The patient is coming

Xiao Wu noticed Zhao Wuji's change. Her long legs wrapped around his neck, her body arched backward and hanging down to his waist. Using all her strength, she executed a heavy throw and slammed Zhao Wuji to the ground.

At the same time, Tang San, who had been waiting at the side, seized the opportunity. His Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, shot out countless thick tendrils as large as an adult's arm, wrapping around Zhao Wuji and binding him into a dumpling before hoisting him high into the air and smashing him heavily onto the ground.

Boom!!

A sizable crater was blasted into the ground, and Zhao Wuji's entire body was driven into the earth like an iron nail.

After Tang San and Xiao Wu finished attacking, they discovered that Zhao Wuji was still lying stiffly embedded in the ground without the slightest reaction. They looked at Zhu Zhuqing in confusion.

They desperately wanted to know what Zhu Zhuqing had done to Zhao Wuji and why he had become like this.

His entire body had gone stiff.

He was stuck in the ground so firmly that he could not even pull himself out.

Zhu Zhuqing was also staring at the syringe in her hand in surprise. She had not expected the Paralysis Needle Gu Ye had given her to be so potent that even a Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji could not resist it.

Dai Mubai, standing nearby, was completely dumbfounded when he saw Zhao Wuji, a Soul Sage, being beaten into such a state by Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, and Xiao Wu working together.

Was this really the Zhao Wuji he knew?

"Damn it!"

Boom!!

Just then, an angry roar rang out, accompanied by the powerful pressure of a Soul Sage.

It turned out that Zhao Wuji, who had been embedded in the ground, had pulled himself out.

The instant his Soul Power erupted, Xiao Wu, who was closest to him, was caught off guard and sent flying by Zhao Wuji's force, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Pfft!"

The pressure released by an enraged Soul Sage made Xiao Wu spit out blood. Severely injured, she fainted.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San's pupils constricted, and he shouted anxiously.

He hurried over to check on her, but at that moment, all seven Soul Rings around Zhao Wuji lit up. His powerful Soul Sage pressure, no longer restrained in the slightest, bore down on Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing.

Crack!

Bang! Without any surprise, Tang San was forced flat onto the ground by the erupting pressure.

Zhu Zhuqing was no exception.

Zhao Wuji was somewhat enraged. He looked at Zhu Zhuqing and asked coldly, "Speak. What did you do to me just now? Why was I suddenly unable to move? My entire body became stiff, and I couldn't even use my Soul Power?"

Zhao Wuji was still somewhat frightened by his condition just now.

He was so angry because, in that moment, he had suddenly become completely unable to move, his entire body stiffened, and he could not use even a trace of Soul Power.

One had to know that he was a powerful Soul Sage.

Not only had Zhu Zhuqing easily broken through his defense, she had also rendered him unable to act. How could Zhao Wuji, who thought so highly of himself, not be angry?

"Teacher Zhao!" Seeing Zhao Wuji use such a heavy hand, Dai Mubai hurriedly called out a reminder.

Hearing Dai Mubai's shout, Zhao Wuji gradually calmed down. Seeing Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San sprawled on the ground, he realized that he had gone a little too far.

He quickly withdrew his Soul Sage pressure.

But at the very moment he withdrew it, Tang San moved.

Because Zhao Wuji had seriously injured his beloved Xiao Wu just now, Tang San was furious.

Whoosh!

A Bone Penetrating Nail shot toward Zhao Wuji the instant Tang San rose to his feet.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

Immediately afterward, the enraged Tang San showed no mercy. All kinds of hidden weapons flew toward Zhao Wuji in an endless stream.

And the strongest hidden weapon he currently possessed, the Dragon Beard Needle, was also fired at Zhao Wuji with all his strength in his fury.

Because Tang San's sneak attack came with an extremely brief opening, and Zhao Wuji's attention had remained on Zhu Zhuqing, he was caught off guard. When he saw the countless strange objects Tang San had fired, he hurriedly tried to defend himself.

But the aftereffects of Zhu Zhuqing's Paralysis Needle were still lingering. His movements were slightly slow, and Tang San's Dragon Beard Needle, fired at full force, still broke through Zhao Wuji's defense. With a "pfft," it shot into his butt.

"Urgh!!"

After being shot in the butt by Tang San, Zhao Wuji's face instantly turned as red as a monkey's butt.

At that moment, he was truly enraged.

He had been made so miserable again and again by two little brats. He was Zhao Wuji, the renowned Immovable Bright King of the Soul Master world!

What kind of nonsense was getting shot in the butt by Tang San? He was a man!

Boom!!

Zhao Wuji showed no mercy in his rage. With one slap from his fan-sized palm, he sent Tang San flying.

Without any surprise, Tang San fainted and collapsed to the ground.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to do the same to Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong suddenly shouted, "The time for one incense stick is up."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji looked at the incense that had burned out, then at Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, who were still standing. Though angry, he could only withdraw his hand.

"What was that you used on me just now?" Zhao Wuji had not forgotten the sensation of losing control over his body. He stared at Zhu Zhuqing and demanded an answer.

Zhu Zhuqing did not answer. Instead, she asked, "You said any means were allowed as long as we held out for the time it took an incense stick to burn. We passed the test now, didn't we?"

Zhao Wuji thought back and realized that he really had said that. In the end, he could only scratch his head awkwardly and announce that they had passed the test.

