Those Who Don't Dare Cause Trouble Are Mediocrities? If You Cause Trouble, Settle It Yourself!

Those Who Don't Dare Cause Trouble Are Mediocrities? If You Cause Trouble, Settle It Yourself!

As the sect master,

Tang Lan did not want to explain, and no one else was in a position to press him for answers.

Then, in a grand procession, they set off toward the Star Dou Great Forest.

When Shrek Academy had originally chosen its location, it had taken into account the students' need to hunt soul rings.

Suotuo City was very close to the Star Dou Great Forest.

Since three teachers had come along this time,

Zhao Wuji no longer needed to hold back. He continued using his soul skill to impose gravity as everyone ran toward the Star Dou Great Forest under heavy loads.

—Their training had not been neglected in the slightest.

"Seven Treasures Turn to Glazed Light, Second Skill: Speed!"

Ning Rongrong took the initiative to activate her soul skill, accelerating everyone.

After several clashes, and with the Tang Sect disciples serving as a bridge,

she had now more or less integrated into the group and was gradually becoming a trusted companion.

Because she was accelerating so many people,

Ning Rongrong tugged at Tang Lan's clothes, asking him for more whenever her soul power ran low.

—Compared to that creepy uncle's huge sausage, the Inner Force from the Nine Yang Divine Skill was warm and soothing, almost addictive.

Zhu Zhuqing saw it all and grew even quieter.

From the looks of it,

Ning Rongrong seemed ready to throw herself at him too?

Xiao Wu was a little jealous as well.

But her Inner Force could not provide Endless Vitality, so Tang Lan really was indispensable for this job.

Tang Lan noticed all of this, but had no intention of saying anything.

The more he said, the more likely he was to make a mistake.

They could figure it out themselves.

As for

up to this point,

Tang Lan did not have much interest in this Taiping Princess—having one Xiao Wu was enough.

But since he did not need to take responsibility anyway, he would leave things as they were for now.

Tang Lan could replenish Inner Force, but there was nothing he could do about Physical Strength.

At times like this,

Oscar came in handy.

One Recovery Big Sausage could keep them going for another ten kilometers.

The group's cooperation and coordination greatly pleased Flender.

With a little Monster like Tang Lan around, these students barely needed any teaching from him. They had even overcome their "sausage phobia."

It was so easy!

What?

It would not demonstrate Shrek's teaching standards?

What a joke!

If not for Shrek's reputation, could they have gathered such a group of little Monsters?

Zhao Wuji served as training equipment every day, Shao Xin worked hard at cooking, and Flender kept watch at all times.

That was all effort!

However,

Flender looked at Ma Hongjun, who trailed at the very back of the group like an outsider.

His face wrinkled again.

This disciple of his

was greedy, lazy, and overly proud. Even now, he was still sulking and unable to integrate into the group.

Honestly.

I need to find a chance to have a proper talk with him.

Those who care too much about saving face only make themselves suffer. Fall one step behind, and you'll fall behind at every step.

If it really comes to that...

At least there's Xiao Ao.

Seven people are enough for the Soul Master Elite Competition. Hongjun can be a substitute.

Night fell.

They had already covered nearly five hundred kilometers, leaving them less than a hundred kilometers from the Star Dou Great Forest.

Flender glanced over the group.

Including Tang Lan, all of them were soaked through with sweat—Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were hanging off his left and right sides.

They had been running the whole way under both weight and gravity!

Even Tang Lan was having a hard time, let alone the two of them.

The others sprawled crookedly across the ground, too exhausted to care about appearances.

They were completely worn out.

Flender said, "It's getting late, and everyone is tired. Let's find an inn in the Small Town ahead and rest for the night."

They were so exhausted that they did not even have the strength to respond.

They checked into an ordinary hotel.

"Eat as much as you want, the academy is paying!" Flender declared generously.

For someone as stingy as him to say such a thing,

it was clear just how generous Ning Fengzhi's "investment" had been.

"Ah! It's rare that we get to eat the Dean's meat. Don't hold back, everyone!" Oscar egged them on. "I feel like I could eat a whole cow!"

"This is my first time eating a meal treated by the Dean too," Dai Mubai teased.

Tang Lan was the most direct.

He picked up the menu and shouted—

"Boss, fry up the whole menu!"

"Coming right up!"

The owner hurried over eagerly. This was a huge order!

Flender panicked at once!

No matter how rich he was, he could not squander money like this!

He hurriedly pressed down the menu.

"Xiao Lan! Can you even finish an entire menu?"

"It's fine, I can pack it up," Tang Lan said with a smile. "There's no air inside the Storage Ring, so food can be kept for a long time."

Good lord!

He wanted to eat, take leftovers, and pack everything up? He really had the nerve to say it!

"Wow! Dean, you're not going back on your word, are you?" Xiao Wu needled him. "Then all your dignity will be gone!"

"That's right, Dean. Uncle Tang said that a real man must keep his word!" Ning Rongrong added playfully.

What could Flender do?

