A Mere Soul Emperor, I'll Teach You How to Behave

The group of well-dressed youths entered the tavern and arrogantly called the owner over.

"Are you the owner here? Bring us a serving of every one of your signature dishes. Hurry up and serve us first!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The owner forced a smile and hurried off to instruct the kitchen to prepare the dishes.

Xiao Wu wrinkled her nose and muttered softly, "What are they so proud of? Shouting and making such a fuss. Why should they get served first?"

Tang San smiled faintly at her words. "Keep your voice down. Don't let them hear you."

However, Dai Mubai made no effort to lower his voice. "Xiao San, that's where you're wrong. Xiao Wu has a point. What are they so proud of? Why are they shouting and making such a fuss?"

The moment Dai Mubai spoke, Luo Chuan realized there was going to be some excitement. Still, he had no intention of stopping it. That group really deserved it!

From the kitchen, a tavern server carried out a basin of fiery red spicy blood curd stew. The fat man's tiny eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the food.

However, someone stopped the server carrying the dish. "Didn't I tell you to serve us first? Can't you understand human speech?"

When the server saw the uniforms of the Advanced Soul Scholar Academy on that group, he immediately dared not say a word.

"Why? That's the dish we ordered!" Xiao Wu slapped the table and sprang to her feet, a flush appearing on her cheeks from anger.

As Xiao Wu moved, she drew the attention of all those well-dressed youths.

"Oh, there's such a cute little sister too! Little sister, you must be starving, right? Come, big brother has food here. Later, I'll take you to see some little goldfish." One of the youths walked toward Luo Chuan's group, but his attention was drawn to Zhu Zhuqing instead.

Luo Chuan felt his shoulder sink as the youth pressed down on his left shoulder. The youth smiled, intending to strike up a conversation with Zhu Zhuqing, acting as though Luo Chuan and the others did not exist.

"Hey, take your arm off." Luo Chuan spoke calmly, but seeing that he merely spoke without showing any toughness, the youth sneered. "Kid, behave yourself. I'm talking to the little sister. Why are you butting in?"

As he spoke, the youth turned to strike up a conversation with Zhu Zhuqing. But just as he opened his mouth, the words he had intended to say became a scream instead.

"Ahhh!"

A sizzling sound came from the arm resting on Luo Chuan's shoulder, followed by the smell of burning flesh.

The youth flung his arm about wildly, but the flames on his sleeve refused to go out.

"First Soul Skill, Water Curtain!"

Someone behind him used a soul skill, creating a curtain of water to envelop the flames and extinguish them.

Yet the instant the water curtain touched the flames, it evaporated. The fire on the youth's arm grew fiercer and fiercer, and a large portion of the arm within his sleeve had already been burned black.

"Second Soul Skill, Water Guard!"

The water-controlling soul master used his second soul skill. This time, the flames slowly went out, but the youth's arm had already been burned into a mangled, charred mess.

"Ahh... Damn it, I'll kill him!" The burned youth clutched his right arm in agony, yet he did not dare touch the injured area.

"Little Wolf, I'll avenge you!" The youth who had initially snatched Luo Chuan's spicy blood curd stew wore a gloomy expression. He shouted, "Fire Leopard, Martial Soul Possession!"

As the youth shouted, Luo Chuan rose to his feet. After pressing down Zhu Zhuqing, who was about to stand, he turned and walked toward the group of youths.

Luo Chuan's expression was calm, as though he had not seen the youth who had summoned his Martial Soul.

His eyes seemed to contain only that basin of spicy blood curd stew.

"Kid, die!" Seeing Luo Chuan simply walk toward him, the youth with the Fire Leopard Martial Soul grinned viciously and reached out to grab him.

Luo Chuan looked at the Fire Leopard soul master. His body flickered, and he instantly appeared at the youth's side before driving a fist into his abdomen.

As Luo Chuan withdrew his fist, he was already carrying the spicy blood curd stew back. Meanwhile, the youth with the Fire Leopard Martial Soul had been forced out of his Martial Soul Possession state. He collapsed headfirst onto the floor, clutching his stomach and screaming miserably.

Throughout the entire process, Luo Chuan moved as though no one could stop him.

"Bastard! Teach them a lesson!" At that moment, a burly man spoke up. He was the teacher leading this group of soul masters.

"Yes, Teacher!"

At their teacher's command, the youths lined up in a row. "Summon your Martial Souls!"

For a moment, dazzling colors from soul rings filled the small tavern. The tavern owner ran out in panic and pleaded, "Please calm down, Lords Soul Master, please calm down! If this tavern gets smashed up, you won't have anywhere to stay!"

"Tch, just a bunch of Soul Grand Masters. I thought you were something special!" Dai Mubai slapped the table and walked alone before the group of soul masters. Spreading his arms, he declared, "I alone am enough to deal with all of you!"

The White Tiger Martial Soul possessed him. Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—flashed into view. Accompanied by a tiger's roar, the force of his presence alone suppressed the five people opposite him.

There was no need to fight at all. The moment Dai Mubai revealed his three soul rings, the five students opposite him lost all will to fight. They understood better than anyone how vast the difference in strength was between soul masters separated by one soul ring. What was more, this man's third soul ring was at the thousand-year level. How could they possibly contend with him?

"Stop." That teacher finally could not hold back any longer and stepped forward, waving to his students. "All of you, stand down."

The students were unwilling to accept this, but the teacher was equally shocked. He clearly realized that this group of teenagers before him was far from simple.

The youth who had taken away the spicy blood curd stew had easily defeated a Soul Grandmaster without even using his Martial Soul, while the youth before him was a three-ring Soul Elder. Judging by his aura, he was definitely an advanced Soul Elder.

Yet even the oldest among this group of teenagers did not appear to be over seventeen.

"My name is Shi Dalong, a teacher from the Balak Kingdom Academy. Which sect are you from?" Shi Dalong looked at Dai Mubai and asked.

Dai Mubai gave a disdainful smile. "These are the students of the Balak Kingdom? So weak?

You're not qualified to know which sect we're from. How do you want to settle this? Name your terms!"

Shi Dalong frowned at those words. Deep down, he did not want to become enemies with Shrek, since these people's origins were unknown.

But his students were behind him. If he backed down like this, it would be far too humiliating.

"Hmph, Earth Dragon Lizard, possess!" Shi Dalong let out a low shout. Several soul rings immediately descended from above, enveloping his body one after another. In an instant, a layer of earth-yellow armor spread across his body, and an illusory python-like tail grew from his back, making him look like a giant lizard.

"One white, two yellow, two purple, one black. A low-tier Soul Emperor—trash!" Even when facing a Soul Emperor, Dai Mubai showed no fear.

Shi Dalong frowned, but he had no desire to attack students. "Call your teacher out."

"You want to see our teacher? Defeat us first!" Dai Mubai knew he was no match for him alone, so he changed "me" to "us."

Hearing that, Tang San stopped watching from the sidelines and rose to his feet. Blue Silver Emperor vines intertwined and spread as three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—appeared.

"Xiao Chuan, let's go too!" Ma Hongjun said eagerly. Purgatory Phoenix possessed him, and two yellow soul rings descended around him.

Shi Dalong's expression darkened further. This bunch of brats simply did not take him seriously.

"Since your teacher refuses to come out, I'll take your teacher's place and teach you a proper lesson!"

Luo Chuan pulled out a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth. "The food was pretty good. It's just that the environment is a little too noisy."

He slowly rose to his feet and pressed Ma Hongjun back into his chair. "A mere Soul Emperor wants to take my teacher's place and teach us a lesson?

Come out. I'll teach you how to behave!"