Rotten Orange

When Xiao Wu saw that Tang San was ignoring her and looking elsewhere, she could not help asking, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Tang San shook his head. "I keep feeling like someone was watching me just now."

Tang San, who came from the Tang Sect, had always had keen instincts. The fleeting sense of danger from earlier had left his entire body tense, and his back had long been soaked with cold sweat without him noticing.

"Brother, didn't you sleep well last night? I saw you sneaking back with Boss Dai myself!"

With her hands on her hips, Xiao Wu faced Dai Mubai, who was walking over with an unhappy expression, and warned, "My brother is pure and innocent. Dai Tiger, don't lead him astray! If I find out you took my brother to that sort of shady place, I won't let you off."

As expected, Xiao Wu's warning to Dai Mubai reached the ears of Ye Tianxing and Zhu Zhuqing, who stood beside him.

Ye Tianxing did not care. He merely smiled in understanding. What kind of man would a man be if he was not fond of beauty?

Zhu Zhuqing felt as if five thunderbolts had struck her at once. She had thought Dai Mubai only went there occasionally, but who would have expected him to be a regular customer at that Rose Hotel? Her face immediately darkened as though water could drip from it.

Dai Mubai's entire body stiffened, and cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He ignored the angry Xiao Wu and instead covertly glanced at Zhu Zhuqing. The change in her expression was deeply etched into his mind, never to be forgotten.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and smiled. She only found this academy rather interesting—a nice and entertaining place.

Seeing Dai Mubai in an awkward position, Tang San hurriedly explained, "Xiao Wu, you misunderstood. Boss Dai and I only went out yesterday to ask a blacksmith shop in town to make a few things for me. It wasn't what you think."

"Oh, really?" To keep Tang San from being led astray by that Playboy Tiger, Xiao Wu still said, "No. Next time you go out, remember to take me with you."

"Alright!" Tang San looked at Xiao Wu with indulgence. The two siblings had always been very close.

Ye Tianxing watched everything with a calm expression. At the same time, his spiritual power began spreading out, scanning every corner of Shrek Academy as he searched for the lead box containing the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.

Just then, Zhao Wuji, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A dense aura spread outward, nearly making Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who stood beside Ye Tianxing, lose their footing.

Just a trace of his aura was enough to make the two unable to bear it, unlike Ye Tianxing, who remained utterly composed.

Since childhood, he had endured the terrifying pressure of a Titled Douluo and practiced swordsmanship beneath that immense force for six years. Ye Tianxing had long grown accustomed to it.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly and gave Ye Tianxing another look. The little monsters entering the academy this year had exceeded his expectations. Their perseverance was far greater than that of previous years as well.

"What is the creed of Shrek Academy?" Zhao Wuji shouted, his voice deep and powerful.

Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Tang San stood straight, their expressions solemn. "We only accept monsters, not ordinary people."

Zhao Wuji nodded, swept his gaze across Ye Tianxing and the other two, and said, "My name is Zhao Wuji, and I am the vice dean of this academy. Reaching the final test only proves that you are geniuses in the outside world. But here at Shrek Academy, you are nothing."

"Just a handful of nobodies. No wonder this place is so poor," Ning Rongrong muttered softly.

"..." The veins on Zhao Wuji's forehead throbbed. She had struck a sore spot.

"The final test was originally for the three of you to last one stick of incense's time against me, but I've changed my mind now." Zhao Wuji glanced behind him.

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, you two can come play with the three of them properly." Zhao Wuji revealed a strange smile.

Within Shrek Academy, Tang San and Xiao Wu were not blood siblings, yet they were closer than blood siblings. Their coordination was flawless, and they had made their debut at the Soto Great Spirit Arena under the name Three Five, earning a formidable reputation.

"Tang San, Blue Silver Grass martial soul, twenty-ninth-rank control-type Battle Spirit Grandmaster," Tang San introduced himself.

"Xiao Wu, rabbit martial soul, twenty-ninth-rank agility attack-type Battle Spirit Grandmaster." Xiao Wu looked very excited. She was the most competitive person in the academy and had never missed a fight.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong faced a formidable enemy. Their Soul Power was inferior to those two, and more importantly, for the examiner to change his mind and have two academy students take his place in the test, they must have possessed extraordinary abilities.

Even with their numerical advantage, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong might not have held any real advantage at all.

"You have one stick of incense's time to arrange your tactics." After saying that, Zhao Wuji plopped down into his chair and resumed resting with his eyes closed.

"My name is Ning Rongrong. My martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I am a twenty-sixth-rank support-type Tool Spirit Master." No matter how mischievous Ning Rongrong was, she understood what kind of battle awaited them.

Zhu Zhuqing remained cold and said evenly, "Zhu Zhuqing, Hell Spirit Cat martial soul, twenty-seventh-rank agility attack-type Battle Spirit Master."

The two girls turned their gazes toward Ye Tianxing. Ye Tianxing took this battle very seriously. There was no need to question Tang San and Xiao Wu's coordination. To deal with and defeat the two of them while also dragging along two burdens would be difficult for Ye Tianxing.

"Ye Ping'an, Seven Star Sword martial soul, twenty-ninth-rank assault-type Battle Spirit Master." After introducing himself, Ye Tianxing began arranging their tactics.

Ye Tianxing did not say anything to Ning Rongrong. The reason was simple: her father wanted to get rid of him. The fact that Ye Tianxing had not killed Ning Rongrong already was a miracle in itself.

Ye Tianxing turned to Zhu Zhuqing, his tone somewhat gentler. "That Spirit Master called Xiao Wu, whose martial soul is a rabbit, is an agility attack-type just like your Hell Spirit Cat martial soul. You need to watch out for her terrifying close-combat burst power. Her waist is also extremely flexible. Once she wraps herself around you, you will have no chance to fight back. During the battle, make sure to keep a safe distance from her at all times. Once I deal with Tang San, I'll come support you."

The moment Ye Tianxing finished speaking, he could barely wait to start fighting. Then, suddenly, Ning Rongrong's voice sounded from behind him.

"Ye Ping'an, don't you have anything to say to me?" Ning Rongrong blinked her bright eyes at Ye Tianxing, a playful and adorable smile appearing on her face.

"What is there to say to a support-type Spirit Master?" Ye Tianxing said coldly.

The moment those words came out, Ning Rongrong's face changed. Her face filled with anger as she demanded, "Ye Ping'an, what kind of attitude is that?"

"What attitude do you want from me?" Ye Tianxing refused to yield. His sword-like brows rose as he stared at Ning Rongrong and said lightly, "Should I hold you up like some little princess? Or be your lapdog?"

"You!" Ning Rongrong was furious, her small chest heaving violently.

"Then I won't support you later. I'll let Tang San beat you flat!" Ning Rongrong possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one support martial soul on the continent. Whether in her sect or among Spirit Masters, she held an extremely important position.

With a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirit Master in the team, other Spirit Masters would have been overjoyed. Doing their utmost to curry favor with her was only natural.

Yet Ye Tianxing felt nothing toward Ning Rongrong. First, her father, Ning Fengzhi, had conspired with Tang Hao to kill him. Second, Ning Rongrong's personality had never been likable. Though she later restrained herself and eventually changed for the better, a rotten orange was still a rotten orange. Ye Tianxing would not indulge her.

"It makes no difference whether you're here or not," Ye Tianxing said carelessly.

On the reclining chair, Zhao Wuji, who had been resting with his eyes closed, helplessly shook his head after hearing this. This Ye Ping'an was a real thorn.

A thorn was a thorn. Shrek Academy feared nothing of the sort!