He gritted his teeth and released the menu, watching the owner leave with a pained expression.

Today was going to cost him dearly!

The group was in high spirits,

but Ma Hongjun, usually the greediest eater, sat silently like an outsider.

Flender noticed and sighed inwardly.

Just as he was thinking about how to find an opportunity to help Ma Hongjun integrate into the group,

beside him,

Zhao Wuji raised a hand to stop the owner, reigniting Flender's hopes.

—As a brother who got beaten up alongside him, he would surely speak up for him and scold them for wasting money, right?

Then Zhao Wuji's booming voice rang out—

"Boss, bring out a jar of your best wine!"

"One jar per person!"

"It's time these little Monsters trained their drinking capacity too!"

Flender:

"Zhao! Wuji!!!"

"They're still just children!!!"

What an excuse.

Ning Rongrong immediately exposed him. "Dean, we're all over ten years old. We can drink!"

"That's right!" Oscar joined in. "And we're Soul Masters, so there won't be any problem—"

Flender glared at him, scaring Oscar into ducking behind Tang San.

—Master, stand up for your disciple!

Tang San was helpless.

But he still said, "A little wine tonight will help everyone sleep well, and we can get up early tomorrow."

—After all, he had to favor his own disciple.

What could Flender do?

A vicious thought rose in his heart, and he simply shouted—

"Boss! Bring ten jars of wine! The strongest you have!"

"Today, this Dean will let you all find out your limits, so you'll know your tolerance when you go out in the future!"

He was forcing them to drink, yet made it sound so righteous.

Still, everyone accepted with smiles.

—Flender treating them was probably a once-in-a-lifetime event.

They had to make it worth it!

The food and wine were soon served.

After a few drinks, everyone gradually loosened up.

Under Flender's lead, Oscar and the others tacitly began finding all sorts of ways to toast Tang Lan.

"Sect Master, this cup is for the future of the Tang Sect. Cheers!"

"Uncle Tang, you can't refuse a toast from your niece, can you?"

"Xiao Lan, why not become a teacher? Not interested? Then have a drink."

Tang Lan could tell they were trying to get him drunk, but he accepted every cup.

They wanted to see him make a fool of himself?

Sorry.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill continued circulating. Before the alcohol could even reach his bloodstream, it had already evaporated into mist.

—Using Inner Force to force out alcohol was standard practice, wasn't it?

Forget being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

Even if he drank dry the entire hotel, he would not need to visit the toilet once.

Yet even a Seven-Ring Soul Sage like Flender could not use soul power with such precise control.

Cup after cup went down,

and Ma Hongjun, who had been drinking alone, began spouting nonsense with the help of alcohol.

"Lan-ge, why are you taking everyone else but not me, Fatty?"

"I'm Innate Full Soul Power too, and my mutated martial soul isn't bad either."

"Why don't you want me?"

The lively atmosphere instantly fell silent!

During this time,

everyone had noticed Ma Hongjun's position as an outsider.

But if Tang Lan did not speak, neither Xiao Wu nor Tang San could intervene.

As for the rest, who had the standing to do so?

They could only pretend not to see it.

But now,

Ma Hongjun had brought the matter into the open. Everyone looked to Tang Lan, waiting for his answer.

Tang Lan calmly took a sip of wine, savoring its sharp, spicy burn.

As though he had not heard Ma Hongjun at all, he left him hanging.

How could someone as impatient as Ma Hongjun endure that?

He was about to press the matter—

Bang—

The hotel doors were shoved open with great force.

Ma Hongjun instinctively turned to look, and his gaze immediately went blank.

A middle-aged man walked in through the doorway, followed by seven youths dressed in uniforms.

Among them,

one short-haired girl was only moderately pretty, but the assets swaying with every step were exceptionally eye-catching.

—Even more exaggerated than Zhu Zhuqing's!

The alcohol had gone to Ma Hongjun's head, and his evil fire was stirred at that moment.

He had completely forgotten the matter at hand, staring at her with glowing eyes.

As if he would pounce on her the next second.

Tang Lan shrugged at Flender. See for yourself.

Flender was furious!

They had been just about to clear things up,

when this bunch showed up out of nowhere, with impeccable timing!

Looking closely,

every one of them had a green ring on their left shoulder, embroidered with the words "Canghui."

Flender gave Dai Mubai a meaningful look.

Dai Mubai understood.

He deliberately raised his voice. "It's only some pathetic Canghui Academy. What the hell are you showing off for?"

Meanwhile, Flender grabbed Zhao Wuji and Li Yusong and actually slipped away.

Tang Lan narrowed his eyes!

They were pulling this stunt again?

Dai Mubai's provocation drew furious glares from the Canghui Academy group.

They saw that this table was occupied by nothing but children, without even matching uniforms, looking utterly amateur.

Their expressions changed at once!

The middle-aged man leading them even whispered a few words to someone beside him.

Then they took seats nearby.

Oscar chuckled. "Everyone, looks like we're in for a show!"

But no one responded.