Zhao Wuji then had Dai Mubai and Oscar take the unconscious Tang San and Xiao Wu, along with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, away to arrange their accommodations.

Before long, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and the others were settled in.

"Zhuqing, you were incredible just now! You actually knocked a Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji to the ground. By the way, Zhuqing, what exactly did you use on Zhao Wuji?"

Inside the girls' quarters, Ning Rongrong praised Zhu Zhuqing while pressing her for an answer.

Zhu Zhuqing took out the remaining Syringe Gu Ye had given her and examined it carefully, without answering Ning Rongrong's question.

She had not expected the thing Gu Ye had casually given her to be so powerful. That needle had actually pierced through Zhao Wuji's defenses so easily.

Ning Rongrong also noticed the object in Zhu Zhuqing's hand. She quickly recognized it as the thing that had knocked Zhao Wuji to the ground earlier.

Then Ning Rongrong saw the label on the Syringe in Zhu Zhuqing's hand. Wasn't that the label of the Hand of God Medical Clinic? Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing's proud chest, her thoughts turning speculative.

"Ugh..."

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly let out a weak groan. Immediately afterward, she felt her body go limp and collapsed to the floor.

"Zhuqing, what's wrong?" Ning Rongrong was worried by the sudden change.

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head. "It's nothing. Maybe I used too much Soul Power just now and feel a little weak."

But Zhu Zhuqing soon realized it was not due to excessive Soul Power consumption, but rather a change in her Martial Soul. She instantly recalled what Gu Ye had said.

Though weak, she hurriedly rose to her feet, took out a white bottle, poured out its contents, and swallowed them.

This was the medicine Gu Ye had given her.

Her current condition was exactly as Gu Ye had described. She could only trust his words.

As soon as she swallowed it, Zhu Zhuqing immediately felt much better. A warm current then filled her entire body.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing take out a small white bottle identical to the one Gu Ye had given her, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

Linking it with the Syringe from earlier and some of the things Zhu Zhuqing had said before, Ning Rongrong was now certain.

Zhu Zhuqing must have grown so much after taking Gu Ye's medicine or receiving treatment from him.

No, I'll use this medicine again. If it works, I'll go take a look in a couple of days. If it's true... As Ning Rongrong secretly made up her mind, she looked down at herself and imagined how she would look after growing bigger. She smiled happily.

"Zhuqing, get some proper rest. I'll go check on Xiao Wu."

"Mm, go ahead."

After Ning Rongrong left, Zhu Zhuqing sat cross-legged on the bed and began cultivating her Soul Power.

As soon as she began cultivating, she suddenly discovered that her cultivation speed had increased.

Zhu Zhuqing then took out the white bottle. "Is it because of this?"

"Gu Ye, who exactly are you?"

"Can you really make me stronger quickly?"

Remembering Gu Ye's words when she left Gu Ye's Medical Clinic—that he could make her stronger quickly—Zhu Zhuqing decided to investigate further in a couple of days.

Meanwhile, at Zhao Wuji's residence.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was grimacing in pain.

"These little brats really are ruthless."

After forcing out the needle Tang San had shot into his backside, Zhao Wuji recalled how Zhu Zhuqing had broken through his defenses and injected something into his body, instantly stiffening him and robbing him of his ability to move. Zhao Wuji now badly wanted to know what Zhu Zhuqing had used. Its power was simply too great.

"Forget it, forget it. They're students of Shrek Academy now anyway. I can just ask them later." With that thought, Zhao Wuji felt somewhat comforted. After all, they were all little monsters, and he was the teacher of those little monsters.

"Zhao Wuji!"

At that moment, a deep voice sounded beside Zhao Wuji's ear.

"Who's playing tricks here? Get the hell out!" Zhao Wuji roared as he began searching.

"I'll be waiting for you outside."

The voice came again. Zhao Wuji looked out the window and realized someone outside was using Soul Power to transmit their voice to him. He then leaped through the window and gave chase.

When he arrived in a forest, he saw a figure standing ahead of him. Zhao Wuji said coldly, "Who are you?"

"Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji, your reputation for bullying juniors is well deserved."

"You..."

Seeing the scene before him, Zhao Wuji's eyes widened as he stared ahead, unable to speak.

"Perfect. I also want to see just how formidable the Immoveable Bright King is."

Bang!!

Bang bang!!!

"Ah!!!!"

The night at Shrek Academy, deep in the wilderness, was beautiful—much like the heart-wrenching cries that rang out from somewhere within the forest.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wuji emerged from a patch of woodland, his clothes in tatters. One hand covered his swollen face, the other clutched his backside. He shot Flender a resentful look as he limped along.

Flender held back his laughter as he supported Zhao Wuji, and the two slowly made their way toward Shrek Academy.

"Wuji, get some proper rest tonight. If you have time tomorrow, go to Suotuo City and find a physician. Oh, right—I heard there's a Medical Hall in Suotuo City called Hand of God. The physician there has miraculous skills. There's never been an illness he couldn't cure."

Flender patted Zhao Wuji on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Zhao Wuji stared at Flender's retreating back, recalling how Flender had watched the show from the side while he was being beaten. What a disloyal bastard.

"Even Little Ao's Recovery Sausage won't help with these injuries. Looks like I should go see that physician Flender mentioned tomorrow."

Rubbing his swollen face, Zhao Wuji grimaced in pain.