sincere his attitude was, she would not hit him too hard.

Naturally, Qing Xuan had no idea what Zhao Wuji was thinking.

But since it was a task Du Cheng had assigned her, she would certainly complete it.

Raising her brows slightly, Qing Xuan quickly came up with a way to punish Zhao Wuji:

"Then we'll use the assessment method you used on my Young Master during the day."

Sensing Zhao Wuji's bewildered expression, Qing Xuan thoughtfully offered an explanation:

"There is no time limit. As long as you can make me say the four words 'Assessment Passed,' this matter will be considered over."

"I..."

Before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, Qing Xuan had already raised her fair little fist and slammed it down.

Bang bang, boom~

As the sounds of impact rang out, sorrowful tears flowed from the eyes of Zhao Wuji, who lay on the ground:

I, Zhao Wuji, swear that I will never be an assessment teacher again!

This one-sided beating lasted a full ten minutes. Only after Zhao Wuji was lying motionless on the ground did Qing Xuan withdraw all of her Soul Power:

"The great Immovable Bright King is still somewhat lacking in physical training."

"However, considering that your attitude in admitting your mistake was fairly good, this assessment shall be considered passed."

"Cough, thank you... cough... Your Excellency."

The moment Qing Xuan spoke, some life returned to Zhao Wuji's face:

Ignoring the pain throughout his body, Zhao Wuji respectfully bowed to Qing Xuan.

No matter what, he had finally endured this ordeal.

Thinking of the promise he had made to Tang Hao earlier, Zhao Wuji thoughtfully took the initiative to speak:

"Rest assured, Your Excellency. From now on, I will certainly take extra care of Young Master Du and never dare to—"

"No need."

Before Zhao Wuji could finish, Qing Xuan frowned and cut him off:

"My Young Master will naturally be cared for by me. There is no need to trouble you."

"Ah?"

"I am Young Master's Personal Maid, so naturally I should remain by his side."

Turning to look at Zhao Wuji, Qing Xuan's eyes gleamed dangerously:

"What, do you have any objections to what I said?"

"No, never, I wouldn't dare!"

Shaking his head rapidly and delivering a triple denial, Zhao Wuji swallowed hard:

"Whatever Your Excellency says is the truth. I will absolutely support it with all my strength."

"Tomorrow, I will follow Young Master to his side. You must not reveal my identity to anyone else."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency!"

To Zhao Wuji, as long as Qing Xuan did not come looking for trouble with him, he could agree to anything else.

"Since that is the case, I shall take my leave."

Seeing Zhao Wuji cooperate so readily, Qing Xuan lost the desire to make things difficult for him any further.

After leaving him with those words, Qing Xuan turned and left directly:

As for Tang Hao beside them, she had already greeted him when she arrived. What more did he want?

"Y-Your Excellency?"

Qing Xuan could ignore Tang Hao, but Zhao Wuji clearly could not.

After Qing Xuan left, Zhao Wuji hurriedly turned to Tang Hao:

Though he had sent one ancestor away, there was still another before him.

"You must not reveal what happened today to anyone else."

After glancing at Zhao Wuji and the large tree behind him, Tang Hao also flashed away:

Encountering someone stronger than himself while showing off was clearly not a pleasant experience for him.

"Your Excellency? Your Excellency?"

He called out twice toward the air. Only after confirming that both of them had left did Zhao Wuji finally drop onto the ground with a thud:

"Those two have already left. You should come out now, right?"

As Zhao Wuji spoke, rustling sounds came from a large tree behind him. Then, a tall figure wearing glasses jumped down from it:

"Old Zhao, are you alright?"

"How could I be alright?"

Hearing the newcomer's words, Zhao Wuji could not help rolling his eyes:

"I was beaten brutally by two Titled Douluo in a row. If Old Zhao here weren't so tough, I would have turned into a corpse long ago."

As the newcomer helped him up amid his muttering, Zhao Wuji's face was filled with resentment:

"You, Flender, really have no loyalty at all, do you?"

"Old Zhao was getting beaten down there, and you had the nerve to stay in the tree and watch?"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

Flender was rather annoyed by Zhao Wuji's words:

"They were two Titled Douluo. What could I have done even if I showed myself? Get beaten alongside you?"

Reaching out to adjust his glasses, Flender continued:

"At least this old man still has a useful body left to come help you up."

"I..."

Hearing Flender's words, Zhao Wuji nearly spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot:

I, the great Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji, may have taken two brutal beatings, but I don't actually need someone to help me walk.

"Flender, this time I was injured in the line of duty, at least."

Suppressing the urge to complain, Zhao Wuji turned to Flender beside him:

"As the dean, you should show me something, shouldn't you?"

"What do you want?"

As his gaze fell on Zhao Wuji, wariness flashed through Flender's eyes:

"You should know this old man's temperament. I advise you not to go too far."

"Five... two hundred Gold Soul Coins!"

Holding up two fingers and waving them before Flender, Zhao Wuji spoke stubbornly:

"I need two hundred Gold Soul Coins to buy some nourishing supplements for my recovery."

"Two hundred Gold Soul Coins?"

The moment Zhao Wuji spoke, Flender jumped up like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Pointing a trembling finger at Zhao Wuji, Flender's face was full of fury:

"Do you hear what you're saying?"

"Two hundred Gold Soul Coins? Is that money?"

Before Zhao Wuji could speak, Flender spoke again:

"That is the life of my Four-Eyed Owl!"

Though he had long known that this guy valued money as much as his life, Zhao Wuji's mouth still twitched when he heard Flender's words:

I was fucking blind to come start an academy with this bastard.

"Was Old Zhao supposed to take this beating for nothing?"

His tiger-like eyes widening slightly, Zhao Wuji vented his dissatisfaction without restraint:

"Don't forget, I ended up like this entirely for the academy!"

"Twenty!"

Ignoring Zhao Wuji's grief-stricken expression, Flender painfully held up two fingers:

"Twenty Gold Soul Coins. For even one more copper coin, I'd rather use it to buy you a coffin."

"I fucking..."

Taking a deep breath and rolling up both sleeves, Zhao Wuji directly extended one hand before Flender:

"Deal!"

Damn it, I offered too much!

Without question, that was Flender's first thought upon hearing Zhao Wuji's words:

Who would have thought that a dignified Soul Saint would not even let twenty Gold Soul Coins go?

Glancing at Zhao Wuji, Flender could not help feeling heartache:

People had truly lost their old virtues. Truly, people had lost their old virtues!