Because Tang Lan's previously relaxed expression had darkened.

Xiao Wu, Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, who had been watching him closely, all sensed that something was wrong.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were old hands who knew the academy's traditions, so they did not ask questions.

The atmosphere immediately turned cold.

Dai Mubai exchanged a glance with Oscar, and both settled down obediently.

"Why has everyone gone quiet?" Ma Hongjun said without turning his head. "It's time for today's training! Get up there!"

"Oh? What training?" Tang Lan asked.

Dai Mubai and Oscar lowered their heads to eat, not daring to answer.

Under the table, they even tugged at Ma Hongjun.

Unfortunately,

Ma Hongjun was still worked up. Those bouncing curves had his evil fire surging!

He directly shook them off.

"Of course it's the training the Dean ordered!"

Ma Hongjun said as if it were only natural—

"The Dean said that those who don't dare cause trouble are mediocrities."

"Don't fear trouble. You should dare to cause it."

"Especially when you run into another academy. Causing trouble then is the safest, since at worst, it just turns into a fight."

Tang Lan's expression sank.

He was quite pleased to encounter Canghui Academy here.

It meant the timeline was correct.

But this "teaching philosophy"...

He was no saint, and he never let vengeance wait overnight.

If someone truly provoked him, like Ning Rongrong had, they could forget about leaving without losing a layer of skin.

He believed in paying back in kind.

But going around picking fights with everyone like some husky villain?

Wasn't that just plain sick?

If this continued over time,

wouldn't they develop the same arrogant and overbearing temperament as those Disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Once such a culture took shape, the Tang Sect would not go far.

This was the foundation of Tang Lan's path to godhood!

Even after becoming a god,

he intended to have the Tang Sect, like Spirit Hall, help him reap faith from the mortal world.

Their culture could not be led astray!

Thus,

Tang Lan said calmly, "Ning's niece, that sounds a lot like how you used to be."

Ning Rongrong: "..."

I've already turned over a new leaf, and I'm still being dragged out as the model example?

But all the clever ones could hear Tang Lan's dissatisfaction.

At that moment,

a youth from Canghui Academy walked over. As he brushed past the Waiter carrying dishes, he precisely flipped a platter toward Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

Naturally, that posed no challenge for either of them.

With quick hands and sharp eyes, Dai Mubai caught all the food and set it back onto the platter.

Ma Hongjun was much rougher. His Soul Power erupted, blasting the drinks and food away and splashing them over the youth.

The nearby Waiter and customers were caught up in it as well.

Before they could get angry—

"Fat bastard, you're courting death!"

A green wolf appeared behind the youth. With Martial Soul Possession activated, he struck with wolf claws.

Ma Hongjun smiled disdainfully.

He activated his Martial Soul with a showy flourish. Two yellow Soul Rings appeared, drawing a burst of surprise from Canghui Academy!

—At such a young age, he was already a Two-Ring Great Spirit Master?

Relying on the suppression of his rank, Ma Hongjun seized the youth's wolf claw and, refusing to let the matter rest, swung him in a circle through the air.

"Wait!" the middle-aged man from Canghui Academy cried. "Misunder—"

"Crash—"

The youth was thrown out, smashing over two tables before sliding to a stop in front of the Canghui Academy girl.

A display of Ma Hongjun's strength.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man slapped the table and rose. Five Soul Rings—white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple—appeared beneath his feet.

A Five-Ring Soul King!

The hotel's customers scattered in a panic.

The owner was frantic!

But he did not dare step forward to stop them.

They were all Spirit Masters!

Even a stray shockwave could kill an ordinary person.

Who would risk their life getting involved?

"I am Ye Zhiqiu, External Affairs Department Director of Canghui Academy. Which academy are you from? Where is your teacher?" Ye Zhiqiu demanded.

Dai Mubai glanced at Tang Lan.

Tang Lan sat steady as a rock, picking at dishes and drinking as though he had heard nothing.

Dai Mubai did not dare say more and patiently remained seated.

At the sight of five Soul Rings, Ma Hongjun sobered up a little.

Seeing everyone else still sitting there, he grew displeased.

"You're just going to watch me get bullied by a Five-Ring Soul King?"

Dai Mubai and Oscar were somewhat eager to move.

But the others had strange looks in their eyes.

"Wasn't this trouble you caused yourself?" Tang Lan said calmly. "If you want to cause trouble, you need the ability to settle it. Dai Mubai, you go with him too."

Dai Mubai rose with a bitter smile and held Oscar back.

—Can't you see it yet? The Sect Master is trying to establish his authority!

Ma Hongjun was dumbfounded!

A Two-Ring Great Spirit Master like him, plus a Three-Ring Soul Elder like Dai Mubai, against a Five-Ring Soul King?

Wasn't that asking to be beaten senseless?

"Hmph! At least you know what's good for you!" Ye Zhiqiu said coldly. "You two, I won't bully children. Call out your teacher."

Dai Mubai's mouth twitched. We're finished!

Then—