Who Told You I Was a Soul Ancestor?

"Of course, the three of us are coming at you together. What the hell would be the point of taking you on one at a time?" Dai Mubai said, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Exactly. It's not like we don't know how freakishly strong you are, Lang Ge." Ma Hongjun looked eager to give it a try.

"We've got a power attacker, a support, and a ranged fighter. Lang Ge, you'd better be careful." A lewd grin spread across Oscar's face.

"I'm not targeting any of you. I'm saying everyone here is trash."

Chen Lang smiled, completely unconcerned.

Over the past year and a half, his Soul Power had long since reached level 58. Naturally, he had gained another Soul Ring and Soul Skill, and he had also drawn new Hextech.

With this Hextech, he could be said to be invincible!

Not to mention that over the past year and a half—more than five hundred days—every one of his Soul Rings had become a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring under the effects of Hextech Cheer Up II!

"Damn, Lang Ge, that really cuts deep. But don't underestimate the bond between the three of us!"

Dai Mubai suddenly became fired up and directly summoned his White Tiger Martial Soul. At the same time, three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—rose around him.

"That's right, Lang Ge. After three days apart, one should see another in a new light. We're not who we used to be!"

Immediately afterward, two Yellow Soul Rings rose behind Ma Hongjun and Oscar as well.

However, the Soul Power of the two was denser than that of ordinary Soul Elders. Clearly, they were not far from breaking through to Soul Elder.

"Aren't you still the same little weaklings..."

Chen Lang smiled. "When you see me, it is like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the bright moon, or a mayfly seeing the blue heavens!"

"Lang Ge, where did you learn lines like that? The aura of a supreme show-off is practically hitting me in the face!" Ma Hongjun said enviously.

"The smart ones have already written it down."

Chen Lang shot Dai Mubai a glance. He had noticed that this kid wrote down every pretentious line he said.

"Holy shit, Dai Laoda, you really wrote it down?" Oscar froze.

"Isn't that obvious? Such high-class lines will come in handy when Lang Ge isn't around and I need to show off."

Dai Mubai said irritably, "This is cultured showing off. You get to brag while making yourself look educated."

"That makes sense. Other people force it when they try to show off, but when Lang Ge does it, you can tell he's a cultured man who's gone to school and read books."

Ma Hongjun nodded. "Let me copy it later."

"You can copy it, but when I'm around, I get to say those lines," Dai Mubai said.

"No problem."

"..."

The corner of Chen Lang's mouth twitched. "Are we fighting or not?"

"Fighting what?"

Just then, Flender and Zhao Wuji, having sensed Chen Lang's aura, walked over and asked.

"Dean Chen, you're finally back! The past year and a half without you has felt like years!" The moment Flender saw Chen Lang, he rushed over with a fawning smile.

After experiencing the treatment given to a vice dean, Flender immediately realized how terribly wrong he had been before.

His former self: aloof.

His current self: this is awesome!

Whenever he thought about how proud and self-important he had been, refusing handouts, he wanted to slap himself.

Why pretend to be poor?

Now, not only did he enjoy all kinds of benefits, he no longer had to pick up scraps of metal every day to trade for money. The students were eating better too.

More importantly, he had also started cultivating according to Chen Lang's method, and his cultivation speed was shooting up!

"What's wrong? You want me to pay you a year's salary after being back for one day?" Chen Lang asked, giving Flender a sidelong glance.

"How could that be? I'd work for Dean Chen even without a salary!" Flender said with a loyal expression.

"Fine, then I'll grant your little wish. You know, I do enjoy helping people get what they want." A teasing smile appeared on Chen Lang's lips.

"..."

Flender's mouth twitched at once, and the smile on his face shifted over to Zhao Wuji beside him.

"Serves you right! All you know how to do is kiss ass!"

Zhao Wuji said righteously, "I'm different. Whether the dean is at the academy or not, I always keep the dean's teachings in mind!"

"Oh? Then tell me, what insights have you gained?" Chen Lang looked toward Zhao Wuji.

"Well..."

Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched. Damn it, what insights do I have?

Still, he forced himself to say, "Before, I said that those who dared not cause trouble were mediocre. Dean Chen was right to criticize me. I think it should be changed to: We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of it either!"

"Not bad. Add 100 Gold Soul Coins to your salary, deducted from Flender's pay." Chen Lang was very satisfied.

The entire Shrek Academy had already become his possession. Next, he needed to start making arrangements for the next place.

Because over the past year and a half, Chen Lang had come up with a new idea.

He would force Tang San into Spirit Hall!

He considered it carefully. Shrek definitely would not accept Tang San. Even if Master came to plead, he still would not take him in.

Then Tang San would either be taken away by Tang Hao, or Yu Xiaogang would recommend another academy to him.

Tang Hao had things to do and might not take Tang San with him. Even if he directly threw Tang San into the City of Slaughter by then, Chen Lang would still have time to enter after him.

So, if he acquired all the other academies during this year and a half, Yu Xiaogang, left with no other choice, would very likely seek out Bibi Dong and have Tang San join Spirit Hall.

After all, he definitely would not let his prized student be buried like this. Otherwise, no one would ever prove Yu Xiaogang's theories again.

Thinking of this, another idea arose in Chen Lang's mind.

If I turn the ten great theories Yu Xiaogang is so proud of into a laughingstock of the Soul Master world, will his faith collapse and drive him insane? Then, with Tang San left with no one to rely on, will he simply cast aside Master as dead weight?

If that happens, the grand drama of master and disciple falling out will be incredibly juicy.

A smile appeared on Chen Lang's lips, but it made Dai Mubai, Flender, and the others around him shudder.

The same thought rose in all their minds: Lang Ge's/Dean Chen's enemies are definitely about to have bad luck again.

"Lang Ge, let us see how much you've improved too!"

At that moment, Dai Mubai could no longer wait to have a fierce battle with Chen Lang.

"What? You're that eager to get yourself killed?" Seeing that Dai Mubai wanted to spar with Chen Lang, Flender could not help asking.

"It's the three of us together," Dai Mubai explained.

"I see. Then you might actually have a chance." Flender also revealed an expectant look. After all, he and Zhao Wuji had watched the progress and effort Dai Mubai's group had put in.

He looked at Chen Lang. "Dean Chen, you'd better be careful. Together, the three have support, power offense, and ranged attacks. If they join forces, they can put up a fight even against a Soul Ancestor!"

"A Soul Ancestor?"

Chen Lang raised a brow and chuckled. "Who told you I was a Soul Ancestor?"