"Although I expected Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing becoming my disciples to cause friction between them, this situation is a little beyond what I anticipated."
Lan Minghua grumbled to himself. Too lazy to dwell on it, he asked directly, "Old Zhao, what happened while I was away?"
Zhao Wuji was taken aback. He didn't dare lie.
He honestly recounted how, at the Great Soul Arena, Tang San had taken out a Hidden Weapon that fired crossbow bolts and tried to kill Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing.
Hearing this, Lan Minghua narrowed his eyes, killing intent stirring within them.
"Tang San, have I been too lenient with you? Do you really think I won't lay a hand on you?!"
The words "fired crossbow bolts" were enough for him to know which Hidden Weapon Tang San had used.
The Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
That Hidden Weapon was powerful enough to kill a Soul King!
If Oscar hadn't already begun mastering the Indestructible Vajra Body, he really might have lost his life when faced with a Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
Tang San was only at level twenty-nine, but he had plenty of Hidden Weapons on him.
He had several powerful Hidden Weapons, and the Godly Zhuge Crossbow was only one of them.
As for the other powerful Hidden Weapons, Lan Minghua didn't know whether Tang San had made them yet.
They posed no threat to Lan Minghua, but they were a threat to Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing.
"Should I just cripple him? After all, you can't spend every day guarding against a thief."
Lan Minghua stroked his stubble and began to consider it.
Zhao Wuji was sweating profusely. He swallowed nervously and didn't dare make a sound.
Just as Lan Minghua was thinking about how to deal with Tang San, people from Canghui Academy swaggered into the hotel.
Ma Hongjun's lower half immediately reacted. His little eyes fixed on the only young woman from Canghui Academy.
"Boss Dai, that girl from Canghui Academy is pretty cute. What do you say? Want to go hit on her?"
Though he suggested that Dai Mubai make the approach, Ma Hongjun's eyes gleamed as he brazenly looked the girl's graceful figure up and down.
Already simmering with anger over Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai curled his lip.
"Then let's hit on her. It's just a puny Canghui Academy. What's there to be so arrogant about?"
Neither of them made any effort to lower their voices. The middle-aged man leading Canghui Academy turned his gaze toward them.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun weren't about to back down. They glared right back.
Then they cast a smug glance at the well-behaved Oscar and boasted, "Those who don't dare cause trouble are useless!"
"Those who don't dare cause trouble are useless? Sounds more like making trouble for no reason and bullying the weak."
Lan Minghua scoffed to himself, declining to comment further on the saying.
After all, the law of the Soul Master world was survival of the fittest.
Tang San could tell Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were deliberately targeting Oscar, so he immediately chimed in.
"Exactly. Those who don't dare cause trouble are useless. Unlike some people, who are weak and spineless."
Oscar clenched his fists, anger surging within him.
At first, he had believed the saying was right, after all, Flender had said it.
But after becoming Lan Minghua's disciple, he realized it was wrong.
Those who don't dare cause trouble are useless?
Would Dean Flender dare provoke a Titled Douluo?
Clearly, he wouldn't.
Instead, Oscar thought that the line Lan Minghua had mentioned in his letter was the one with real wisdom:
"If no one envies you, you're a nobody."
And there was also: "We don't start trouble, but we're not afraid of it either."
Oscar gave Tang San and the others a cold glance, then ignored them and closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.
Dai Mubai and the others were helpless. They had no reason to attack Oscar.
Upstairs, Lan Minghua found it ridiculous that Tang San had said, "Those who don't dare cause trouble are useless."
As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he had forgotten its principles.
One of the Tang Sect's core rules was: Tang Sect disciples must not casually invite trouble.
(If you say there isn't such a rule, don't argue with me. Go look it up yourself. And don't say I'm taking it out of context. The second half is: But if anyone attacks first, answer them with the full force of thunder.)
Wasn't Tang San a disciple of the Tang Sect?
Hadn't he always followed the Tang Sect's principles?
So how had he forgotten the sect's core rules?
Or had so many years passed that Tang San had long forgotten the Tang Sect's principles?
But how could Tang San have forgotten?
There was one line from the Tang Sect's principles that he remembered very clearly and repeated all the time.
That was: "You have brought death upon yourself!"
When those two lines came out of his mouth, his hypocrisy was impossible to hide.
When he picked on passersby: "Those who don't dare cause trouble are useless."
When passersby picked on him: "You have brought death upon yourself."
Thinking of Tang San's hypocrisy, Lan Minghua couldn't help laughing. A snort escaped him.
Zhao Wuji, sitting beside him, was completely baffled. He had no idea who Lan Minghua was laughing at.
Lan Minghua wasn't entirely satisfied with Oscar's response.
When someone was trampling all over you, you had to talk back.
Still, managing to hold back was a sign of growth.
After all, in the original story, it was Oscar who told Tang San, "Those who don't dare cause trouble are useless."
Now that he had become Lan Minghua's disciple, his values weren't exactly beyond reproach, but at least they weren't as twisted as before.
The people from Canghui Academy sat down. The middle-aged teacher leaned over and whispered something into the ear of one of the young men, giving him instructions.
Lan Minghua knew the show was about to begin.
"Old Zhao, don't you dare make a move unless I tell you to. Understand?"
"Understood." Zhao Wuji answered. Even if he wanted to act, he might not be able to do so under Lan Minghua's watchful eye.
The young man from Canghui Academy stood and headed straight for Dai Mubai and the others.
At that moment, a waiter brought over the dishes Dai Mubai had ordered, heading toward him as well.
The young man from Canghui Academy suddenly sped up and pretended to accidentally bump into the waiter.
The steaming-hot dishes came crashing down toward Dai Mubai's face.
Dai Mubai sneered. He'd been looking for somewhere to vent his anger!
He dodged the falling dishes and struck out with his palm.
The young man from Canghui Academy hadn't expected Dai Mubai to attack outright. He had no chance to react.
Before the dishes even hit the floor, he took a solid palm strike to the chest.
Dai Mubai held nothing back. The young man's face changed drastically, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying.
"I'm terribly sorry. I was trying to swat the falling dishes away, but I missed and hit him by mistake."
Dai Mubai pretended to apologize, but his words were full of disdain and contempt. He didn't sound sorry in the slightest.
Nearly everyone in the restaurant was a Soul Master, and they scoffed at Dai Mubai's words.
That palm strike had clearly been infused with powerful Soul Power.
But they minded their own business. They stepped aside to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
How could the people from Canghui Academy put up with that? Their teacher glared coldly at them. "You arrogant brat! All of you, get him! Teach him a lesson!"
Upstairs, Lan Minghua shook his head.
They hadn't even figured out how much Soul Power their opponent had, and yet they were sending those good-for-nothings in? They were practically sending them to their deaths.
Dai Mubai was a level thirty-seven Soul Elder, a Power Attack System Soul Master with a White Tiger Beast Martial Soul.
The people from Canghui Academy were all Soul Grandmasters in their twenties, and their Martial Souls were pitifully weak.
They had Beast Martial Souls too, but they were all comparatively weak in attack power: deer, horses, and sheep.
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