Mockery, Borrow a Chicken to Lay Eggs, Sixth Soul Ring, Ambush

"I'm telling you the truth!"

Dai Mubai pointed at Ma Hongjun and Oscar. "Those events last night were their idea from the very beginning! The fat guy and Oscar talked me into doing it!"

"They said... said that if we turned it into cooked rice, everything would be fine..."

He briefly laid out how Ma Hongjun and Oscar had fanned the flames and offered terrible ideas the night before.

After hearing this, Ning Rongrong sneered. Her gaze swept over the group of males who had been in cahoots with one another, and her words grew even harsher. "A useless general produces a nest of useless soldiers."

"Fish flock with fish, shrimp flock with shrimp, and turtles find their fellow bastards."

"With an academy dean like that, it's no wonder he can teach such 'outstanding' students!"

Flender's face immediately darkened. "Ning Rongrong, what do you mean by that?!"

Ning Rongrong merely gave a soft scoff, turned her head away, and replied in a sarcastic tone, "Nothing. I was praising you, Dean. I meant... Dean, what a high opinion."

"Hmph!" Flender was thoroughly choked by her words, but considering the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he ultimately did not dare truly lose his temper.

He could only redirect his rage at Dai Mubai and the other two, shouting sternly:

"Dai Mubai! Ma Hongjun! Oscar! You three bastards! Starting now, run a hundred laps around the village!"

"You may rest only after you've finished every last lap!"

"Whoever dares slack off, I'll break his legs!"

"A hundred laps?!" Ma Hongjun's face turned pale with fright. Clutching the wound on his body where the bandages had only just been removed, still throbbing faintly with pain, he wailed:

"Dean Flender! I... I only took off my bandages today! The wound hasn't even healed properly yet! A hundred laps?! What if... what if it splits open again from running and won't stop bleeding?"

"Then go eat Oscar's Big Sausage! Isn't he a Food System Soul Master? This is the perfect chance for him to make up for his mistake!"

Still simmering with anger, Flender turned to Shao Xin and Zhao Wuji and ordered:

"Old Shao, Old Zhao, keep a close eye on them!"

"No one stops before finishing a hundred laps!"

"If anyone dares plead for them or slack off, train them to death!"

Zhao Wuji gave a vicious grin and clenched his fists, producing a series of Ka Ba sounds. "Did you hear the dean? You three disgraceful fools, get moving! What are you standing around for?"

With that, he and Shao Xin dragged away the long-faced Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar as though escorting prisoners, leaving the sports field.

Watching them be taken away, then looking at the mess still covering the sports field, Flender felt mentally exhausted. He waved weakly, signaling for everyone else to disperse.

The teachers silently shook their heads and left as well. In the end, Yu Xiaogang was the only one still standing on the sports field.

His face was iron blue, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He had originally planned to use this lecture to properly discipline Dai Mubai and the others in front of everyone.

In his view, the root cause of their crushing defeat at the Suo Tuo Great Soul Arena had been Dai Mubai's reckless overconfidence and failure to strictly follow the tactics he had laid out!

If Dai Mubai had held steady and followed his arrangements, the team would not have lost members so quickly. Later, he and Zhu Zhuqing could have successfully unleashed their Martial Soul Fusion Skill trump card, and Zhao Linchuan would never have been able to win!

Not only would they have washed away their humiliation, none of this subsequent string of disasters would have happened either!

This entire chain reaction, all these humiliations and losses—when traced back to the source, it was all Dai Mubai's fault!

He stood there, cursing Dai Mubai over and over in his heart countless times, until it could only turn into a helpless sigh.

What was the point of saying any of this now?

The top priority was Tang San's body. He needed several precious medicinal materials to restore his foundation, or it might affect his future cultivation.

But Yu Xiaogang was now completely penniless, and those medicinal materials were extremely valuable...

He shook his head and slowly walked in the direction Flender had left.

He could only go and wear Flender down again. Hopefully, his old friend's Secret Little Treasury still had enough left to squeeze out some stock...

Time never lingered, and the seasons flowed like a stream.

In the blink of an eye, a month quietly passed.

Over that month, the Shrek Seven Devils—or rather, the current Six Monsters—with their incomplete lineup,

relied on Yu Xiaogang's newly adjusted tactics and a fierce unwillingness to successfully obtain the Silver Soul Douluo Team Medal.

However, they did not encounter the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team as written in the original work.

By chance, Yu Xiaogang learned that Qin Ming, Flender's former student, was now teaching at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

A plan to borrow a chicken to lay eggs quietly took root in his heart.

He found Flender.

"Flender, we must face reality."

"Shrek Academy lacks a proper teaching environment. We can't even provide something as basic as a Martial Soul Mimicry Training Ground."

"Our teaching philosophy and methods may be first-rate, but why shouldn't we strive to make things even better?"

"More importantly, we aren't qualified to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament!"

He leaned forward slightly, his burning gaze fixed on his old friend.

"If we can't give these Little Monsters a real stage to show themselves and make their names known across the continent, how can we prove Shrek's value?"

"How can we prove their own value?"

"I'm not saying we should abandon Shrek. Absolutely not!"

"We're merely... borrowing a chicken to lay eggs."

"We'll borrow Heaven Dou Royal Academy, this 'chicken,' to hatch Shrek's future 'golden egg'!"

Flender leaned against the back of his chair in silence for a long time, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table. Perhaps truly considering the students' futures, he finally nodded and agreed to this plan of borrowing a chicken to lay eggs.

The two agreed to contact Qin Ming first. Once the Shrek Team obtained the Golden Soul Douluo Medal, they would set out for Heaven Dou City.

On the other side, Zhao Linchuan's cultivation had never ceased.

With the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Spring and his own relentless effort, his Soul Power Level successfully broke through the Level 60 bottleneck. He only needed to absorb a suitable Soul Ring to become a genuine Soul Emperor.

She Long, who had been waiting outside, immediately sent this information through a special channel to Ci Xue in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Before long, the two Titled Douluo gathered together and escorted Zhao Linchuan to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt his Sixth Soul Ring.

The process went unexpectedly smoothly. A top-tier Lightning Attribute Soul Beast with cultivation approaching eighty thousand years became the foundation of Zhao Linchuan's advancement.

In a clearing at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, Zhao Linchuan slowly finished his cultivation and sensed the surging, roaring Soul Power within his body, far more immense than before.

He loosely clenched his right hand, and brilliant Blue Lightning Snakes leapt and swam joyfully between his fingers.

"Soul Emperor... this feels pretty good," he muttered in a low voice, a trace of anticipation flashing through his eyes.

His Sixth Soul Ring was already more than seventy thousand years old. What about the Seventh Soul Ring?

If he could obtain a One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, just how powerful would his Martial Soul Avatar become?

However, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were far too rare and powerful. The price required to hunt one was impossible to estimate.

He composed himself and turned to the side, speaking gently. "Thank you, gentlemen, for guarding me."

She Long nodded slightly. "Young Master Zhao, you are too polite. Before the young master departed, he repeatedly instructed us to do our utmost."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the three set off, preparing to return to Heaven Dou City.

However, just as they were about to leave the Star Dou Great Forest, at the instant their vigilance was at its lowest—

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Three piercing whistles tore through the silence. Two streaks of silvery light and one heavy, condensed black light shot out from midair without warning, aimed directly at Zhao Linchuan and the other two!